Well and in the season of El Nino the grey ones came I felt the earth shake violently and winds of a hurricane he whispered an ancient gypsy curse and drove her insane they made the headlines underneath the one about the new world order next to my name before I watched the world go up in flames well was it a premonition ten years ago… deja vu Out Of A Dream I wish I could’ve done something to stop it but now it’s too late for anyone to do anything about it’s now I know what it’s like to be a prisoner just like a caged bird with no room to spread its wings and so I have cried a million tears like a river for you and me ‘cuz of them I cussed, hissed, kicked and screamed but I still couldn’t do anything about it… I hang my head in shame as the human race drops a notch on the food chain I know this nightmare from somewhere Out Of A Dream… ten years ago in the season of El Nino I watched the world go up in flames
Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to
Before the spill there was soaring. And then anti-g. I readied myself for the ultimate fall. This was the poetry of submission sharing the pain of disillusionment. Who was pretending of liberation in a see-through heart? This was the time
Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t
alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood