Well and we are just like One big happy family Travelers by day, party Animals by night, singing And dancing around Firelight… Some are my lovers, Some are my friends Still I love all of them And I am their little Green eyed poet, Something of a prophet Something of a dreamer Still the GYPSY SONG Goes on and on, wherever We roam, THE GYPSY SONG Goes on and on and on… And in my big black book Of miracles I document our Amazing journeys ‘cuz who Knows maybe someday it’ll All go down as history… But all that really matters To us is having fun when All is said and done and so THE GYPSY SONG goes on And on where ever we venture Where ever we roam, THE GYPSY SONG goes on and on And on…
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.
Staples were traveling on the epiderm, thanking the wounds. The dust, the eternal ugliness were growling. Riveting drama: a royal swanking for a macabre heist. A bizarre charisma overtakes the cozy lips. I was green, and I was a cloud
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
The toppled gravestones, I still count the heads. I will go with your swan song, the bond erupts. You were always sitting under the bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow. The next door summer arrives; Why did you say, it was