Don't you just love it when you're on line at PoemHunter,
Then suddenly you have to login again.
Where there were once thirty members,
There are now two,
Yourself bold as brass,
Naked before the poetry world,
For God and sonny Jesus to see.
And that mysterious member choosing to remain unseen.
There's nothing wrong with that,
Live and let live,
Each to their own.
It's a free world,
And all that jazzie jazz.
But I and my curious imagination would really like to know...
Who the f***ing hell are you!
Having just commented and rated your last incisive poem Shaun, I wonder if it could be Mr Cummings! Perhaps, as a significant dream killer he's tracking and making notes on all those who choose to deploy their considerable powers of imagination...perhaps he perceives them as a threat...especially you and I..who knows? ! Anyway, I digress, It's a 'keep on rocking in the free world' inspired five from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
congratulations you can feel the pulse of PH so well, excellent