Poem -
The beatnik poem
I sit in a room where
The lights are dim
Where the smoke fills
The air and all the cats
Zoom over it
Someone plays the bongos
Someone plays the guitar
While a girl reads her poem
Ode to a donut
Β Β Β Β Β Ode to a donut
Ode to a donut Daddy-o
It is round, doesnβt make any soundΒ
And has a hole in the middle
it fills the soul ode to a donut
Can you dig it.Β
And the bongos play, so does
The guitar as all the cats
Zoom around the smoke
Fill the room
The beatnik poem.
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Comments
The beatnik generation and sooo good to read and rememberΒ them in their heyday Greg.
For they seem like forgotten tribe lost in time.
Until now and thanks for sharing Greg
A cool and groovy write daddy o!
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Thank you ShaunΒ
Made me feel kinda outa sight and in the groove Greg .. a real groovy trip down memory lane :)Β
Thank you NevilleΒ
far out and groovy
Β Cool! This is ... super cool. Love it, Greg x
Thank you, Tina
This is a good poem I like it
Well captured Greg. I see the smoke rising, hear the bongo and guitar and the donut hole, maybe it was just a time for rabbit holes, where did they lead?
Thank you Mark this means a lot to me you like my poem