Bohemian Spirit

poem by: Allan P Stevens
Written on Nov 21, 2017

Raised in the arms of a bohemian woman
Free thinking guardian with spiritual grace
Showed me the essence of being human
Taught me how to live in a natural way
Don’t need a preacher man for inner guidance
Always been encouraged to think for myself
I could never fit in a world of dull compliance
My free born spirit will survive without help
Working nine to five just to satisfy the rich man
Or, on the nightshift with vacant zombie eyes
Paid in peanuts with a much reduced lifespan
I won’t be sucked in by their two faced lies
Romantic and artistic are my type of thought
I see a perfection in the most delicate things
Mother Nature has used these thoughts before
Take a close look at fragile butterfly wings
Maybe I’m a dreamer wanting another chance
Maybe I’m just a coward who hates growing old
If I could turn my years over to make a new start 
I would spend more time watching nature unfold
Bohemia means different things to many others
For me, it’s about an alternative way of life
Normal is little more than a cycle on the washer
Much of what we do is just a waste of time
Oh yes, much of what we do is a waste of time.


Tags: Encouraging, Inspirational, Rhyme, Love, Happy,

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Christopher Russon commented on Nov 23, 2017 at 9:11am
Nicely written poem as always .I agree to some extent .nice one Allan
Allan P Stevens commented on Nov 25, 2017 at 10:47am
Thank you for your comment, I accept that many will disagree on some aspects. it all part of life's tapestry


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