Thread: Do I observe?

My poetry,
it has been said,
truly
stinks.

Much better to simply rhyme
methinks.

so

I would offer some humour instead,
But I'm off to bed,
as I'm being bidden there with Indo-ish winks...

Selamat malam, Bli Gede.

I first came to Kuta as sort of a hippie
the culture there seemed kind of trippie

We'd stay at the beach from morning til night
then eat at Jeneek's warung til our clothes fit very tight

The sounds of Kuta village I remember quite well
rice pounding and gamelan practice as clear as a bell

A walk on Poppies lane you could pet a cow
Only shops and restaurants existing there now

Sometimes I'd be the only tourist on the beach
Surrounded by Bali's children, how well they could teach

Strolling along on the night of a dark moon
past Kartika cemetary could cause one to swoon

A trip to Kintamani to breathe mountain air
and relish the sweet passionfruit that grew there

Those blissful days in Kuta are long since past
but to hear more stories you need only to ask!

Endless day of rain
Numb attempts to restrain

Need someone to blame
For created laws on shame

I hope the sun will shine once more
Acceptance will restore
And my Monday won’t be such a bore