Joanna Daniel Poet Narrative

Rainbow Colored Camouflage

 Very many years ago,
 In the land of rich men called NO,
 Bobo, a poor man, had nowhere to go,
"Give me a little space to stay", he pleaded, but lo,
"Your place is out of the city," they shooed him and so, 
 Outside he stayed in sun, rain and snow,
 Rainbows glowed, stars shone, sun rays blazed on NO and Bobo.

Reality was - All the people 
       In the land of NO 
Benefited Out of Bobo's Woes;

For when Bobo died, (and 'twas soon)
The heavens cried, (so did stars, sun and moon)
All lights stopped shining, (darkness invaded) 
The men started whining, (fear pervaded)
The rich men died, (one by one)
No one did abide, (no, not one) 
NO was no more NO without poor Bobo; 
The rich did never know that HE had been their Rainbow.

03/30/17

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Ann Peck February 21, 2022 at 2:54 PM It's true ~ we should turn no one away. I love your sentiment :)

Line Gauthier March 12, 2018 at 3:37 PM What a fun scenario. Enjoyed your poem. Congrats on your win, Jo.

Becca Teagan October 29, 2017 at 9:17 PM The rich never realized what they had done. Very creative, well done.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 29, 2017 at 10:24 AM Engaging original pen with such an important message! Thank you for suggesting it. A lovely day to you Jo :) xomo

Silent One October 29, 2017 at 7:04 AM Great story telling which is also very creative..

Faraz Ajmal October 28, 2017 at 12:33 PM A very beautiful written poem, it s true that people always realize the worth of something when it s completely gone and impossible to come back, I love the way you describe your story, and it s good to know that you started writing at 15, I ve recently turned 15 and started to write poems, I ll really appreciate if you could find time to read my poems and let me k ow how they are

Darlene De Beaulieu April 29, 2017 at 2:21 PM Jo Daniel A 7

Debbie Duncan April 15, 2017 at 10:58 PM Awesome, 7 for sure :)

Afzal Nusker April 14, 2017 at 10:23 AM Nothing is disposable...you never know the true value of something until its gone. Nice poem, Jo.

Connie Marcum Wong April 7, 2017 at 4:19 AM A lesson to be learned in this wonderfully creative story Jo. 7 ; ) Connie

Joseph May April 5, 2017 at 1:15 PM He was their pot of gold..Very nicely penned Jo

Emile Pinet March 31, 2017 at 10:07 PM A collage of poetic talents with a unique and artistic style that rings so clear. Emile.

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri March 30, 2017 at 1:07 PM The structure is creatively clever and the whole narrative superb and related in splendid rhyme scheme. The rainbow of the city, a good man, nice idea. Kudos. Soo nice to read from your pen again. Hoping u will too u will too my latest.

Chris Green March 30, 2017 at 6:22 AM What a magical and wonderful poetic story Jo. I loved this little tale of woe and rainbows. Very nicely done.

Shubham Kamble March 30, 2017 at 2:32 AM Beautifully written... :) Amazing acrostic ... Last stanza is wonderful though !! Shubham