Tibet used to be a quaint place, full of monks and poor people who didn’t often washed their faces.Intrepid westerners liked the place, thought it was a
Paradise, even though no one stayed too long. Then the Chinese came and, as occupiers often, do destroyed works of art, the Lama, and his staff,fled to
India. Today modernity has arrived, there is less poverty, roads have been built and it has been said that there are dancehalls and painted ladies in
Lhasa. Life is better now chiefly for the poor, yet people would, it’s been said, endure the hardship of freedom and yak butter in their morning tea for a taste of independence. The intrepid would be back and write books about this authentic
October 9th, 2007 at 11:02 am
Hi and welcome - you can tag your poem in the title, so it lists as a poem, thus:
Poem:this is a title
…and click on the categories i.e. this one is “Poetry … on the page” - then readers can filter out video if they just like poety on the page or want to find Recordings, and so on.
I wonder if you post any voice work with a microphone?
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