Rosa Bohemica Poem by Vera Dike

Rosa Bohemica

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Me...My love, I am as my country,
formed by the fire
and know the battle-scars
I've tasted kiss of Juda
and I' ve tasted kiss of vampire
I know the boot of a conqueror
the tyrany of evil...
tenderness and passion of a mistress
and the urge of the battle-call
The blood of a man in holy grail.


And Me, my love, as the star-born child
which Europa hides in the heart
I've heard poems about pain
and betrayal and fall
but also, I've heard poems about victory
and triumph and the pride...
The Fire as a warrior poet
and the soil as poet of the war.

Thursday, March 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mother land
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 21 June 2020

I know the boot of a conqueror the tyrany of evil... tenderness and passion of a mistress.. the fire as a warrior poet and the soil....... very fine poem. tony

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Lidia H 06 May 2020

Wow, Vera, that's the best of all I have read so far...perhaps sharing same thoughts on continental Europe, where I come from too.....

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Fabrizio Frosini 04 April 2017

problem.. you gave me a wrong address... ;)

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Vera Dike 03 April 2017

Hello, it will be pleasure to me and big honor. I will adres You via email . Thank You

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Fabrizio Frosini 04 April 2017

very good. I'm sending you an email. Cheers

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