A Bohemian Rhapsody through Dance, Poetry and Music

Inspired by many including Freddie Mercury and John Keats


When did, with the lyre, create rhapsody of delight.
Sing, dance did I, with bursts of rejoice, without knowing, without fright.

Then, I pondered, I learned with concern, now arose.
That euphemisms lurk in the realm of the prose.

The reality speaks of a bohemian life.
Through baroque rock n’ roll, the edge of the knife.
The rhapsody, a fantasy,
Stuck in conflict and tragedy.

Oh Freddie! Why?!
You should repent, get down and cry!
Are you that Scaramouch, in the superlative? 
Do not, that little skirmish, mapping trauma, why live?

Be that boastful coward and you bring about the chance,
That you will Fandango, that fast Spanish dance.
Thunderbolt. For that, must I repent?
Do you feel guilt for your ways in this life, you have been lent?

Let me go, let me go!
Galileo figaro magnifico!
Not enough. five times, for salvation, do not regress.
The town barber in Seville, sees nothing less.

Galileo figaro magnifico! 
Galileo figaro magnifico!!
Galileo figaro magnifico!!! 
Galileo figaro magnifico!!!!
Galileo figaro magnifico!!!!!

Beelzebub, Philistine god belies,
Lucifer, Lord of the Flies.
The wind still blows, cause nothing really matters.
The life of the bohemian, that artist, in tatters.

A fantastic rhapsody? All in your head?
Alas, one lived, filling everything to dread?
Rhapsody your fantasy, refrain your way the wind blows:
Be your Magnifico! the Figaro! your universe, oh Galileo!
— Leah J🕊

When I Have Fears that I may Cease to Be

— John Keats

poem genre: Lyric

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! — then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

Keats, with Wordsworth, Coleridge, Blake, Shelley and Bryon, formed the ‘big six’ Romantic poets. The tenet of this theme was its focus on our human insignificance in the natural world. Something which both When I Have Fears and the dramatically angsty Bohemian Rhapsody reflect.

I see our world without poetry to be a sad, unreflective place. This diving into different styles and genres of poetry has not only expanded my awareness of the structures but also self-awareness and world exploration, loom large. It is an imaginative, creative and skill-demanding zone.


🕊 Namasté, Leah

Leah J, M.Ed. Psychology writer/artist/teacher
The ART Matrix
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