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He rode the highways as a gypsy; never staying for too long; And the women on the byways; would cry when he was gone. His body moved to rhythms with a jagged sexual beat; And the women that would dance with him; were encompassed by the heat. His hair tied in a ponytail; with eyes a chestnut brown; If you argued it was tooth and nail; with the words that he put down. Riding in a caravan; while the bearded woman sings; It soothed the monster in this man; till on the woman he saw wings. Today he’s still the gypsy; but he’s old yet somehow new And do you hope that some might see; that you want the same for you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/13/2011 6:33:00 AM
hello poetce to meet you. T. S.
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Date: 4/11/2011 8:04:00 AM
A profound write, Leonard! Loads of imagery and improvisation. You've created a vibrant scene, giving it the feel and fervour of these folk. They might 'borrow' your watch, but it seems time is of no essence to them. Wishing you and yours the best! Mikki
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Date: 4/10/2011 5:35:00 PM
very lively character sketch of the man who rode as a gypsy, Leonard. I liked the way you have drawn the sketch,
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Date: 4/6/2011 6:25:00 AM
So enjoyed reading this poem of yours today Leonard. Love, Carol
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