Gypsies Poems

Sea Gypsies

Gypsies consider
Sea as a big aquarium
They hunt fish for free.

Sea Gypsies Life

Spear fishing love
Old most ancient way of life
Of Sea Gypsies job.

Ladies Dressed Like Gypsies

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That feel the moon,
With romance,
In their fibers,
That desire to dance,
With love,

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That make the nightingales,
And flowers sigh,
In the warmth,
Of gardens and moons,

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That are so sweet,
And tender,
And ofcourse exotic,
That cherish the hymns,
The sensuousness,
Of a long lazy evening,
Where their hems,
Can sway, unwind, and relax
Reynaldo Casison

Gypsies Tramps and Thieves

Gypsies Tramps and Thieves by Cher
When I hear her deep throaty voice I smile
Begin to sway with the music, 
Feeling sexy, and a bit naughty

It brings me back the seventies,
I feel my hip hugger blue jeans
Worn under my waist.
I am young, cute, pretty.

I am Cher, tall, svelte, attractive
Showing off my essence,
Wearing my Bob Fosse costumes
My

Gypsies

They set up tents by their big ol' cadillacs
Up the road a-piece from our little house
In a vacant lot where nothing but weeds grew.
Momma said, "Don't you go up there and stare
At them.  They might steal you away."  And so,
I stayed a good distance, but I went up.
They looked like normal rich folks

Space Gypsies

Open your eyes

What’s the world to be

All indications

Points to misery


Pain and heartache

Destruction of atmosphere

All for money

One day man would sell you air


Open your mind

This system cannot work

No well intended leader

Can rule to save our souls


If we’re not together

Choosing to live in peace

Adhere to justice

A World of Unity


Then it’s obvious

Stars be our only hope

We’ll be space

The Man In the Cavern and the Gypsies At the Tavern

Someone moved the rock 
And the village’s Gypsies were in shock 
Hearing it was a progressive move 
They sat at the bar wondering if this could be proved  
What was being blocked by this rock? 
A question was asked 
Each enjoying happy hour magic in their flask 
Apparently inside the cavern 
The Gypsies gossiped

Gypsies

Gypsies

Across a misty channel
Sensor fingers
Stretch
Through foggy, silent waves
Where two souls embrace
In expeditions of speechless discovery
Two minds stand naked,
Face to face,
With wordless words
Each knowing the inner rhyme 
Of another soul –
Intimate outside skin and limbs.

Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months
Two silent gypsies wander,
Through heartbeats
They stand, then gaze,
Connected to each other -
Escapees of the spoken word;
Outside

Bluesy Gypsies

We traveled all day long
Like two wandering gypsies
Couldn’t wait to get to our retreat
When we’d put up our feet
The allure of that secluded bar
With its bluesy sweet melodies
Awaiting table candlelit for two
We’ll cap off the evening 
Swaying on through the night
With a glass of chardonnay
And linger till it’s time to sleep



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Gypsies Gather

at nightfall flamboyant
nomad fortune tellers
midst their migration
in colours and flair
romani gypsies gather
outside their caravan
around a bonfire ablaze
they’d play their fiddles
guitars and cimbalom
singing in unwonted dialects
dancing under moonlight
beneath a dome of stars
in legendary brazen flurry
freedom tossed to the wind



AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on January 25, 2019

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves

Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
We’d preach a little gospel to save them all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
They were treacherously mean with their call.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
But the men would sneak, see us, big

Prison Dance With Gypsies

PRISON DANCE WITH GYPSIES




the guards’ rifles stab the thick gray air – 
under their eyes shivers of rain 
wash our faces – beat our bodies 
with needles of water

hollow metal buckets – instant drums  
an echoless mantra slowed by fading hope 
raise our hands with rhetorical questions
praise the beans in our thinning stomachs

the buckets’

The Gypsies

Beautiful, busty black haired gypsy girls
looking at me
like they want to steal my heart
and keep the money they find in my back pocket
Those beautiful gypsy girls
rolling through my town
showing leg and drinking champagne
for no reason what so ever
and the one thousand year old grandmother
with five hundred granddaughters
and they all are looking at me
all those eyes

Sea Gypsies

my 
skin were
like a morning

rays,
that rose
in the sky,

almond 
shape eye,
dark with the dusk,

round ,
monsoon face
pure timid lips,



grandma talked often
best she could -

don't forget the 
past, where
we -

sailed across the 
orient waves
seeking -

and the seagulls,
the boat
and

our fading heritage,
make it
alive -

where we came,
where we gone.

Hay (na) ku form created by Ellen Tabios. A Filipino poet
And been recognized

The Desert Gypsies

We ride across the desert sands
Like pirates out at sea. 

Two Humvees accompany me 
 12 gypsies all we be

We fly the Jolly Roger, a symbol 
Big and bold, 

We sail a cross the desert sand 
Happy pirates what we be. 
We sport heavy fire power as we 
Sail for liberty.

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