We swayed back and forth as we rode town to town
where the gullible would soon bring their money around
my daddy sold elixirs that would make them feel good
making as much money as a poor boy-grown-up-man could
my mother sold knick knacks she hand sewed in the back
my sister and I were ringers in the audience, causing some flack
I used it and my blemishes were gone in a week I would yell
it cured my cancer and other things, hollered my sister Chel
making the money we needed to get to the next town for our next show
Those were days of contentment, more than I would yet know
The load bearing capacity
Load bearing consistency
It lack such but provides
the artist the ability to create
It's need for insulation
He stood before with
Such a grin
The conversation would be
needed to talk in a standized
Way.
Grams into ounces
Kilos into pounds
Liters into cups
They stood there smiling
Like gold miners we
Struggle with the same
Math.
Might these conversations
Make the fear of gypsum
Block making easier or
easiest that we fear not
that thou are with us
To speak these manga stations true.
That those who wish us parted
May frown in the fact that have
been undermined in a reversed fashion
Might they then speak us as
Lord and Laird, yet we pray
Yet we pray!
Gypsies consider
Sea as a big aquarium
They hunt fish for free.
Spear fishing love
Old most ancient way of life
Of Sea Gypsies job.
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 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 Indian headdress, shaking a tambourine
Loving my height, my Native American cheekbones.
Putting my Cher-ness into the air,
Unafraid to be completely myself,
Making no apologies for being awesome.
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 to me
Except they dressed real strange,
Big-bosomed women wearing flowered skirts
With ruffled blouses in summer's heat
Men in wide-brimmed hats and bright-colored shirts
Going about tending the blazing campfires.
That night Papa said, "Be sure to lock up
The shed. They might steal everything we got."
And we did, locked it up, but far as I know
Nothing was missing the next morning.
I went up again because my curiosity
Was stoked, and I got a little closer to see
Better. They were loading up their trailers
Moving on to some more lucrative place.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
"2021 Most Significant Poem" Poetry Contest
January 25, 2022
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 gypsies
Who once lived on the Earth
Space Gypsies
The search will be our home
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
at nightfall flamboyant
nomad fortune tellers
midst their migration
in colours and flair
romani gypsies gathered
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
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 and tall.
And lay their money down, and have a ball.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
He was tall, handsome, but left me after all.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Written May 1, 2018
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 pointed at me
and my heart skips beats,
each one take my heart
and a penny from my pocket.
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 for her contribution at poet society.
It read like hayku but it isn't coz of the expanding
Syllables and meters. I like hayku but art were easily
Killed by author with its restrict rule. This wasn't perfect
But why wouldn't I try.
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.
We have a cast of characters and a captain that be me.
We get our sailing orders and plot and plan you see.
We have a deadly mission, to capture these faces for there atrocities, they display them on playing cards
That makes them easy to see.
We are the sand gypsies that's what we are you see,
So If you happen to see us, with the black flag flying proud, it's just us sand Gypsies 12 jolly bastard were told, you will hear our music playing give me shelter is what it will be, we're just Out on a mission sailing across the desert sea.
I close my eyes as I turn every corner
Not wanting to see my death
Or the piano falling
Landing on my head
You could call me nuts, crazy cow
Stupid *****
I won't react to you
Or even flinch and inch
Call me a whore, skank gypsy
Whatever it is you like
Your the one that will suffer
I won't blink an eye
I'll spend my days
Refusing
To ever let you in
Not letting you ripe open
My perfect alabaster skin
Your never reach my soft parts
Where emotion spends its time
Sweetest soft parts of me
Hidden deep inside
If I flinched
You'd have an opening
To the core where I hide my fear
I'll never let you reach there
I promise you
I swear
So call me whatever
Anything you like
I'll never flinch for you
You won't get your rise
Pushing through the shell of me
Perfectly placed around my heart
Put there when my hair was pulled
I was just a child
Taunting me and shouting
Dirty gypsy
Gypsy skank
Your never get a rise from me
Your not worth the time
You ban us from your pubs
Look at us like dirt
Craving money, fame
You never see our worth
We are also people
Breathing the same air
I'll watch when fate punishes you
Then your see my smile
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