Gypsy Poems

SAN FRANCISCO RAIN

[V1-Night 1]
Seventh floor windows, ocean burning gold,
The Gulf of the Farallones, secrets to unfold.
Two doors beside each other, laughter in surprise,
But I felt eternity staring through your eyes.

Out on the balcony, the stars began to spin,
I leaned in like remembering where we had once been.
But you pulled back startled, as if caught in the wind,
Afraid

SWEET SUMMER GYPSY GIRL

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[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Sweet summer gypsy girl, I see you in the rain,
You dance like stars in the sky,
I can’t quite reach you, no matter how I try,
Do you ever look up and wonder why?
We’re half a world apart, yet feel so near,
Like waking from a dream — and it’s suddenly clear.

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I chasing

The Last Dance of the Caravan: A Gypsy Tragedy

She wore a ribbon red as flame,
he carved her secret in his name.
They danced beneath the open skies,
with stars like lanterns in their eyes.

The campfire laughed, the horses swayed,
the fiddles sang while nightbirds prayed.
Their vows were stitched with whispered thread,
"Till death," they swore, "no tears to shed."

But Fortune's wheel turned rough and wild--
the lawman came

The Caravan of Stars

Along the road where moonbeams spill,
the gypsy wagons wander still.
Their lanterns swing like fireflies caught,
each wheel a whisper, each song a thought.

The fiddler hums a ghostly tune,
that weaves beneath the weeping moon.
A tambourine keeps time with dreams,
and horses wade through silver streams.

No map can mark the path they tread,
no stone remembers where they led.
They chase

Wild Gypsy Dancer

For her own sensual pleasure, she loved to dance
Never giving in again, to her need for romance
for once, long ago, a man had broken her heart
To this wild gypsy woman, the dance was an art
Her torrid gyrations were evidence of her passion
Sensual, her heart to passion


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Gypsy Woman

So many had loved her. So many had lost her.
She had a dream once, a gypsy woman in a tent, offered her a look through a glass box that contained golden pieces of paper, the paper held the name of her soulmate. When she asked to see, the gypsy woman pulled a blank paper with

Gypsy Eyes

I saw black birds against cloud canvas,
     aestheticism in motion.
I saw a rainbow tower meet sky,
     and I supposed a pot of gold.
Everywhere jade gypsy eyes roam,
      I see jewels, swirling skirts and God.

Gypsy Soul

In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined,
A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind.
She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart,
A seeker of truth, of unity to impart.

Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind,
Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been.
She weaves

Gypsy soul

In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined,
A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind.
She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart,
A seeker of truth, of unity to impart.

Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind,
Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been.
She weaves

Happy Father's Day: Daddy Was A Gypsy

Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town
Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down
Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing
Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so
After copulating… there were four of us to show
When people saw us coming…doors were open wide
When we were going….everybody cried
Cause we brought happiness…always a new

Raggle Taggle Gypsy

Raggle Taggle gypsy boy
born somewhere different
in the countryside, though
not far from a big city.

Hanzi, at the age of eight
he used to live as a gypsy boy,
going from here to there 
and everywhere.
He has never had the chance 
to go to school, but he loved to dance, 
sing and playing the bagpipes.
His father used to take

South by Southeast

Scraping this rhyme from pages of blood pages of sweat
Wild demon 
With a violent voice echoed by saturated bleeding sunlight
Hijacked innocence Winter's pariah falls into the fervent shade
My Old town picks up the pieces of a broken heart 
My Old town would takes me dancing and gets us some drink 
The patina of youth brushed

Gypsy Love Gaze

Our gaze,
Kisses,
Sweetly,
Like wild and enchanted,
Sunflowers,
With the tenderness of irises,
Ethereally,
Your Beauty sways in all the flowers,

Our hips,
Glow with their crescent honey,
While the petals delicate curves,
Sway with resilient rhythms,
Hands upon our hips,
Our gaze with its crescent,
Gypsy love,
And the exquisite blush,
Of a rose still moon,
Dances within the vineyard gardens
Reynaldo Casison

She Must of Been a Gypsy

She must of been,
A gypsy,
The way she dances,
And flutters,
From garden to vineyard,
Mango to iris caress
Reynaldo Casison

Gypsy Skirt Upon Her Exotic Hips

Gypsy skirt,
Upon her exotic hips,
That embraces,
Her painterly,
silhouette,
To carefreely flow,
In the winds of her salsa,
Beauty,,
And caress her rhythms,
From firm sunset gallops,
to sweet repose,

From what shore,
Did she gather your flowers,
Surreal honey,

Her hips are so comfy,
and cozy,
In your loving fibers,
And adept garden waves,
As her hem dreams,
Its flowers,
To dance with her,
Crescendos,
And gaze of her sighs,
Gypsy skirt,
upon her exotic hips,
And

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