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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...

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Categories: gypsy, baby, boy, death, fate,
Form: Metrical Tale
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...

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Categories: gypsy, dream, horse, moon, music,
Form: Metrical Tale



Premium Member 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 *Phoenix sixain form...

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Categories: gypsy, dance, passion,
Form: Other
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...

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Categories: gypsy, deep, emotions, heart, love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member 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....

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Categories: gypsy, appreciation, art, nature, poetry,
Form: Sijo



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...

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Categories: gypsy, daughter,
Form: Romanticism
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...

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Categories: gypsy, daughter,
Form: Romanticism
Premium Member 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...

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Categories: gypsy, childhood, family, father, father
Form: Lyric
Premium Member 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...

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Categories: gypsy, allegory, allusion, blessing, dance,
Form: Free verse
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...

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Categories: gypsy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
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...

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Categories: gypsy, beauty, nature, woman,
Form: Lyric
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...

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Categories: gypsy, beauty, nature, woman,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Death By Gypsy Violin - Prometheus Burning
Death by gypsy violin Will push you out then pull you in Requiem for a burning pyre Raising twilight ashen choir Up beyond that frozen place Up beyond all time and space No hungry knife shall clip thy wing No wild wasp shall fires sting Thus, these thoughts did prod and pry His love, he knew, could crack the sky I foresaw, thought he, my...

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Categories: gypsy, courage, love, myth, sad
Form: Rhyme
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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Categories: gypsy, beauty, romantic, woman,
Form: Ode
Tambourines and Gypsy Fishnets
The tambourines, Are shimmering, Like evening stars, She put on her lovers makeup, For her, through the rain, And mist of clouds, She was ready, To dance again, Into the shimmering night, She dressed her, Voluptuous body, With a vintage gypsy dress, And slid her gypsy fishnets, From her heels to her hips, Like waves carry its moonlight, And love to shore, As she danced, with her ballerina love, The tambourines, Shimmered, Deep into...

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Categories: gypsy, art, beauty, woman,
Form: Lyric

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