Protest everywhere in the fighting streets
Applauding with erected fingers call
Gypsy dancing in all the fighting fleets
Feeling beyond any doubt could change all
Stancing and whooping with numbness hooray
Without fulfillment re-satisfying
Social order in total disarray
Faces are turning, never stop crying
Yowling fierce, until the deadness excites
Tis the fire, that is say, the jubilee
Fuels the all screeching spirited lights
Thinking upon the way things it should be
In the end, the challenges they shall face
Won't run away, but instead they shall chase
Categories:
gypsy dancing, political,
Form: Sonnet
why isn't she sad?
why doesn't she weep?
the angels ask her in her sleep
because she brought a cat along,
a shroud of memories and song
yes song rolled tightly in a roll
light soldiers carried
in her soul
she did her best
she ran the race
she shows the journey
on her face
her armor dented,stands austere
by the visitor's easy chair
in her swirling dream of dreams
she's gypsy dancing by a stream
Rachmaninoff and Chopin swirl
a smaltzy tune and she's a girl
ballet dancing in the rain
why am I crying?
there's no pain.
She doesn't suffer anymore
I turn and watch her from the door
she's smiling at another face
another time,a better place.
Categories:
gypsy dancing, friendship, life,
Form: Couplet