Long Gipsy Poems

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The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or rather without when the Ages seemed dark
and oriental spices called...

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“Good Morning! I know you are busy. Will you stop for a while for an interview?”

Sir, what do you want to know? If only you are keen,
And do not look at me with prejudice, I...

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Wipe off my tears, the tears of agony and pains
Wipe off my tears, the tears of languish that brought gnashing of teeth’s.
Wipe off my tears, the tears of sorrow that brought lamenting 
Wipe off my...

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Arrived is now Spring,
The scents of flowers 
scattered in the fields 
Awaken feelings of sleeping children.

Here, the breeze that goes 
Between flowering almonds.

There, weeping of poplars 
Are spreading like white snow.
Far away, along the path,
White...

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She sits by the stream of consciousness with the echo of silence

Takes her mind into blistering darkness below false reason’s truth

Down by the water of tears she lights a candle in her mind’s storms

Embraces the...

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Creation of the last Christmas card , 
by these hands .

This may very well be the last time 
my Girls are seen coming together. 
Even if it is only on this card, and in this...

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Great were the old times
When we first met eye in eye
Green was the grass everywhere
Sorrows we had not in our minds
For memorial stories we shared
Our hearts beat with entire joy

Now as dreams have evaporated
Life has...

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‘Corona’ you ‘old gipsy man’
Crowned over humanity, victorious
Ushering Coleridge’s Angel of death - the LADY with
Bright red-lips and dead-white-skin? 
Caging people and casting spell? 

You anchored the coast of every continent,
Fueled with hasty vengeance, 
Counting...

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A stranger passing                                ...

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( COME BACK ) 

There's naught in the town and its profitless pleasures,
no comfort in labor, no gladness in play.
The beat of my bosom but wearily measures,
the heavy-winged hours that you are away.

A world that...

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Bathing on the mild mid-afternoon sparks sun-charmed,
Reclined on a wave lounge, the pulse of the landscape warmed
My mellowed sighs mollified by colognes of fragranced jasmine,
The scenery enchanting slumbered, its pulsations pristine.

Pliably surfing through the air,...

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ate summer - gipsy violinist

In the immense mass of a green leaves
flashed the red and yellow ones
The promise of a change
  messengers of the Fall
In the air floated certain undertones
of a melancholy and decay

The...

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A huge swing, swirling into unknown, burying whims one by one 
A droplet of tear touches a  small hand, a tiny world in reflection
Its silent roar touches a faded glory, a forgotten dream of...

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On Summers eve-you danced by night
On sweet-scented breeze by the campfires light
Your flaming hair-locks swirling wild-
desires and passion you did rile.
My Gypsy maid from Clare's sweet paths
from Donegal to Dublin's streets-
and a brothel there called...

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Evening and horses 
I`m walking on the bottom of an ancient sea
The bottom is flat and rich in grapes and cabbage.
The used to be a lake here, but it disappeared
What is left is a small...

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Xanadu! Heaven in a desert! Rest of the restless!
Where the Almighty reveals a gleam of his gorgeous glimpse
Where nature reaches out her healing hands to the helpless
Where the sprig sources and freshwater fountains have their...

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How glad I could be if, like the teaching of the Gita
I can renounce the fruits of each of my tireless labour.
Being a long way from the perfection of Lord Krishna
Midst lost gifts, I'd seek...

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Once a Seafarer 
I was thinking of my life as a seafarer endless
voyaging like a gipsy of the seas.
It was the best of times because I was young
but was also the worst of times being...

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I am drunk, stoned, woozy and tipsy
Drinking beer, brandy and whiskey,
Swinging with abandon like a gipsy.
Kinda crazy, sozzled but hella merry…
Ha, Mary, kiss me! And Yo Sherry,
Your luscious lips, red as a ripe cherry…
Yoo-hoo, life...

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I plagiarized a verse
           Japanese,
          that was copied on
       ...

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The Golden Lighter

I met her in a small Spanish coastal town
she was a gipsy and barefoot in the dust
a flowering skirt and laughter.
I was 18 years old and knew with certainty 
this was the love...

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Intermezzo

I was in Huelva in 1958, a poverty-struck town in Spain
there were Tivoli carrousels and all that
I met a beautiful gipsy girl barefoot in the dust.
We laughed a lot; I don’t know why and she...

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