Long Gypsy Poems
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BOHEMIAN LIFE
I was a bohemian ... I shot
words and songs in
gypsy nights ...
I attracted a lot of kisses on
worldly dawn ...
I was bon vivant in the madness
of the world...
I drank at every table
of fortune ...
I laid love on burlesque
beds ...
Ah! I was a wanderer of
all the scenes ...
many barefoot paths ...
I broke bare boundaries,
unveiled horizons
to the finger, and the arm ...!
Ah! this my life,
folly but lived ...!
When I feel alone
a gypsy soul without a home
When nobody 's there
with warmth to share
When rattling rains are all I hear
I close my eyes and take a ride
On sugar-coated clouds
I travel far to where you are.
Far from a frosty afternoon
One step closer to the moon.
I fly up high to a blue -black sky
Removing Her with all my might.
I push away the lady in today
To seek and find a happy child
A happy girl that's trapped in me
Still wanting to break free.
A girl who lives inside
Still struggling to survive.
I close my eyes and take a ride
One step closer to the music
that's playing on my mind.
Closer to late- fireworks
burning in the night.
An orchestra in concerto
and a piano by my side.
I fly up high to a blue black sky
I dance above with the prince of love
With wide-spread wings just like a dove.
These waiting cheeks
These open arms
Young Ballerina waltzing
On a Ballroom of spumed stars.
Just a fantasy song inspired by the movie Lalaland.
GYPSY TANGO
The Gypsy Tango roils his Portuguese blood
Fires of passion leap into his brown eyes.
He asks, pulling at his collar, knees in bend,
“What were you listening to…”
Ah...caught him in vulnerable freeze.
A kaleidoscopic spin of a voluptuous skirt,
Hypnotic swirl of hair and beads -
The music stoked by a cyclonic pulse.
I reel in my most prized faithful husband.
The years keep him coming back
To the same fishing spot -
This is no sordid affair...
It is the cave of wonders.
May we never escape its chase
He’s got the hots for his Hungarian bride.
A szerelem egyszeruen csak szerelem. Ez egy leírhatatlan érzés.*
7/19/2019
*Love is just love. It can never be explained.
DOES HE
Does he touch you with deep cabernet dreams,
or is it all white wine passion?
does your heart race from his nearness?
is there surrender in his scent?
does he tempt you?
does he leave you breathless?
are you tantalized with jalapeno kisses,
like butterflies stinging spicy pleasure on your inner thighs?
does he entice you?
do you feel wicked and waxened?
do you scream bruja's incantations
moan verses of ancient runes?
is your ****** seismic?
does he read like a mystery with a hint of gypsy blood?
does he consume you?
can he make you laugh in color?
does he feed your madness calm your storm?
does he feel betrayed by your shadow?
is he envious and jealous of your light?
does he sit in stillness while you listen to your muse?
does he make you feel whole?
does he?
does he?
i once did!
didn't i?
2/6/18
This Distance Between Us
by Michael R. Burch
This distance between us,
this vast gulf of remembrance
void of understanding,
sets us apart.
You are so far,
lost child,
weeping for consolation,
so dear to my heart.
Once near to my heart,
though seldom to touch,
now you are foreign,
now you grow faint . . .
like the wayward light of a vagabond star—
obscure, enigmatic.
Is the reveling gypsy
becoming a saint?
Now loneliness,
a broad expanse
—barren, forbidding—
whispers my name.
I, too, am a traveler
down this dark path,
unsure of the footing,
cursing the rain.
I, too, have felt pain,
pain and the ache of passion unfulfilled,
remorse, grief, and all the terrors
of the night.
And how very black
and how bleak my despair . . .
O, where are you, where are you
shining tonight?
Summer crept in
slow, steady steps within,
dogged pacing of hot and humid days
mixed messages of spring slipping away
and summer waiting to climb
patient on the edges of space and time;
a butterfly, a gypsy moth, luna and imperial
others more plain and beautiful most ethereal
but when the time and temperature are just right
the multitude of butterfly kissed light
calls monarchs, morning cloaks,
and swallowtails to flight below the oak
a thousand species throng
clustered and separate floating along
when the flowers blossom and grow
wings of the butterfly flutter and flow.
The time of butterflies multi-colored palettes crest
the age of beauty's sweet undressed caress
an age unmatched, unprecedented
our temporary visitors and residents
their beauty, awes and delight
preparing for their southern flight;
winging in and lilting out like graceful eagles
Eastern tailed blues, white admiral , viceroy regals,
the list goes on as if a meditation
calming floating with little hesitation
the oranges, reds, sulfured tigers and swifts
ride the breezes and windy lifts,
here and there appears these natural gifts.
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 to claim their child.
A fortune-teller saw too late--
the cards had sealed a crooked fate.
They rode like ghosts through iron rain,
the mountains swallowed up their pain.
Yet dawn betrayed their broken flight--
two shadows fell in dying light.
The caravan still hums their song,
a love too bright, a loss too strong.
And every fire that gypsies light,
still weeps for them across the night.
Some say when midnight paints the skies,
you'll hear their laughter where it lies--
two spirits twirling hand in hand,
forever free across the land.
I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
on a Triumph 69’
When your song came on the jukebox,
and hit me from behind
I was headed for a bad place,
and cared for nothing much
When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart and soul were struck
Entranced, your lyrics captured me,
like nothing had before
When you sang about ‘The Gypsy,’
I headed for the door
But something made me turn around,
and grab another dime
Ten more times in that diner’s booth,
still lost within your rhyme
Now back inside the bus station,
and sleeping on the bench
I scratch your words into the wood,
last dollar gone and spent
My bike outside against the wall,
the kickstand now long gone
And out of gas, my hopes have dashed,
that unrelenting song
Waking up at ten unsettled,
across the street I pushed
The sign said Triumph-BSA,
the owner Mister Cush
He asked, “What’s with your motor,”
I said “nothing—out of gas,
“But worse I’m out of money,
can I sell the bike for cash
“Would you please just buy my Triumph,
I know it’s old and worn
“It got me here through seven states,
runs great both cold and warm”
“I’ll pay three hundred on the spot,
on that can we agree?”
We walked back up inside his shop,
three bills he handed me
I thought about a bus ride home,
my thumb looked more in line
Facing East on old route #50,
my heart in deep decline
The first big rig that came along,
was bound for York Pa.
The driver said “If you like dogs,
I’ll take you on your way”
In York I caught a fast ride out,
two ‘dodgers’ going North
And got back home with hat in hand,
your song to guide me forth
Two years then passed, I met my wife,
four more and our first child
And we named her ‘Sweet Melissa,’
her dad back from the wilds
Now forty years have come and gone,
my beard and hair both gray
I owe you Gregg, and always will,
your song, her name—that day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
For Gregg Allman
I Sent This To Gregg In March 2016. It's on His Website.
We Spent Two Days Together In Richmond Va. In A
Blizzard In 1982.
...my fate is lieing in your hands take a look into my eyes Mirror mirror on the wall
can you promise me my heart won't again fall didn't think so no not at all because
Love bites love bleeds it's bringing me to my knees as it's Bringing on the
heartbreak while the gypsy is sitting looking pretty with her broken rose and
laughing eyes it maybe Too late for love for you and I yet I know you don't want me
to cry but Have you ever needed someone so bad have you ever wanted
someone you just couldn't have did you ever try so hard that your world just fell
apart some say Let it go because It's only love so why are you hurting so much
from it it's only love if he feels it to but they don't know how you go straight to my
head as I lie in my bed I just can't win can't help the state I'm in wish you could
feel like I feel if I could only make you see and have you want the way I want you
would want me all the time for me you are far more than just a memory No matter
what you are I'll always be with you right there just Two steps behind and
remember it only takes a minute of your precious time to turn around but where
do we go from here still looking for the way that's clear to Rock on together keep
thinking Let me be the one so you can again put your hand on my heart and lead
me into temptation as before you've shown me the right side of love want so
much for you to Pour some sugar on me in the name of love aww come on fry me
up I can't get enough and to Rock rock till you drop never stop Armagedon it really
getting it so is any wonder you got me Coming under fire feeling like a caged
Animal who needs your touch and very much needs your love everyday I Miss you
in a heartbeat oh yeah soon as my eyes awake I miss you right away listen to me
feel it don't fight it go with the flow Rock of ages keep a rolling Rocket with your
satellite of love cause baby I'm not Foolin' all I got is your Photograph I want to
touch you! And yes from all the above I'm very Gulity because I'm in love with you
and yet falling in it seems to be the one thing that you can't do and I have a
strange feeling that you do feel it to...
...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by Def Leppard
Over the years I have found many faiths-
Why settle for one when there are others?
I am Catholic and do read the Bible,
I want to believe there is a heaven,
and an Almighty Lord dwells above,
so I follow that faith each and every day.
But faith is very hard to define really,
I do like Buddism too, oh yes
the teachings of nature, life, death, enlightenment,
And Taoism, learning to live my life in harmony.
Even gypsy wisdom, don't reject
Romany fortunes, powerful physic power.
I put my faith in all of these beliefs,
and in one corner of my room,
I have placed a Cross and Bible and prayer beads,
and in another is a Budda altar, candlelit always.
Lao Tzu teachings help me find my path
this mind is wide open to many beliefs.
_____________________
November 27, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Faith
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