Romany Poems - Poems about Romany

...Back when girlish daydreams rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds featly feet kept a beat in spring grass as I flounced with Romany wind breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek as I whirled in his arms ......

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...Beautiful Words (Beautifully Praise beautifully Said) O’ Father, Our Father I thank you for the words, those words you give unto me My Daddy, Abba Father I thank you for All I See Beautiful Wo......

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...The fall of communism When free of the burden of communism and many states became a democracies it was a great feeling no one telling people what to do. This and a free press became a burden......

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...Liars distort, manipulate do not willingly subjugate little gossip and whopping lies let integrity be the prize Discernment be your lips cement let the words of truth lament keep true north,......

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...-------------------------------------------------------- The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element -------------------------------------------------------- Snickering Bastards Two......

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... 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......

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...I wait for that pain in my arm, clutching my chest in a state of alarm bowling me over and turning me blue, causing me permanent harm. I'm sure it will happen one day Regardless of what they m......

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...Heather. Lucky heather . I can still hear her Irish tone Heather, Lucky heather This beautiful gypsy stood alone . Her raven hair cascading like a midnight waterfall Heather, Lucky heather ......

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...With flashing eyes she did enthral as to the beat of drums she danced a wild flamingo with clacking castanets her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl Golden earrings sparkling and flashing heels looki......

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...Before you judge me tell me one thing Do you know how dew feels in the early morning Do you know what timber makes that crackling sound When you sit by a fire on open ground Tell me how bright the st......

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...Night is hanging a kerchief with stars above the sleeping Earth above her sadnesses, passions, above her restless head. And only a lunar path tells dreams to dark Volga. A Romany fire burns on......

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