Short Gypsies Poems
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Astrologists look at the stars
Whilst Gypsies read palms in the bars
But Fortune lies
With alibis
So mind the lights, but watch the cars!
eyes aglow, she gyrates round the gypsies' fire. . . his burning desire
July 25, 2017 for the LUST Poetry Contest of Lewis Raynes
Can I make love with you
calmly like a waterfall,
a moon wrought in live coals
between the palms of Gypsies.
Moon – in my bed
the olives are blooming.
And behind the door – a shadow.
Galaxies apart, we
Gazed into the abyss
Growing within, glowing
Gently with each passing
Game. We were wild, glorious
Gypsies, you and I, the
Gulf ever between us.
*Pleiades form
as tambourines pulse...
stallions rock with gypsies' whirl
firing dance of hooves
12/27/ 2016 John lawless Contest
The TROIKA- (Haiku with hooves)
Loosely following local laws
checking Henry's traps for claws
Up government cut
down tarpon creek
Night-winds cool
my sunburnt mind
Feasting like gypsies
listening for Bum Farto
Out of their hotels like gypsies they roam,
so we fumigate our infested home.
Foglike drugs they inhale —
roach smoke under the veil.
Dear Mary Jane makes herself right at home.
2/20/2018
Man, under dope-"Nurse, I find gypsies, run"
He cried in alarm as if he was done.
The nurse laughed out quite loud
"It's a machine in shroud"
"Mad? am I madam?'' You're making fun!
Her future foretold by random gypsies
Tippy meandered east to Poughkeepsie
She fell in love there
Grew out her blonde hair
Took a liking to drink ~ now she’s ‘Tipsy’
"Was it a car or a cat I saw?"
"Hush, sweet pea. Drain those meds through your straw."
"Nurse, I spy gypsies run -
hallucinating's fun."
"Watch this fun nurse stroke you with her paw!"
Ellipses are like gypsies, here awhile and gone
The pause that they've created gives us cause to linger on
The final thought of what's been sought
In mind by their Creator
And now we are what has been caught... alone in this the-a-ter
witches and warlocks
gypsies and thieves
imagination
brings likes of these
pirates and pixies
bring in the sheaves
unicorn sandwich
cucumbers please
dragons and hoot owls
running from bees
witches and warlocks
gypsies and thieves
Oh goodbye starstudded nights and dewdrop morn's
Adieu to the host of longlost spritely dawns
Oh how I will miss the sunshine and rain
Farewell good summer, please come soon again
Goodbye sweet nights when fairies danced
And all day gay gypsies pranced
Were growing old,
with all the bad men and gypsies.
These streets don't look so familiar.
And
were picking up our phones,just
to hear a voice that reminds us.
Were not alone.
All this breath spent,it's
making me cold.
Please pick up your coat,were leaving.
Fresh wounds contain some tiny grains of salt,
At night in dreams I see ears of rye,
I was never afraid of pain or fault -
Just of lies.
Forever's index on cover's body.
Two gypsies in a fast cart in delf,
Have never wished death to anybody
But to self.
gypsies come to town
riding dusty horse drawn carts
watch out there's thieves amongst us
collecting what they can
the tramps are after our husbands
to pass along their curse
these gysies,tramps and thieves
will stop at nothing just to get your purse!!
april 23,2012
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“Mr. Owl ate my metal worm! What gall!”
“I swear he was at least ten feel tall!”
Nurse! “I saw gypsies run! Ooh!”
“Euston saw I was not Sue.”
Me mad? Am I, madam! shouted Paul.
I ate gelato in Firenze
in the shadow of a cathedral
whose name I could not recall.
And gypsies, their wide skirts spread before them,
begged in Italian, words I did not know.
But what was I to do --
I did not understand their voices
and they did not recognize my hair
as their own.
derelict gypsies in the shade
speak with crows across the way.
through the barley field and the corn
spread the tenacles that were forlorned.
telephone wires that have no shape
stretching out so none escape.
some said that it was the cross,
some followed the lines and were lost.
The winter winds sing
To the teardrops of rain
That cling to barren limbs
Frozen boughs
In cloaks of ice
Whisper their displeasure
Darkness descends
Through solemn hours
Life suspended, waiting
A new sun smiles
Crystals dance like gypsies
The beauty of God’s hand
I'm a song
Written in free verse
By a poet
A poet with no words
I'm a soul
Blowin' with the hurricane
Like a teardrop
Saltier than rain
I'm a phrase
With no meaning as such
In a language
That ain't used by much
In the end
When everyone's heading home
I'm lost
In a place where gypsies roam
Glittering falling moondrops
Giving birth to graceful nymphs
Moonlit airborne vagabonds
Winged gypsies beneath asters
Incarnations of freedom in flight
Deities in their magical realms
Goddesses in miniature
AP: 3rd place
Submitted on March 14, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 195 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - 3RD PLACE
Gypsy Fog
Written: by Tom Wright
1/8/2008
Stealthy arriving,
Similar to a caravan of Gypsies at eventide,
It left nothing untouched;
After spending a quiet, restful, evening
Just hanging around;
Cockcrow found it confronted
With the same destiny,
As that of its predecessors;
A swift case of Fade!
The call cries for us
Like the push of wind against sand,
We wonder of its power
We crave for the whisper,
Its romantic invitation to stillness
It calls for gypsies and alchemists,
For all humans to lend a hand
In the painting of the mural,
For the craft of our finger
To be gentle gifts of tomorrow
Which we leave for its citizens.
Purple flames>>Violet flames
A voiceless name///The sting of shame...
Echoes through hollow hearts[[[]]]
Of beggars, liars, gypsies & thieves
Seduced by Midas & his touch
How soon does everything turn to rust???
Allured by empty promises of fame & adoration
Never questioning the $ for such a vice,,,
Never stopping to think twice((()))