Short Gypsies Poems

Spear fishing love
Old most ancient way of life
Of Sea Gypsies job....

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a second moon-blink
reveals a band of coyotes ~
backyard gypsies

11/14/2017...

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Octavious Oakley
of Bermondsey
Painted many a rustic scene
with gypsies the main theme...

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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!...

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eyes aglow, she gyrates round the gypsies' fire. . . his burning desire

July 25, 2017 for the LUST Poetry Contest of  Lewis Raynes...

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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....

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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...

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as tambourines pulse...
 
    stallions rock with gypsies' whirl

        firing dance of  hooves






12/27/ 2016    John  lawless Contest
The TROIKA- (Haiku with hooves)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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!
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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((()))...

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Something in the Times 
   today 
       about organizing 
the strippers
   Not a bad thought 
   These 
women 
provide 
a break 
   from the humdrum existence 
of many men 
    in our cold metropolis 
   Who out there in the darkness
remembers Cher's 
"Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves" 
     Every night the men 
 would come around and..........

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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

Originally posted on March 20, 2018...

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Though like cats the hours stray,
The infinity of our love will never be far away,

The mist shall dance upon its ballerina heels,
As the love and garden of your lips seals,

The midnights shall sing with blossoms reborn,
From the gypsies and drifters lovelorn,

The strewn flowers upon the veranda blooms,
In moonlights sweet havens and rooms
Reynaldo Casison...

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Happy Together comes on the radio.
I can handle this; I try hard to keep my car under seventy.
Now it’s Cher. She is singing Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.
I push the pedal to the medal, I am twenty-one again.
Tina comes on. She is singing Proud Mary. 
I dare not look at the speedometer. 
I am breaking the sound barrier.
Forgetting I am a grandmother
Forgetting I am old....

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