The GypsyThe Gypsy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled faintly as her hand brushed his face one last time,
Her scent still lingered on his skin.
It had only been one night;
Yet for that night they had been one,
Brought together through passion and intensity,
So much more - yet never quite the same forever after.
As she walked away, she cast him one last firey look,
Her olive green eyes undressing him once more,
Burning themselves into the back of his mind,
Forever branding him as hers.
And he knew as she dissappeared over the hills,
That the woman he longed for more than any other,
Was the one he'd never see again.
Never fall in love with a gypsy.
A Gypsy's TravelsI assigned myself a visionA Gypsy's Travels9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and resigned myself to a gypsy's travels.
I wandered the precincts
pawning my trinkets for change
instead of cash, collecting experiences
the hue of a prophet's intuition,
a pallet full of perfect memories
painted across the landscape.
I ignited ideas as incense
as I read my lucky cards by candlelight,
melted wax poured out as libation
to the pathways my feet have etched out.
GypsyMy grandmother's bonesGypsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Provide the support
To my empty rib cage
Evening the structure;
Would be something great.
Taciturn tea leaves
In a ceramic urn
Allow some comfort
From their steam
While the lines
On my palm lie-
My bracelets of fortune
Can't be that short.
GypsyWhat say you?Gypsy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a life of poverty,
a life of Travel,
a life of endless hope?
What say you?
To a road less walked,
a road to nowhere,
a road to nothing in particular?
What say you?
To the hunter,
the teller of stories?
What say you to any man,
who says they have no home,
who speaks of worlds they roam,
who cries for lost time?
What say you, Gypsy...
GypsyGypsyGypsy9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a nomad, just a wandering lad
I am the gypsy prince I will slay them all, not even wince
I can't stay in one place for fear that they will know my face
I walk around now in dark silks and fine lace, look all around I own this place
As I grasp my sword a fine shining blade I will fix all the mistakes that I have made
I cut them down where they stand. Sore and bloody now I must seek a new place
in time they will forget my face and I that place
I am the Gypsy prince all covered in blood.
By: Dan Blackthorn
Gypsy LaceShe wove her gypsy laceGypsy Lace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath a wayward moon,
as the wrinkles gathered
beneath her aging eyes.
Nimble her fingers
thread stories of the ages,
while when each colored strand
voices of the dead whispered.
She worked before the
where centuries before
her ancestors once
played the melodies
upon a Roma guitar.
Where the women danced
among their flaunting veils
embolden of vibrant
hiding not the passions
of the soul.
the future is for gypsieswe are all twenty three point five degrees shythe future is for gypsies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of even, a people off-kilter and invariably prodigal, timid
as our buffalo. you have a hometown, i say out loud
while driving in it, and you murmur something about murder,
the dusky war over your head. you say those birds don't
even know about the obliquity of the ecliptic, and here
they are, trying to change it with all their weight in the sky.
twenty three point five, you repeat, your mouth around it
gingerly as a psalm, as a lioness with cubs, and we keep driving.
there are sights: a stripped-wire cherry tree, its fragile arms tipped
with ravens, their children unstrung and clinging to
the window screen. people here grow thin and taut as their
nerves, hysterical with sedentary fear. we've stayed too long,
grown roots, become as player pianos too comfortable in
our tilt. twenty three point five makes echoes in the canyon
of your mouth, awake with heavy birds, bloody with desire
for symmetry. we pass our house and we keep driving.
gypsies.....Let's be gypsies, traveling dancers-gypsies.....7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've got the know-how,
I've got the looks.
Let's be nomads, coin-catching Capricorns
singing for the common folk
just like in the books.
We'll dance for a dollar.
We'll rhyme for a dime.
We'll travel on the cobblestones
if we find the time.
Rattle our rattles,
vocal chords and tom-tom drums
keep feet light upon the ground
shout to heaven, show your gums
let's be gypsies.
you've got the know-how-
I've got the looks.
gypsy.She was just twenty and only a girl,gypsy.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sharp like a knife, only a woman who knew
the pen is not always mightier than a sword.
She brought her family with her
in every fold of her sunset skirt, her careworn hands
eager for a new world, the Roaring Twenties, even
the name called her, barefoot with a warrior's soul.
She held her sister's hand on a vast ship, tight,
and never glanced back. She sailed the seas on
her high cheekbones, dark-lashed eyes
that looked into mine years after the world
heaved like Pangaea, after the names of her people
had changed, she looked into my unfamiliar
and saw herself.
From an English TeacherWhen you're forced to read just to pass English classFrom an English Teacher3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And you don't know what to do
Because novels are dull and dramas are daft,
And none of the stories sound true....
Our existence is a story told with schemes and different themes
And we live through them most every single hour,
You'd see if you just took a little look, it's like a book,
And as we grow up the plot begins to flower
Our lives unfold in stages, and are written down on pages
in a book that's hidden deep within our souls.
This dear town is just a setting and the people that you're getting
to know well are only characters and roles.
Every victory or failure can be thought of as a tale you're
gonna tell when asked "what happened to you today?"
And the funny little bits that happen when you use your wits
can be the funny things in dramas or in plays.
When you're doubting why we read, then here's something you should heed:
Your life is like a story, told in days.
And if that's just not enough, then, dea
Back To The GypsyA single cookfire,Back To The Gypsy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lone vardo in a glade.
My way of life is dying...
The more I wander,
the more it seems...
I am the last of the true Rom,
a once proud people.
Our music stirring
of the gadje,
those outsiders who view us
as a mere romantic image,
who long to live as we do.
The open road, our home.
Nothing to hold us back,
whole families traveling
in one caravan.
Then there's the other gadje,
who view us as
Those who do not listen,
who do not understand.
They cannot see our stories,
cannot feel our songs.
And so I look to find,
the rest of the Rom,
to return to the open arms
of my family.
A Poetic Tribute to Trixie: Wandering GypsyA Poetic Tribute to Trixie: Wandering Gypsy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Great and Powerful Trixie
My name prophesising
A renowned showmare
My challenge to all
Better them at their own
A veil to my insecurity
Ponyville, my downfall,
A minor setback
Confronting an Ursa true
Revealed my act a shimmering hue
Upstaged by a librarian
Saved by the Goddess
A disgraceful dethroning
Mirrored sparkle, fading
But an illusion...
A lack of appreciation
Those ponies have
Theatre is but fiction
None but that mare could provide contradiction
News will travel
But Trixie will endure
After all, the world is a stage
And Trixie, its premier mage.
GypsyIf I am the darkness,Gypsy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the inverted, does that
make her the light?
She can, without a doubt, sparkle.
She has made me feel confident,
like no one else has,
but she also has set me in my place.
I am not good enough.
She is still unstoppable,
dancing in my thoughts;
the gypsy, whispering
of demons and voices,
prophecies in my head.
Fantasies that will never become reality.
Still, I wait for the day
when the crystal ball may tell
of a new fortune;
a new future in which the light
and the darkness collide.
I will continue to watch my gypsy
dance circles around the controlled flames
of my docile heart.
Gypsy.I've got a gypsy spirit, I'm lost, getting along on my ownGypsy.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking to be discovered, like a diamond encased in coal
Known the touch of a man, but not the right one
So I keep going on, legs carrying me at a run
Hoping to unhitch the wagon, unharness the horses
Kick up my feet and stop fighting all the forces
Go for a trail ride along the country side
Watch the pull of the moon at tide
Put away these wild dreams that'll never come true
Like how the sun soaks up the morning dew
Get a better head on these shoulders of mine
Something more strong like the boulders past the pines
All these emotions I can't keep hiding from
So I'll sing a song as strings I strum
Dancing barefoot through grass up to my knees
like wildflowers swaying in the breeze
The Gypsy Bard LyricsWhen you're rife with devastationThe Gypsy Bard Lyrics1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song
When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in"
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song
When you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to the jingle jangle
Of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me
GypsyThe dusky skin gave theGypsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gypsy girl away.
Or was it the tambourine,
the gold hoop earings?
Swirling satin and mystical
swaying rhythyms of the east.
I swear they are harmless,
after all what danger is the tarot to us?
The wheel of fortune spins for the Gypsies and
they delight in its knowledge.
Flames will flicker outside of their painted wagons,
fifes and tabors play on to melodies of old.
Love Isn't Chasing Rainbowswe wouldn't be dreamers, big schemers,Love Isn't Chasing Rainbows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with go-nowhere jobs, nine-to-five.
no saving face, morning after regrets,
and what was his name agains.
we'd be euchre in the café
with men who had seen it all
before. salt plains, burma forests,
atoll islands and elephants at the zoo.
a car park wedding and a shotgun
house. make up chasers are
for the suburban dream
who wants kids anyway?
I'd finish my degree, want
to work far, far away and
you'd agree to follow me
to the edge of the world,
but no further because
heights still won't be your
thing. in lust for all days;
we would have the world.
the Gypsy and the KnightHe met her kneeling by the waterthe Gypsy and the Knight8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One barefoot little gypsy daughter
Bright golden eyes met his own with a smile
She said 'weary knight, won't you stay here a while?'
She led him where the water fell
The beauty of nature's spell
Secrets of faeries and dryads she told
He laughed as she danced, barefoot and bold
And into his heart she stole
Gentle knight, come a-wandering with me
There are things I would show you, and things you must see
The eagles take flight in the noon
And at night we shall dance
By the light of the moon
So together they wandered the land
Little gypsy and knight traveled hand in hand
From the mountainside to the ocean sand
Rivers and forests and hills that roll
And into his heart she stole
Little gypsy, from where do you come?
Darling, where are you fleeing, and why do you run?
You've nothing to fear,
For as long as I'm here I'll
Protect you from all that comes near
Then one morning, she said with a tear
'Forgive me, kind knight, I must leave you my dear..'
With a smil
Visit to the Gypsy WomanYou've got to understandVisit to the Gypsy Woman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never done this before,
But this time I want to know
Everything about my fate.
Tell me about money,
About hate, about fame.
However don't utter a word
about the riddle I can't solve
that goes by the name of Love.
I know that it will surprise me
In every colour and shape.
So don't speak of the
Brown of the hair,
The blue of the eyes,
The fullness of the lips,
The whiteness of the skin.
Because it may all be a lie
Love will come and surprise me
In golden hair,
And it may all be a lie.
So, you've got to understand,
Tell me everything about my fate.
But leave out Love.
Tell me about fortune and fame.