Poetry Gypsy

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Poem & Post

THE EVENT Pride and passion Tuscan style Il Palio di Siena no gentleman's horse race, pomp, pageantry rivalry, skill, six hundred years of Machiavellian blood bred for one run, one match in the plaza seventeen districts ten riders bareback, three laps ninety seconds one winner takes all, ridden with... Sign in to see full entry.

Blog Entry - In Solidarity w/Spain

IN MEMORY - AGAIN... FLAG OF SPAIN Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


SUPPOSE... if I were a Wish I'd take you away to a thatched cottage deep in the country secluded, where mornings of sunshine greet buttercup fields, and rain droplets glitter like diamond dew mists if I were a Hope I'd blanket your heart in seasons of splendor, granted and given with goodness... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Blog Post - For Everyone in Blogitsville...

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Sunday, August 13, 2017


NUCLEAR NIGHT scan vast the sky droplets of sparkle plunge from ozone silent spin the stars raw weeps the land numb is a globe flames burn the sea bonfires from blood wolf tastes my heart © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

DRIVER'S TEST - This is a first, and close to home...

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Thursday, August 10, 2017


JOURNEY TO ÉIRE Upon savage untamed silver shores between rough-hewn rocks and midnight sky, float reflections of shimmering stars a-glitter, sailing atop the ocean current restless, when sun of magic dawns above, glorious golden globe, its filtered light peeking through an almost-fog, reach to... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


* DREAM ON (by Steven Tyler) Every time when I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone It went by, like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way Everybody's got the dues in life to pay I know nobody knows Where it comes and where it goes I know it's everybody sin You... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

For Italians and Those Who Think Like Italians

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Monday, August 7, 2017

Poem - In the Spirit of GISHWHES, a Poem to a Pet who has Departed

PAWPRINTS ON MY HEART They said you'd slept on the remnants of a torn sofa in an abandoned house near a desolate freeway on the outskirts of a ghetto, beyond the wrong side of town. Happy boy, ever so gentle, you were 'chill,' with smiling heart, loved by all, sugar-sweet, your delight; our... Sign in to see full entry.

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