Poetry Gypsy

Monday, January 25, 2016


THE VOICE OF THE SOUL Sing not to me of spring's bright flowers, nor yesterdays of surf and sand, the sea's soft breezes through your hair, for I have lived them much like you, memories still better laid to rest. No need for notes of Solomon's sweet song, nor of telling Shakespeare's sonnets yet... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 24, 2016


*SALUT’ In his meticulous journal, I read that in year 1919, Grandpa mine, placed an order to be delivered to him from California, in August, for the freshest bounty of grapes, the astounding count so many of which did fill an entire train car! Bushel baskets round and full on schedule rolled into... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 23, 2016


. *BLOOD MOON Luminescent orange and red amidst a glitter in black of night Blood Moon's voice calls out to me, fly wild and free before the light! Ride upon the winds of wishes to you nothing is denied until Daylight's face has beamed, happy that Blood Moon has died. *A Full Moon is on the rise, so... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 22, 2016


THUMBIN’ IT Let me ride with you, fly high with you, soar into the sun with you, touch a dream lost in time with you, float me on eagle's wings with you, carry me – until tomorrow. Note: This can be read literally (think biker, as in Harley-Davidson) or figuratively. © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 21, 2016


THE SECOND HAND * Memories of golden times spent laughing in the sun lie safely hidden in a clock upon the wall, lest the sweetest dreams rewind. I cherish in my heart those carefree days spent with you in our enchanted world; life was blindly charmed as your gilded lilies glowed alongside... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016


GOSSIPS Listening to them again, two egg-shaped bodies of women not quite yet of middle years, attached somehow to avian voices, their cackling, cawing trills like scraping claws upon my brain, it comes to mind that I would like to have just one day when I, too, might join them, engage in witless... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016


OUR FLAME And on our fire burns; let us enjoy the flame even as its pale light begins to flicker dim, and when every hope is lost, fate now darkened black, somewhere in time through our Ancients’ blood, cries of spirits old shall yet sound bright and clear, heard and heeded by a future dreamer bold;... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 18, 2016


*THE ANGEL’S SONG After the accident slip, fall and crumble I lay in a netherworld body bruised painted purple yellow and green brutally battered tattered little rag doll bones fractured broken unrepaired weakened pain intense excruciating with any breath do I yet live is this not my bed why hear I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 17, 2016


UNIVERSAL SONG Bocelli sings; swirling feelings primordial engulf my being to its very core, then evolve and meld within my mind, forming an amorphous evolution of this thing we’ve named a thought; which, simply stated, is that in music, melody and song, may yet lie all the answers hidden to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 16, 2016


LAST HOUR *Ever so gentle, he was chill; sugar sweet, loved by all, happy to be mine, kind and true, a loyal guy, his young days grew shorter now; I plainly knew his world was pain limping softly toward his end. I'd hear him shifting restless, night's lonely torment descending harsh upon his bones;... Sign in to see full entry.

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