Poetry Gypsy

Monday, October 30, 2017

No Poem, but a medical report -

Of Eyes and Sighs - Two weeks ago I had to see a retinal specialist as part of my routine eye exams. The retina doc decided he wanted me to be seen by a cornea specialist; " first available." We all know when a doc says that to the scheduler, it's potentially serious. Twenty years ago I was... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 29, 2017


ORIGINS From where does our poetry stem; Which root f rom what tree bore the fruit; Who sang the songs only we seem to know; Where lived t he voice spoken through tears; Can it now be found in the face of a crone; How many souls did mirror our own; Who else can hear lost cries of despair; Was the... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 28, 2017


I said to CCT I'd take another look at this poem. Here it is, edited and abridged. I hope you like it, and find perhaps it reads more clearly. HEARTS OF YOUTH She is your reality, beyond illusions lost, t hen found. You, loving her loving you, view her as timeless, ever the delicate rosebud that... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 27, 2017


DAYDREAMS AND REALITIES (TOUJOURS JEUNE ) She is, in daydreams, an imprint on your reality, beyond illusions lost, then found... You, loving her loving you, view her as timeless; ever the delicate rosebud whose blush blooms fresh each morn, nourished by your fantasies and her truths; a fragrance... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017


GUIDANCE He told her to follow her heart, and she said that she would. No, not true. She said nothing. And because he never looked back, he failed to see that the heart following his, was hers! © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017


AT SIX Today, with a searing heat emanating from the orb of this Earth so intense that it shattered all records, mercilessly evaporating sprays of silvery-blue seafoam surf breaking hard against coastal jagged rocks and coves, as from the Northeast gust the winds of Santana, unleashing a fury wild... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 23, 2017


LAST DANCE I hear the music hot, sultry enticing a sax moans it plays on dance with me darlin' take me for a spin the wood floor beckons, gleaming hold me tight your hand at my waist twirl me, dip me sway me, meet me now cheek to cheek a sigh your breath warm life upon my neck we become a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 22, 2017


FATHOMS DEEP If one were to sit or float around all the livelong day and night, trapped in a poetical quagmire of hedonistic melodramatic angst, ever pondering the inane the mundane, the profane or the insane, one still might never cross the esoteric borders of the arcane. © R. Presta Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 20, 2017

For Those Free Spirits...

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Poem Edit

KALEIDOSCOPE OF EMANCIPATION It's a lonely curve of light by which t he writer dares to see mysterious dreams and shrouded visions viewed t hrough another space in time where neither day n or night do reign; glimpses of drifting stars afloat, bursting ray s of rainbow-tinted hues, mingle with... Sign in to see full entry.

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