RP's Poetry Gypsy

Friday, May 11, 2018


*HEIGHTS I have no wish to memorialize the glory of a looming skyscraper steel beams that menace, bridges and pipes wires for lights masons and mortar cables in tubes; all is pseudo-progress riding high toward heaven, a Building tall, shining bright its soul in dark of night; a soul stolen,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 10, 2018


PASSAGEWAY Somewhere in time there winds a cobblestone path, almost a street, so narrow that only a mule can pass; and the tiny road remembers all of the footfalls of those who tread, tired and weary, upon its gravel and rock, keeping sacred their secrets and stories as it waits for them to return,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 5, 2018


DELIVERANCE Who paints for us the sky in colors aqua, cerulean, fuchsia, lavender blue and vermilion; who links a heart to a soul, a soul to another's heart, who breathes beauty into touch, warmth to passion's ecstasy; who colors magic into life's surprises when barren hope is no longer the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 4, 2018


ADRIFT The howl of a wolf, a cry from the heart, whispers from my soul, echoes in the blood, a silent calling reaching far to you, a bright spirit lost to destiny dark, are your words opaque my words translucent, never to be said, heard or felt again. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 3, 2018


ENIGMA like lights from stars rippling on the night sea shimmering the deepest Adriatic blue pools lost to your eyes slumber then waken sunlit glowing life resplendent into me yet never do they see the rune Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018


RECALL when it happens it comes on fast and uninvited every now and then I feel it in the hole hollowed in my heart the empty void a pain dulled words that hurt remembered my spirit numbs my soul cries empty still alone without you because it is still Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Poem - May Day

Once upon a time, people went " a-maying. " CELEBRATING MAY DAY Queen Guinevere's Maying (John Collier) * IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1859 For thus it chanced one morn when all the court, Green-suited, but with plumes that mocked the may, Had been, their wont, a- maying... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 28, 2018


BILLOWS Clouds white cotton tufts and puffs, floating shapes riding winds in wild skies above, gradient hues swirls of cerulean blues, reflections whispering, visions humming, faintly singing an echo of the sea, bringing to me sweet thoughts of you. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 26, 2018


ENCORE Shall I use my tongue to taunt you mercilessly with a wit acerbic, mock you with tales of your mediocrity or emulate diplomats, politicians and pretentious academics by smiling to your face while subtly reminding you of your station and your place I might slowly dip my head, letting my hair... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018


CONFESSION He always was the quiet type, not one given to inane verbosities, but standing near to her in the kitchen warm, he couldn't help himself and told to her a secret; how he in early mornings past had liked to watch her while still she slept, always amazed, said he, because he couldn't... Sign in to see full entry.

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