RP's Poetry Gypsy

Sunday, March 11, 2018


MIGRATION II on an esoteric level he had always loved her as she knew she had always loved him but a bird only flies on a singular route else it gets lost, alone, along the way Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

ADEQUATE a soft voice a kind word a gentle smile a loving touch a warm heart accord contentment peacefulness that's all she wrote but is it enough Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018


TOUCHING TIME Let us make the most of these days, however many or few they may be; each moment a last precious gift to be cherished and held near to our hearts, where dwells a part of our soul, pure, transparent, to be shared openly, freely. It's all that we own, all that we have, our singular... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Pensées (Thoughts)

"I think a poet is anybody who wouldn't call himself a poet." Bob Dylan * "I observed the glorious beauty of rainbows in the heavens, followed by the vision of a full circle rainbow, and my mind smiled with the sky." RP Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

This surrealistic photo was taken by a pilot as s/he went through a rainbow, or so they say... I'll believe anything. Rainbows in Heaven...and even through the darkest clouds, remains a rainbow. RP Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 22, 2018


TREASURES sepia dreams gossamer wishes technicolor tomorrows days I have saved savored memories reckless recall secrets untold hopes to harbor promises waiting scented nights whispers warm velvet caresses Sign in to see full entry.

Blogit Glitch - Keep Your Eyes Peeled

There was a glitch yesterday, according to Blogit, where this blog did not appear online for a while. Therefore, it could not get read, if one desired to do so. The point is, keep an eye out to be sure your blog posts are viewable to all so that this doesn't happen to you also. RP Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018


PSYCHE'S KISS Sing my heart alive, wake it from the crypt resurrect me cleanse my soul; you who could breathe warmth to a stone, life to the dead, bring love to my bed. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Poem - Edit

MOONBEAMS AND MIRACLES Savant soothsayers mysterious speak lightly to my heart in silver tongues and golden tones, whispering to those who hear lost sacred words and magic chants, but what they say is strange, and tis a simple dare to all; Boldly catch a moonbeam streaming silently through space,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 17, 2018


BENEVOLENCE The tears of a thousand years cry softly in my soul, Time bleeding from my mind as the yearning of yesterday's dreams beats in my heart with the rhythm of life and lyrics immortal sing out from my soul; hope lost, then hidden in stories and myth paints dreams of delight as colors in my... Sign in to see full entry.

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