The Gypsy dance.
The Gypsy dance.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
If you listen well.
You can hear music and strong voices singing the song of secrets
and mystery.Sometime If the tequila and gin is strong.
You can join in the song and the dance.
Find freedom and be able to scream and yell against
a society making us all robots. Just waiting for death.The Poets, musicians and actors go to the sea after the tavern
are closed down. We sing and dance. We yell at the moon.
We do not want the rope around our necks dragging us to the ways of the controlled people.
Let us be free, free to roam and think. To be able to create and not be locked
in a prison of bills and responsibilities. Breakdown the rules and laws strangling me.
I don’t want the big house, the high price cars.
Just the freedom to be able to roam.
The road is calling my name. Whispering stories of great beauty and unknown places.
I hear the wicked woman calling me. They don’t want forever.
Their Gypsy eyes want to dance in the heat of the flesh.
The Gypsy soul know nothing last forever. Tomorrow we may be dead.
Celebrate life, like this is our last day.
Drink and dance till the end. The Devil will welcome us with open arms.
For we celebrated every second of life.
We were truly free of the bloody rules.
Coyote
1990
Wonderful poem and expression.
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Thank you Valentine for the kind words.
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This poem really expresses the joy of living a life outloud, a life out of bounds for the duldrum of everyday living. Great poem and the imagery was rich and spacious.
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Good to know freedom when you are young. Need to enjoy life when we can. Thank you for the comment.
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I would love this life.
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I told my kids. Travel, test life and have fun before you go to work. We will work for 50 years. We need good memories to make us smile when we are old and gray. Thank you for the comment.
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I don’t want the big house, the high price cars.
Just the freedom to be able to roam.
The road is calling my name. Whispering stories of great beauty and unknown places.
those lines ring so true to me! i love this poem!
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We need to travel while we are young and strong. Sad when you learn too late you miss the chance to dance and have fun. Thank you for the comment.
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I loved this poem! It reminds me of me. I want to find a way to be a gypsy!
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A good desire to be a Gypsy. Be free and unafraid of life. We can gain their energy and spirit. I met Gypsies when I was station in Germany. Could drink and they knew laughter. Thank you for the comment.
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I pick the dance each and every time!
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I like Texas the best in my travel with the military. Woman asked you to dance. Texas woman had great spirit and carry hand guns. Good to be able to pick a dance pardner.
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🙂
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Great words, and true.
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Thank you John.
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Magnificently wild words. I enjoyed reading it ! 🙂
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Magnificently wild words, I enjoyed reading it ! 🙂
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Thank you stopping by. I go back in time to remind myself I was young and wild once.
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The wanderlust calls strongly to me. 🙂
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Those were my best days. I had my truck and time. Good to hang with people who knew laughter and conversation. Thank you for the comment.
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I’m glad you had chance to enjoy that time, not everyone gets to experience that. I was lucky too. 🙂
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I told my kids. Travel, test life and have fun. We will work for 50 year plus. Enjoy your youth and have some fun.
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exactly!! Your words have inspired me today. Thank you x
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Thank you reading and the nomination.
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lovely words and dance! i nominatedyou for an award! pls check! http://wp.me/2m5ig
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