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A Poetic Tribute to Trixie: Wandering Gypsy

The Great and Powerful Trixie
My name prophesising
A renowned showmare
Bountiful flair

My challenge to all
Better them at their own
A veil to my insecurity
Tainting purity

Ponyville, my downfall,
A minor setback
Confronting an Ursa true
Revealed my act a shimmering hue

Upstaged by a librarian
Saved by the Goddess
A disgraceful dethroning
Mirrored sparkle, fading

Encore's call,
But an illusion...

A lack of appreciation
Those ponies have
Theatre is but fiction
None but that mare could provide contradiction

News will travel
But Trixie will endure
After all, the world is a stage
And Trixie, its premier mage.A Poetic Tribute to Trixie: Wandering Gypsy8 months ago in Free Verse

To LoveAm I allowed
to love?

To have or to hold
till death
does he part-
from me, myself; I,
could try not to die.

You could tell me to
end myself, to shrivel.
Unnatural,
Hated,
Faggot.

Fine.

I will be your faggot,
will you be my bigot?

Does God hate me, or you?
Think about it.To Love1 year ago in Free Verse

GypsyCandle
Stick child,
Wick child,
Fire burning low.
Running hard
Against the night
And has so far to go.

Throwing
Tantrums
At panjandrums
Until they're all exposed.
A cold day,
A hard way,
The only way she knows.

Gypsy
Witch girl,
A stitch girl,
Who's better on the road.
A dance girl,
A chance girl,
'Til all her smiles are sowed.

Gritty
Blues girl,
A true girl,
Words across the page.
A spotlight,
A hot light,
Twirls across the stage.

Sceptre
Moonchild,
A rune child,
Out among the stars.
A night light,
A white light,
How quicksilver you are.

copyright J. Shidler 2011-02-06/07Gypsy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Mad Little DreamApples and mannequins, Gypsy fire shadows
Dream a little dream of me, sweet baby
Gears and cogs, crows and rows of corn
Dream a mad little dream of me

November twilight comes early, and sometimes
The sky is dull red at night
And all the clocks chime and the whistle blows
Dance in the Gypsy firelight

Harvest moon's gone and the stars shiver cold
From the Clocktower down to the river
Remember the times that we swam through those stars
When the moon was full in warm June

Dream a little dream of me, Ladybug
Dream a mad little dream of me
I'll drink to you and try my best to fly
And I'll always dream of youMad Little Dream2 years ago in Free Verse

AbusedThe way you loved me,
You handled me like a breakable heart.
Your tenderness was reachable,
I thought it would remain the same.

The way you loved me
Became the deceit and lies.
They were whispered with such sweet guile
That I forgave them all.

The way you loved me
Was never love at all.
It was the hitting, and the loathing,
It was everything you've done to break me down.

The way you loved me,
It created the scars
That cry to me from beyond the nightmares.
And race, forever, in my mind.Abused2 years ago in Free Verse

The Gypsy Bard LyricsWhen you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song

When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in"
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song

When you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to thThe Gypsy Bard Lyrics7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics

Crumpled RainbowsCrumpled Rainbows

Most hands would just recklessly crumple
Colourful rainbows of my skies
And stomp on them to see me humble
Chained to ground, suffering in my ties

You playfully twist them, then your fingers
Furl them ropes neatly into piles
And encourage me to not linger,
To break free, erase all that's vile

You turn world's arrows into sunshine
And make daisies bloom in my hair
I'm certain worries cannot confine
My heart as long as you are near

Bars of the cage holding me hostage
Forged of fear much firmer than steel
Line up as stairs, there starts my voyage
Leading up to where dreams get realCrumpled Rainbows5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

BacchusI left you for a virgin whore
for long nights and
a cheap high that wasn't
as thrilling
or as trendy
as they would have you believe.

Chasing the fading, spidery blue
of an old tattoo covered
in two days of stubble.
Chasing revelry, determined
- so sure
that Bohemia wasn't dead.

For a gypsy bride with jazzy ankles
and a knot in her hair
cracked lips and a Tibetan smile
that wasn't as captivating in the
illumination of sobriety
the morning after.

In the name of discovery and
downtown thrills
nightclubs with crooked teeth;
bad accents laced with
cheap absinthe sound
so alluring under a harvest moon.

NegotiablBacchus3 years ago in Free Verse

Ladder To HeavenLadder To Heaven

Motley in red boots
Sits on balcony handrail
Dressing cityscape
Into cigarette smoke

Too close to god
To just throw in a joke
Aware of how hard it is to entertain
One who's eternally supposed to smile

Streets look like braided reeds
Cobweb on fire
Queues of matchboxes
Built in domino style

Nightfall tastes sour
And people seem even
Windows sleepily wink
On figure on the brink

Playfully swinging his feet
To traffic's fractured beat
Tiring yet strangely sanative
Like aroma of rum in a plastic cup

How easy it would be
To climb the ladder to heaven
How liberating
To fall upwards head over heelLadder To Heaven7 months ago in Free Verse

Pretty Gypsy PromisesSnow on the ground,
a blanket of yellowing misery
freezing out this empty-nest screaming.

Barren trees stand at attention
like forgotten toy soldiers,
bright morning sun
putting every awkward branch on display.

Somewhere--
down the street,
maybe,
or around the block
--she's leaving fuchsia lipstick stains
on family heirloom china,
gnarled knuckles clutching the warm mug
as if chamomile-and-honey tea
is the cure
for half-dimpled bedroom smirks
and lily-scented seduction.

Bloated birds
sail like kites on the breeze
and the bed beneath you creeks
as he slips from the sheets,
socks scuffling the carpet
until he's out the dPretty Gypsy Promises1 year ago in Free Verse

GypsyThe dusky skin gave the
Gypsy girl away.

Or was it the tambourine,
the gold hoop earings?

Swirling satin and mystical
swaying rhythyms of the east.

I swear they are harmless,
after all what danger is the tarot to us?

The wheel of fortune spins for the Gypsies and
they delight in its knowledge.

Flames will flicker outside of their painted wagons,
fifes and tabors play on to melodies of old.Gypsy2 years ago in Free Verse

Outcast and Proud!How dare you judge me!
Who gave you that right?
Just because I'm a gypsy
Means I won't fight?

How dare you,
say what you do.
How can you preach?
If you only knew!

Yes Im an outcast
So what! Who cares?
How can you speak of truth
When you dont even know it!

I will always stand
against the tide
I will fight
till the day I die

So listen to me
heed my words
For what you say
is just obscured

Yes I am a gypsy
And proud to be
And my heart
shall forever be free

So as I stand
Before this crowd
Who scream and joust
and are so loud

I AM AN OUTCAST!!!
AND I AM PROUD!!!Outcast and Proud!1 year ago in Free Verse

Nowhere Man3 years ago in Free Verse

The Gypsy FireI'm dancing
Along side the gypsy fire
Through my child-like stare
My voice rings like a church choir
But they'll never know
Why should i let it show?
And how do I even know?

I'm dancing
Along side the gypsy fire
Through my child-like stare
My voice rings like a church choir

What my mother never told me
Only the truth will set you free
But why should I care
About what my friends will never see
That "other" side of me
That side i may never share

I'm dancing
Along side the gypsy fire
Through my child-like stare
My voice rings like a church choir

Out of the shadows
Steady as a beating drum
Ready or not
Here I come
No longThe Gypsy Fire9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics

Gypsy LifeI can only rest
a minute or two
Before I'm back on my feet
And running from you
I leave no footsteps
No trace
That's my edge-
In this perpetual race
And when you catch me
You'll see what I said is true
I
Am really
YouGypsy Life1 year ago in Free Verse

GypsyGypsy

I feel a little lost
Like maybe my compass is broken
Or my map is upside down
The directions go unspoken

No one is bothering to tell me
Which is the right way to turn
They just glance at my map and shrug
With unsaid lessons they expect me to learn

So I close my eyes and spin
The world around me continues to flow
And whichever path I see when I stop
That's the direction I'll go

My life is all just guesswork
Nothing I do is planned
Maybe that's why no one else
Ever seems to understand

I try to explain why
But whenever I open my mouth
I'm whisked in a different direction
East, west, north, or south

You could say I'm aGypsy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Carnival of JoysTwinkling, gleaming- lights are soaring,
as they vault into the doors.

Ferris wheels are happy rising,
shifting now in festive roars.

An effort lifting up the spirits,
rising vaults and arms it tilts.

Flashing dripping with the essence
a rowdy dance, the quintessence-

Singing the hope and joy of man,
a mirror maze is now outran.

Cotton candies' sugar filling
foaming floss of pink and blue.

Clown with makeup dripping,
hot sun laughs to cheer the crowds.

Throngs are smiling, talking, laughing,
jugglers tossing fun tricks fun aloft

A Carnival is happiness,
Joy is a party, and smiles are parades.Carnival of Joys2 years ago in Free Verse

holocaustI often think about the times
When being captive was
Mere children's play and
When yellow stars were silly
Things that little children drew

When some numbers weren't names
And people didn't live
With tens at a time
In the same beds that smell
Of lost things: ourselves, hygiene, hope

When we weren't seen as vermin
To work and die like dogs
Just some human waste
Useful because of our
Hair, for pillows, fat, for soap

I often wonder, trying to sleep
Which I can't because of
Whispers of the dead
Is it really a crime
To be gay, a gypsy, or Jew?holocaust5 months ago in Concrete Poetry

.: Us :.Walk me through a sea parted by anomalies;
with your heart spread over mine,
tell me all the secrets that make you shatter
and I'll sing a broken latin lullaby I once heard
from no one in particular.

All I need is for you to breath me in,
wrap me around your fingers--twirl me like a pen--
and not all the hands in the world would drop dead;
only mine would, but it'd be restful.

Lie besides me in the decaying grass that's
opal in color, kissed by the lack of sun
to forever hold what we have
in this moment encompassed by gold and love
golden love, molding love,
hark to the fading love.

You're non will make my sense like all
my undoings ma.: Us :.1 month ago in Free Verse

Tired EyesA pale mist rushes over
the gentle sleeper.

A light pall is
wrapped loosely around his shoulders
like a thin gauze bandage.

How could he
make do
with
s t r e t c h i n g
those tired eyes
over
that thin frame?Tired Eyes6 months ago in Free Verse

Onyx and RosesSharp obsidian flakes mingle on the floor with dewy rose petals; the man pauses.

Never before had such a bittersweet ensemble graced the faded linoleum.

In his haste to remove the mess he adds his own crimson signature to a thorn.

Sighs rack his frame, dully echoing the delicate touch of lace in her last kiss.Onyx and Roses9 months ago in Free Verse

FreedomThe freers
have freed
the free.Freedom2 years ago in Free Verse

Dont AskScreaming Silence
The Howling Void
This endless nothing
Leaves me annoyed
Throbbing
Robbing me of what sanity I have
Creeping
Tearing
Sigh Again
The Sounds of thought
Robbing of sleep
Logic
Illogical
How can sense exist in a place so loud
Chattering
Clawing
Biting
Hacking
Shredding
Its a screaming cemetery
A quiet battlefield
Robbing me of my breath and control
You were supposed to bring me peace
Quiet
And instead
Screaming
Howling
Sighing
Why can't I just restDont Ask3 years ago in Free Verse

The Gallivant Gypsy

The Gallivant Gypsy

Her skirt skims her hips,
The air kisses her lips,
The fire dances and she burns,
Like a lovable loop, she turns...

She is the oracle of the night,
She is for some kinsmen a knight,
She is the gallivant gypsy,
She is even slightly tipsy...

Her torso teases the tide,
Of the fanatic flourished flames,
Increasingly growing which hide,
Behind such a beauty. She blames

The fate to have forgotten the times,
When she could devour delicious limes,
When she could cry and whine all day,
Until the sorrow fades away.

For now she is this mild maiden,
Singing secrets to the soft skies,
Down below is Earth, she is Eden,
She waThe Gallivant Gypsy1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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