GYPSY PASSIONS

GYPSY PASSIONS

A Poem by Phil Roberts

We come as we please
And we leave on the breeze
Away........

Distance
As an image of warm blue air
The hooch man denies seditious writhings
Coming in proud bursts of creation
Irrespective of soil or culture
Bursting thirsting creation
Heathen fertility
Haphazard geography 
Lust of life beyond life

Screaming gadgetry can cowards make
Tight cages can our spirits break
But love is broad and clean
Fickle and immortal
The soil from whence we came
Without permit or permission
With honour and with relish
The hooch man denies nothing
Not one word at all

And on and on
The fairground moves on
Away

                    By Phil Roberts

© 2016 Phil Roberts


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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..

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