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| 07 Jul 2009 11:13 |
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| Rosie, Chris, those were incredible! I very much like the weaving of words from your language into the pieces themselves. It adds a very quaint, almost musical touch. ^.^ |
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Chris WS
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| 07 Jul 2009 12:59 |
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Thanks Clairseach, I have put a poem to music , my cousins the Orchards are doing a couple to, I haven't heard them yet though, all the best Chris |
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| 07 Jul 2009 22:32 |
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| It most definitely shows in your writing's flow. Be proud your poem can be both lyrical in nature, or read without music - it allows the words to play out in everybody's heads a little differently, depending on the person. |
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| 08 Jul 2009 04:36 |
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Posted on behalf of ChriWS 
The Nasty Gamekeeper.
We stoped the lorry, to start our toll,
He came to me, and began to boil,
"What are you doing here?" he said,
With his face turning very red.
Red with rage, without knowing a thing,
I''m sure he thought he was a King,
Shouting and swearing, he carried on,
We knew he thought we were in the wrong,
Not a word she said, my Mother so proud,
I couldn''t understand why she wasn''t load,
I looked to see why there wasn''t a word,
And then a strange noise it was I heard.
She had been eating toffees on our way,
Her false teeth were stuck, not a word could she say,
So out they came, to tell this man off,
Then he knew, he had felt her wrath.
Our permission, she had written down in he pocket,
But she wouldn''t show him, he went off like a rocket,
To prove us wrong, he hoped to achieve,
Thinking Gypsies would only lie and thieve.
But he never came back, which was a shame,
He couldn''t face those Gypsy woman again,
If he was polite and smiled, without the cuss,
Then we could have continued without the fuss.
Me and my Mum would find large estates where the evergreen grew that we cut to sell in Covent garden market, we met a lot of different gamekeepers over the years, some good, but some like the ones in this poem, one or two even helped us carry the evergreen out to the lorry, but when we came across a unfriendly one, Mum would never show our permission. she would always say, you have taken the trouble to ask in that manner, so you take the trouble to find out, but if they were friendly she was happy to show them, this day I couldn''t understand why she didn''t have any thing to say, the gamekeeper was at the driver''s side of the lorry, cussing me, so when I turned to see why Mum was saying nothing, I couldn''t stop laughing at the sight of her trying to part her top and bottom teeth, then she just throw them onto the dashboard !!!! and gave him a good gummy telling off. Chris xx.
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Chris WS
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| 08 Jul 2009 04:47 |
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Nais tuke mire friend xx. |
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Victor
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| 30 Jul 2009 20:08 |
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| the story goes that our Gypsies in general are not united, let say about half a century ago it was a diffrent story, not only in England but through out the world, why was it so ? because after the war, we had jobs, good businesses and we thought that the situation will last for ever and some business men made a lot of money, and divded from the poor gypsies, the people in general felt sorry for the Jews and Gypsies, because of the Holocaust, but today some countries deny that it ever happened, I was in Germany to see my relitives, and saw with my own eyes how the Germans treated us,well, because they new that their actuall governmemt, would punish any one who tried to discriminate us, one of my relitive had a restaurant, and we all used to go their to play billierds, and I have seen a lot of Germans visiting that place like any other German restaurant, and drinking beer and playing billierds with Gypsies or jews, they seemed to know that the Nazis wanted to liquidate us , the government helped the poor Gypsies, whos family died in the Holocaust, but today the discrimination is on the rise again, why is it so, there are no beggers or theifs in Germany, and the Sinti Gypsies or Roma how they like to be called, are very white like the Germans, and yet the government wants to get rid of them, and these Sinties live in Geramany for generations, were is all this justice that the world wants to see ? |
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Victor
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| 02 Sep 2009 18:19 |
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| my dear Gypsy RoseLouise,I was moved for the peom, that I am ashamed to say that I nearly cried, at this age it is vert dificult to cry, at least as far as I am comcerned, but you are so like my wife, I was complitly, overwelmed, me and my wife are 54 years together imagin how many up and downs we had through all this years, but thank God we are still going strong, I am asking you a favar please write more poems your good at it
your friend always Victor |
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ktontheroad
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| 11 Sep 2009 04:52 |
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| Hiya Rosie, I love reading your poetry!!!! I should be working really but reading your poetry is a much better option - good for the soul! xxx |
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| 14 Sep 2009 15:53 |
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| Sorry for the poems being removed ktontheroad but it was the members request. |
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xrosiex
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| 16 Sep 2009 20:04 |
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how could i not have a poem on jf????? lol guess i just have to have one on here lol
My Gypsy
Who chose not to sing
Why couldn’t you love, me why couldn’t it be?
I guess that it’s time now, that i set you free,
I couldn’t make you love me, yet so hard have i tried
I even forgot, i ever had any pride
Our life have been so different, yet deep down in side
I know my darling; i should have been your bride
We meet too late; i know that it’s true,
It was the girl not the women that you should have knew
Now i am broken, just like you said
Too many things, have gone on in my head
So I’ll close my eyes, and kiss you goodbye
And i promise my daring, I’ll not even cry
i’ll wake up tomorrow, and face a new day
And carry on in my life in the same way
But when i am lonely, and i need a friend
I’ll think of a gypsy, and a message i’ll send
I’ll write it in my heart, and send it away on a cloud
The love for my gypsy, in my heart beats so loud
So good bye my gypsy who chose not to sing
And thank you for showing me, what to love a man means
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Chris WS
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| 17 Sep 2009 06:48 |
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Sorry member's, been away, and feel sad as my poem I just wrote show's, hope everyone is mishto,
Chris ws.
Heavens Place.
Makes me wonder what your doing high in the sky's,
Sitting round the jog, pooven the gri's?
When my time comes I hope you'll all be there,
Singing and dancing at that pretty Gypsy fair,
Dear old Mum and Dad laughing with glee,
Uncle Eli, aunt Carry and cousin Ed I'll see,
To see them all again, as they were then,
Not a care in the world they had,
Now they have all gone, it makes me feel sad,
But I can hear their song, each one had their own,
The Little Footmen Boy was Mum's song,
Was it to The Red River Valley, aunt Glad has gone ?
My song will be Sweet Nightingale,
But I bet there be no strawberry's to sell,
Meat puddings instead for all to eat,
I hope Mum makes them, cos her's couldn't be beat,
Jess will be there, with her clarinet, every note so clear,
And Jim with ; Dont Leave me Lucille ; I have no fear,
Dad's song was Sunny Tennessee,
Before you go there Dad, please wait for me,
Save a place for me round the yog so bright,
Don't know when I'll be there,
I hope its not TONIGHT ! |
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| 17 Sep 2009 07:04 |
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| Sorry your feeling sad Chrisw and both lovely poems full of sentiments thanks for sharing with the board. |
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rg
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| 19 Sep 2009 16:36 |
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I was sent this poem from a member of my site and it was read out at a funeral for a local Gypsy man so I felt quite honoured ,it is by Ray Wills .
I went to visit www Romany Genes and chanced upon the Gypsy queens with vardos there all on display and heathers bound for chavvys play the Gypsy king was true to form with tales of old and wheels all worn the road was hard when folks were true to Gypsy lore and common dues the customs then were fit for a king with common rights and everything the fairground charms with darts and lace with fortunes told to bright ones face the walks to market village greens the wayward men and words obscene the dancing gals with tops that spun castanets and lewdly folki song the ponies free to graze the moors with tattooed bridles and woolly shawls
the yarns that Horace Cooper told
folks said he had a heart of gold
they burnt their homes as they died and jumped the brooms each happy bride the heaths were rich in rabbits stews with ferreting for each boy blue
Romany Genes be rich in law with roads a winding and Vardos tall n old
Lamps that shone with brass so clean
like Gypsy's eyes at Halloween.
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Chris WS
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| 21 Sep 2009 05:41 |
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| What lovely words to read out at a funeral, I would like that too ! |
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rg
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| 21 Sep 2009 07:51 |
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| Hi Chris yes it was a nice thing , and becuase the vicar had been given it by the family to read out he then checked the web -site out and made some lovely comments and said it had made the people and the area they lived, come to life and he could Imagine the old timesup on the common. |
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| 21 Sep 2009 10:42 |
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This is another Poem that was read for Horace Cooper's funeral New England being just one of many local Gypsy camps that used to be on the district.
New England Gypsies by Ray Wills
I journeyed to New England
within birch and heathered down
I rode upon a pony there
where gypsies bedded down
there were sackcloth on the floor there
clay beneath your feet
gravel on the sidewalk
the nicest folks you'd meet
I trod upon the bracken
where the rhododendron grew
there were dartford warblers singing
not far from waterloo
the village children came there
to crown the Gypsy King
there were Whites and Coopers laughing
I heard a blackbird sing
Across from Wallisdown and Bear cross
the Gypsy rovers danced
there was music in the night
when the Gypsy lady glanced
she said I was so gifted
I had the rose tattoo
I was a lucky fellow
from Alderney via Poole
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xrosiex
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| 13 Oct 2009 12:03 |
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Forever evergreen
Though her years she wandered, searching everywhere.
In every man’s face she met, she looked if he was there.
Sometimes she thought she saw him, but then he’d disappear.
That she’d never find him, was her biggest fear.
Sometimes she thought she heard him, soft and tenderly,
Call Here i am my darling, bring yourself to me.
In her dreams shed find him, when sleeping sound at night,
And she was so happy, when he held her tight.
But in the light of morning, she’d wake and he’d be gone,
Again alone shed wander, with her lonely song.
Her days they seem so endless, her nights they seem so long,
She wondered if forever, this longing would go on.
Would she ever find him, kiss the lips of which she dream,
Or would this longing in her, ____be forever evergreen
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xrosiex
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| 13 Oct 2009 12:39 |
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My jinnymengro
This jibbens killd mandi a very sad song,
And mandi have chant it, for ever so long,
The one that mandi coms, is a jinnymengro,
But com for mandi ,he just doesn’t know.
He is a tatcho raulo rat romany chal,
That always has a cushty story to tell.
He jins so much of the world all-around,
But jins nothing of the com, in a Romany girl.
Forever mandi will dream of a jinneymengro,
Although his com, mandi never will know.
Forever his memory will plaster in my sherro,
My wonderful geary,___ my jinnymengro
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Chris WS
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| 14 Oct 2009 03:32 |
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That's it Rosie, Mandi kom's tuke rokkern u Rom; KUSHTI !! XXXXX |
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xrosiex
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| 18 Oct 2009 13:53 |
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| alright chris, i am trying me best mate, i know ya like it better when i talk in romany, then text, thats for sure, lolol, u are funny chris lol,but i aint much better then you and still have to ask what this or that means lol text is hard work aint it lol,so chirs have ya been writing any more poems and what ya been up to, if ya been writing dont forget to share will ya xxx rosie x |
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Clairseach
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| 07/07/2009 11:13 AM |
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| Rosie, Chris, those were incredible! I very much like the weaving of words from your language into the pieces themselves. It adds a very quaint, almost musical touch. ^.^ |
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Chris WS
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| 07/07/2009 12:59 PM |
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| Thanks Clairseach, I have put a poem to music, my cousins the Orchards are doing a couple to, I haven't heard them yet though, all the best Chris |
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Clairseach
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| 07/07/2009 10:32 PM |
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| It most definitely shows in your writing's flow. Be proud your poem can be both lyrical in nature, or read without music - it allows the words to play out in everybody's heads a little differently, depending on the person. |
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| 07/08/2009 4:36 AM |
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Posted on behalf of ChriWS
The Nasty Gamekeeper.
We stoped the lorry, to start our toll,
He came to me, and began to boil,
"What are you doing here?" he said,
With his face turning very red.
Red with rage, without knowing a thing,
I''m sure he thought he was a King,
Shouting and swearing, he carried on,
We knew he thought we were in the wrong,
Not a word she said, my Mother so proud,
I couldn''t understand why she wasn''t load,
I looked to see why there wasn''t a word,
And then a strange noise it was I heard.
She had been eating toffees on our way,
Her false teeth were stuck, not a word could she say,
So out they came, to tell this man off,
Then he knew, he had felt her wrath.
Our permission, she had written down in he pocket,
But she wouldn''t show him, he went off like a rocket,
To prove us wrong, he hoped to achieve,
Thinking Gypsies would only lie and thieve.
But he never came back, which was a shame,
He couldn''t face those Gypsy woman again,
If he was polite and smiled, without the cuss,
Then we could have continued without the fuss.
Me and my Mum would find large estates where the evergreen grew that we cut to sell in Covent garden market, we met a lot of different gamekeepers over the years, some good, but some like the ones in this poem, one or two even helped us carry the evergreen out to the lorry, but when we came across a unfriendly one, Mum would never show our permission. she would always say, you have taken the trouble to ask in that manner, so you take the trouble to find out, but if they were friendly she was happy to show them, this day I couldn''t understand why she didn''t have any thing to say, the gamekeeper was at the driver''s side of the lorry, cussing me, so when I turned to see why Mum was saying nothing, I couldn''t stop laughing at the sight of her trying to part her top and bottom teeth, then she just throw them onto the dashboard !!!! and gave him a good gummy telling off. Chris xx.
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Chris WS
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| 07/08/2009 4:47 AM |
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| Nais tuke mire friend xx. |
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Victor
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| 07/30/2009 8:08 PM |
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| the story goes that our Gypsies in general are not united, let say about half a century ago it was a diffrent story, not only in England but through out the world, why was it so ? because after the war, we had jobs, good businesses and we thought that the situation will last for ever and some business men made a lot of money, and divded from the poor gypsies, the people in general felt sorry for the Jews and Gypsies, because of the Holocaust, but today some countries deny that it ever happened, I was in Germany to see my relitives, and saw with my own eyes how the Germans treated us,well, because they new that their actuall governmemt, would punish any one who tried to discriminate us, one of my relitive had a restaurant, and we all used to go their to play billierds, and I have seen a lot of Germans visiting that place like any other German restaurant, and drinking beer and playing billierds with Gypsies or jews, they seemed to know that the Nazis wanted to liquidate us , the government helped the poor Gypsies, whos family died in the Holocaust, but today the discrimination is on the rise again, why is it so, there are no beggers or theifs in Germany, and the Sinti Gypsies or Roma how they like to be called, are very white like the Germans, and yet the government wants to get rid of them, and these Sinties live in Geramany for generations, were is all this justice that the world wants to see ? |
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Victor
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| 09/02/2009 6:19 PM |
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| my dear Gypsy RoseLouise,I was moved for the peom, that I am ashamed to say that I nearly cried, at this age it is vert dificult to cry, at least as far as I am comcerned, but you are so like my wife, I was complitly, overwelmed, me and my wife are 54 years together imagin how many up and downs we had through all this years, but thank God we are still going strong, I am asking you a favar please write more poems your good at it
your friend always Victor |
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ktontheroad
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| 09/11/2009 4:52 AM |
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| Hiya Rosie, I love reading your poetry!!!! I should be working really but reading your poetry is a much better option - good for the soul! xxx |
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| 09/14/2009 3:53 PM |
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| Sorry for the poems being removed ktontheroad but it was the members request. |
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xrosiex
Posts:297
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| 09/16/2009 8:04 PM |
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how could i not have a poem on jf????? lol guess i just have to have one on here lol
My Gypsy
Who chose not to sing
Why couldn’t you love, me why couldn’t it be?
I guess that it’s time now, that i set you free,
I couldn’t make you love me, yet so hard have i tried
I even forgot, i ever had any pride
Our life have been so different, yet deep down in side
I know my darling; i should have been your bride
We meet too late; i know that it’s true,
It was the girl not the women that you should have knew
Now i am broken, just like you said
Too many things, have gone on in my head
So I’ll close my eyes, and kiss you goodbye
And i promise my daring, I’ll not even cry
i’ll wake up tomorrow, and face a new day
And carry on in my life in the same way
But when i am lonely, and i need a friend
I’ll think of a gypsy, and a message i’ll send
I’ll write it in my heart, and send it away on a cloud
The love for my gypsy, in my heart beats so loud
So good bye my gypsy who chose not to sing
And thank you for showing me, what to love a man means
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Chris WS
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| 09/17/2009 6:48 AM |
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Sorry member's, been away, and feel sad as my poem I just wrote show's, hope everyone is mishto,
Chris ws.
Heavens Place.
Makes me wonder what your doing high in the sky's,
Sitting round the jog, pooven the gri's?
When my time comes I hope you'll all be there,
Singing and dancing at that pretty Gypsy fair,
Dear old Mum and Dad laughing with glee,
Uncle Eli, aunt Carry and cousin Ed I'll see,
To see them all again, as they were then,
Not a care in the world they had,
Now they have all gone, it makes me feel sad,
But I can hear their song, each one had their own,
The Little Footmen Boy was Mum's song,
Was it to The Red River Valley, aunt Glad has gone ?
My song will be Sweet Nightingale,
But I bet there be no strawberry's to sell,
Meat puddings instead for all to eat,
I hope Mum makes them, cos her's couldn't be beat,
Jess will be there, with her clarinet, every note so clear,
And Jim with ; Dont Leave me Lucille ; I have no fear,
Dad's song was Sunny Tennessee,
Before you go there Dad, please wait for me,
Save a place for me round the yog so bright,
Don't know when I'll be there,
I hope its not TONIGHT ! |
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| 09/17/2009 7:04 AM |
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| Sorry your feeling sad Chrisw and both lovely poems full of sentiments thanks for sharing with the board. |
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rg
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| 09/19/2009 4:36 PM |
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I was sent this poem from a member of my site and it was read out at a funeral for a local Gypsy man so I felt quite honoured ,it is by Ray Wills .
I went to visit www Romany Genes and chanced upon the Gypsy queens with vardos there all on display and heathers bound for chavvys play the Gypsy king was true to form with tales of old and wheels all worn the road was hard when folks were true to Gypsy lore and common dues the customs then were fit for a king with common rights and everything the fairground charms with darts and lace with fortunes told to bright ones face the walks to market village greens the wayward men and words obscene the dancing gals with tops that spun castanets and lewdly folki song the ponies free to graze the moors with tattooed bridles and woolly shawls
the yarns that Horace Cooper told
folks said he had a heart of gold
they burnt their homes as they died and jumped the brooms each happy bride the heaths were rich in rabbits stews with ferreting for each boy blue
Romany Genes be rich in law with roads a winding and Vardos tall n old
Lamps that shone with brass so clean
like Gypsy's eyes at Halloween.
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Chris WS
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| 09/21/2009 5:41 AM |
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| What lovely words to read out at a funeral, I would like that too ! |
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rg
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| 09/21/2009 7:51 AM |
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| Hi Chris yes it was a nice thing , and becuase the vicar had been given it by the family to read out he then checked the web -site out and made some lovely comments and said it had made the people and the area they lived, come to life and he could Imagine the old timesup on the common. |
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rg
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| 09/21/2009 10:42 AM |
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This is another Poem that was read for Horace Cooper's funeral New England being just one of many local Gypsy camps that used to be on the district.
New England Gypsies by Ray Wills
I journeyed to New England
within birch and heathered down
I rode upon a pony there
where gypsies bedded down
there were sackcloth on the floor there
clay beneath your feet
gravel on the sidewalk
the nicest folks you'd meet
I trod upon the bracken
where the rhododendron grew
there were dartford warblers singing
not far from waterloo
the village children came there
to crown the Gypsy King
there were Whites and Coopers laughing
I heard a blackbird sing
Across from Wallisdown and Bear cross
the Gypsy rovers danced
there was music in the night
when the Gypsy lady glanced
she said I was so gifted
I had the rose tattoo
I was a lucky fellow
from Alderney via Poole
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xrosiex
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| 10/13/2009 12:03 PM |
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Forever evergreen
Though her years she wandered, searching everywhere.
In every man’s face she met, she looked if he was there.
Sometimes she thought she saw him, but then he’d disappear.
That she’d never find him, was her biggest fear.
Sometimes she thought she heard him, soft and tenderly,
Call Here i am my darling, bring yourself to me.
In her dreams shed find him, when sleeping sound at night,
And she was so happy, when he held her tight.
But in the light of morning, she’d wake and he’d be gone,
Again alone shed wander, with her lonely song.
Her days they seem so endless, her nights they seem so long,
She wondered if forever, this longing would go on.
Would she ever find him, kiss the lips of which she dream,
Or would this longing in her, ____be forever evergreen
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xrosiex
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| 10/13/2009 12:39 PM |
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My jinnymengro
This jibbens killd mandi a very sad song,
And mandi have chant it, for ever so long,
The one that mandi coms, is a jinnymengro,
But com for mandi ,he just doesn’t know.
He is a tatcho raulo rat romany chal,
That always has a cushty story to tell.
He jins so much of the world all-around,
But jins nothing of the com, in a Romany girl.
Forever mandi will dream of a jinneymengro,
Although his com, mandi never will know.
Forever his memory will plaster in my sherro,
My wonderful geary,___ my jinnymengro
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Chris WS
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| 10/14/2009 3:32 AM |
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That's it Rosie, Mandi kom's tuke rokkern u Rom; KUSHTI !! XXXXX |
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xrosiex
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| 10/18/2009 1:53 PM |
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| alright chris, i am trying me best mate, i know ya like it better when i talk in romany, then text, thats for sure, lolol, u are funny chris lol,but i aint much better then you and still have to ask what this or that means lol text is hard work aint it lol,so chirs have ya been writing any more poems and what ya been up to, if ya been writing dont forget to share will ya xxx rosie x |
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