A Gypsy Boy
This poignant Poem was written by Simon Deacon, who is currently serving a sentance at Her Majesty's Prison Leicester....he would like it dedicated to Charlene.
A Gypsy Boy
A Gypsy Boy A Gypsy boy came home one day,
To find his true love had gone away,
When he asked the reason why...
This is what she did reply...
"because you chose a life of crime...
Gypsy boy ..do your time..
If you had chose and honest life
I would have gladly been your wife "
In Jail they found him dead,
and in his cell ..a note that read...
"Dig my grave and dig it deep,
Place red roses at my feet
Upon my chest a turtle Dove..
to show the world I died for love"
So all you Gypsy girls bare in mind,
A good Gypsy boy maybe hard to find,
So, when you you find one
Love him true,
Because, this Gypsy boy
Would die for you
posted by Shay (Pesha) at
2:40 PM
14 Comments:
Thats very nice Pesha
lets hope Charlene takes him back
I saw what you wrote on the other place this morning but I can't post on there as I am barred for naughtiness ;-)
But well said and I hope your trip on thursday is safe
latcho drom
Sissy xxxx
From a distant land I send you greetings
may your journey be safe
I wish you success in your mission
Please know that you are seldom far from my heart
and always in my thoughts
We two are forever bonded by blood
and by love
sent with warm affection and many kisses
your brother
F
Pesha
Bitti phena x
latcho drom
Violet
Best wishes Pesha and so much love from ALL of us here
We keep the house warm for you
dont stay away too long
We are proud of you
ashlen devlesa
May you always have an angel by your side Watching out for you in all the things you do Reminding you to keep believing in brighter days Finding ways for your wishes and dreams to come true Giving you hope that is as certain as the sun Giving you the strength of serenity as your guide May you always have love and comfort and courage
And may you always have an angel by your side Someone there to catch you if you fall Encouraging your dreams Inspiring your happiness Holding your hand and helping you through it all In all of our days, our lives are always changing Tears come along as well as smiles Along the roads you travel, may the miles be a thousand times more lovely than lonely May they give you gifts that never, ever end: someone wonderful to love and a dear friend in whom you can confide May you have rainbows after every storm May you have hopes to keep you warm
And may you always have an angel by your side
My love to you
today, tomorrow, always
Finbar xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I have but one question for you Pesha
Deal ?
or
No deal ?
Kushti Dives Pesha
I do not have a google account and I did try and create one but there were problem. I show no disrespect in Posting Anonymously.
I just want to offer my support and to send you these words.
kushti bok
Keja
Be Brave!
Be Brave!
Fight those who fight you with
Courage!
Courage to stand up
For what's right!
Courage to stand up
For the weak!
Courage to know
When a battle is lost!
Let the passion rise up and erupt
In a firey blaze!
Be Brave!
Don't fall to those who are weaker
And whisper with forked tongues
When your back is turned.
Use your courage
To stand your ground
And not fight back
Use your courage to
Forgive those who have wronged you.
Be Brave!
And use your courage to
know when to fight.
Thank you all for your messages
However I felt I should delete some..as I did not feel they were appropriate....some comments are maybe best emailed instead
kushti bok
Pesha x
Beautiful poem, and it realy touched me, also just because of my involveness of the correspondenceclub for the Native American Prisoners. Also a Nation, that had and still suffering, just like Gipsy's, Also a past filled with red tears! Hugs and Blessings Elly
"A good Gypsy boy maybe hard to find,,
i was really disgusted from this racist definition of Gypsy boy.
It basically means "A good Gadjo boy is more easy to find!,,
How it comes?
KAPIRO !
It is clear you have not understood the poem
The poem is written by a young Gypsy man who is in prison.
the words are his own..it would be difficult to be racist against himself.....
I am all for fighting racism...but not fighting for the hell of it ..and looking for arguements that dont exist
Read the poem again ...with open eyes...and remember the poet is himself a Gypsy
Kathal !
very good poem my boyfriend is a gypsy and hes a good one, i love him!:) x
hi just wondering how long ago this poem was wrote? my dad past away recently an he use to say this poem to me all the time when i was a young boy.
R.I.P issac john price xx
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