Gypsy Boy Varey


Poems of Gypsy Boy Varey

21. Repentence 8/27/2013
22. She Burns Just Like Salt 8/27/2013
23. She Was Only Seventeen 8/24/2013
24. Skerrit The Ferrit 8/27/2013
25. Something To Complain About 8/24/2013
26. Stand Tall 9/1/2013
27. Stop Blaming Me 8/26/2013
28. Suicide Screw 8/25/2013
29. Tattooed Tears 8/25/2013
30. The Black Beat 10/23/2013
31. The Black Dog 9/1/2013
32. The Goldfinch 8/24/2013
33. The Goodtime Girl 8/27/2013
34. The Gypsy Girl 8/12/2013
35. The Living Dead 8/24/2013
36. The Mistress of Lies and Stealth 9/1/2013
37. The Open Road 8/12/2013
38. The Setting Sun 8/24/2013
39. Thief in the Night 8/25/2013
40. Tobacco Blues 8/25/2013

The Goldfinch

I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try,
To imagine the world, from a birds eye.
All through the day, up on the wing,
Oh, what joy, to hear her sing.

On wet summer days, you’ll hear me sigh,
Where is my friend, from way on high?
They sing only for the sun, so I am told,
These little wonders, in gleaming gold.

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