John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,584 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

161. A Voyage To Cyprus 2/21/2013
162. Lethe (A Sonnet) 11/6/2013
163. The Grave Of Charles Baudelaire 2/19/2015
164. Andalusia 5/16/2015
165. Alchemy 2/14/2013
166. Women 2/13/2014
167. The Muse 2/15/2014
168. Purgatory 5/26/2014
169. To You, My Love 12/14/2015
170. To My Future Bride 6/9/2014
171. I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon... 12/9/2013
172. A Lady Fair 5/11/2014
173. The Rose Garden 1/22/2015
174. Love 3/13/2014
175. Our Love 7/31/2013
176. An Angel's Song 1/17/2015
177. Ladies And Men 1/30/2014
178. A Gypsy's Life 2/8/2013
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A Gypsy's Life

A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale;
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew,
And I dream of fair love, beneath a radiant sky of blue.

I carry within my satchel a book of romantic rhyme;
I wield it when I may, and write as I did of old: -
Of a sable-haired girl, whose gaze is of a raven-gold.
Her dress is white and long, and her hair is of an elysian clime.

I am struck by visions beside the lane,
On starry October nights, laved by the autumn rain,
And I sleep beneath the myrtles, musing ...

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A Gypsy's Life

A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale;
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew,
And I dream of fair love, beneath a radiant sky of blue.

I carry within my satchel a book of romantic rhyme;
I wield it when I may, and write as I did of old: -
Of a sable-haired girl, whose gaze is of a raven-gold.
Her dress is white and long, and her hair is of an elysian clime.

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