my romany' poems

Some new poems at bottom of page!!

updated!

Dell mandy!!

by Gypsy Leeboy '

Dell me a jukle or a canny or gry
And you keep your cars that pollute the old sky

Dell me a varda on a cushty clean puv
And you keep your houses on the concrete you love

Dell me a veshny and cushty old ruk
And you keep your TV with all its old muck

Dell me the old ways of foky jelled by
And you keep your new ways that just pass your eyes

Dell me the hobbin that’s kerred on the yog
And you keep your burgers that taste like a dog

Dell me the company of folky I com
And you keep your fighting and friends you’ll have none!!

Copywright ©2007' Leeboy' Boshomengra...

mandys' purry di pogering the gry! ''my dad braking a horse

poems are a just a short cut to some ones life and thoughts!...Gypsy Leeboy.

Sailor!!

praster praster cushty juk

i need a nice young hare to cook'

i know that you wont let me down

cos your the best dog on the ground'

blue and fly' spring and gyp'

were cushty dogs for men to slip'

but never in my days have seen'

a dog as good as sailor's been'

twist and turn up and down

he ran them hare's into the ground'

from far and wide men came to see

this dog named sailor' famed was he.

from north and south he ran the rest'

and always left them second best'

people looked and stood in awe

this dog was better than master mcgraw

but sailor was not there for show

he helped my uncle feed his home'

he loved this dog with all his heart

from sailor he would never part'

but in the end old sailor past'

the good old days are gone so fast'

and never in all my days will see

a dog like sailor great was he..

Copywrite LeeWinter 2007

on the drom'

A nice cup of tea!

Sit your self down' there's room on the ground'

the pots on the fire' the flames growing higher.

lets talk about birds or Romany words'

or whatever it be' whilst drinking our tea?

the horses are pestered by hovering flies

that bite at there backs and over there eyes'

a swish off the tall helps keep them at bay

but we are alright' the smoke keeps them away'

I lean on the side of our old TK truck'

with lovely oak capes and a horse shoe for luck'

my mams in the trailer cleanin' for sure'

wiping the windows and scrubbing the floor'

there's more of us now'' all having a chat'

the Boswells the Lee's and Winter's at that'

we have a good laugh and on one thing agree''

you can't beat a fire and a nice cup of tea!

Copyright' Lee Winter 2008.

Some poems that ive written in the Romany language'

A DIVIS BUTSY!!

atachapen col'a rat romany chal ..

achet in the vesh with covers to kell.

.

coshin the yog povin the gri,

kellin the hobin with mass for a fri'

..

with yoras, and bola'mass, mora and kill

mutamengra with gudla is cushter still

..

thers dostas of butsy for this rumny chall

i'll tuv me vasts and cumly me bal

..

now mandy dik's cushty' ill jas with me juk

to muller a shushy or churkla to pluk

..

i'll wittle a baskit with churry in vast

the raklys will kin em' me fine purry las

.

i'll jell to da kichima volin aki

and rokker to folky of the divis jelled by

.

then jell to me woodres ta sooty away

then up in the soler a new butsy day'

(C) Leeboy ' Boshamengra'

Oke Romano Chiriklo Dikasa E Kalen"
"Behold A Wagtail...And You Shall See The Gypsies"

the Romany motto'

my two best friends

The dinlers ker!!

del the wooder of duver ker'

and pucker the mush that jells in there

your kelling butsy down the drom'

you'll keir it latcha and cushty done'

then jell the kista to the tan

and rokker your a council man

he'll dik the dud upon the roof

and that will be the dinlers proof

dig it up and besh it down

kell the cuvver on the ground'

mong a tuvler of the mush

and that will keir the dui of us

kekker dik iv pogerd it up

the gerras horner and jelling unstuck

dordy dordy here's a do?

suv the mush he's not a clue.

right now sir your job is done,

dont drive on it until were gone'

it needs some time to settle in!...

i'm glad the dingler keker jins

so that was cushty a job well done'

its time to find another one'

and del the wooder of duver ker

and dik if there's a dingler their...

Copywrite Lee Winter 2007

In my poems i use a mixture of both romany and english words.

Rumness or Romany ' is the language of the Romany Gypsy people'

and the rummness that i use in my poems has been past down

in my family for many generations. ''

unfortunately' with each of the old generation that passes away from us'

thers less of the young Gypsys that either dont want to learn or just dont know how to speak the romany language'

this is very sad and why i use romany words in my poems' and i hope both Gypsys'

or none Gypsys might enjoy the poems and some of the old words..

i hear some people say that the way of the Romany people is comming to a end?'

i dont think it is' and for the first time in a very long time'

the future is just starting to look bright for the Gypsys? ..

we still have a lot of roads to travell and many people to meet on the way

befor any one can say its all over for the Romanychall'

may the road never end..

Gypsy Leeboy..

The Romany flag

it dont cost much to be happy! just the price of a pint!.( rumnychall )