Poetry Blog by Christopher Dawson
on She loves me not... (Sun, 23 Mar 2014 11:33 am)
Stood tall and strong and proud they had
been with him though each year
become akin to family,
through plough and drill and shear
sheltered and protected him
held off weather's assails
comforted him at times of rest
guided his hard travails
As friends, they kept their counsel closed
whilst provoking contemplation
they stripped him as they too laid bare
Monday 22nd September 2014 2:37 pm
As I stood there ’twixt tree and stream
I saw afar a distant dream
and in its hazy shadow's wake
appeared a cleft, such fractured break
that shook from root to very core
as through the tear, the port, the door
stabbed fearsome vision no return
with eyes to freeze and breath to burn
it lunged and launched a shattered thought
and from the dust a hand it wrought
so took ...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 4:14 pm
In they fly then out again
and annoy me in between
they buzz around haphazardly
what does it really mean?
Where do they go, what do they seek
is there really any clue?
I've no idea what flies are for,
No, no idea, have you?
From C to A (backwards)
Sunday 1st June 2014 1:53 pm
Look not beyond the greys of poses and frozen moments
nor beyond the illiterate pleas of soiled men
scribbled lines a gift of comfort
scan merely to acknowledge an existence
a time of once and then
of past and gone
delve not into sacrifice and duty
of loyalty and trust
seek not to understand belonging and cause
avoid perception of a society long diminished
Sunday 1st June 2014 1:23 pm
Tuesday 8th April 2014 1:08 pm
She loves me not she tries to say
in her gentle, unconvincing way,
with eyes that warm
and lips that glide
her heart and mine collude, confide.
She does not care, but care she must,
I know she lies, herself I trust,
but what of me, what thoughts are held
when reticent, restrained, compelled?
Does she feel that which I feel too,
no choices now but to pursue
Tuesday 18th March 2014 2:08 pm
Come to me my lover,
come to me with blind eyes,
with helpless cause and hopeful mind...
bring to me your all, that which has never be known to another.
Kneel your world, your everything before me,
lay before me as you lay yourself bare.
Though all my bidding is forbidden.
Though your calling must be silent,
hidden from any save our entwined souls.
A heady brew, that tas...
Wednesday 12th February 2014 11:39 am
Lay bare foot crisp on roasted stems
of wild grasses, dust trod blades
once herald of lush pasture soon
now fallen heroes of the storm.
Strewn before each stride performed
not noted save the random bur
or hidden needle of the pine
bows lying over path by path.
Inviting all to gates below
where creaks have lived these forty years
escaping every visit's turn
Tuesday 28th January 2014 9:24 pm
Could you hurt me, yes you could
though would you hurt me, no
but what if hurt it came about
and you weren't there to know
What if it struck and cut me down
or slowly crept upon
me like a fog, a rolling mist
with you unseen and gone
where would I turn that pain to bare
with no one to placate
around in circles once again
myself alone to hate.
Tuesday 28th January 2014 12:23 am
under your dark cloud where cold rain propagated the poetic sense,
identifier of the dirty Jew.
That inward mind,
so conscious of body, mind full of dress,
were you coherent to all but yourself, on days
and constantly reversible on others.
Did you fuck and suck and lick your way around your set
midst daubs of paint and flowery words
that patted one back after a...
Sunday 19th January 2014 5:06 pm
Hey sullen girl with innocence and intrigue so combined
who's apprehensive reticence leaves desire so confined
when will you make that daring move
when will you make that stand
do you need a gentle push
or should I take you hand
are you to be just whisked away, transported to that place
where morning, noon and during night those wants you've had to face
deep feelings stirre...
Friday 17th January 2014 11:07 am
Her legs were shadowed by those of the stool
which propped her askew the bar,
knees pointing out each man that entered the gloom.
Slim, delicate, instinctive fingers wrapped the stem of an invitingly empty glass,
face lowered, eyes raised,
a skirt, with business-like immodesty held her thighs,
jacket separating her, part androgynous, part very much the woman of the room
Thursday 16th January 2014 12:09 am
And so the will, my bloody will
turns drip, turns run, turns flow
and from my core to heights I soar
erupting deep below
be overwhelmed, be lost beware
be careful but be you
for all I give you truly want
I know, you know, I knew
so lay you back, so cast aside
each shackle, tie and lead
and liberate all held within
the truth can then be freed
invite, embrace, rec...
Friday 10th January 2014 10:13 pm
Such tenderness contained within
her dusky, taught and youthful skin
that sets my dancing eyes alight
and sources man's most base delight.
Amidst temptation's lame restraint
lurks deep the urge to mark and taint
an innocence so surely flawed
as desired as it's adored.
What is a reasoned mind to do
resist the will or just pursue
to claim the offered chastity
Friday 10th January 2014 9:24 pm
You want my love
..and I you
what will it be we need to do
to share a touch, a slow embrace
to read the other lover's face?
So many reasons, intertwined
my only wish that you should find
the lightest feeling, ache of need
to make a union succeed
in placing deep within that part
that reaches further to your heart
Friday 10th January 2014 8:55 pm