Andrew David Dalby
I am a happily married 46 year old father of four: the son of a father who is a retired police officer and a mother who worked as a shop manager. I grew up in a very politically active household, where the ideals of socialism were passionately discussed; this has effected my view of the world considerably, and does have an impact upon my work.
I began writing poetry in my early twenties, ... more »
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Andrew David Dalby Poems
The Vamps song
The Vamp's song. Darling, let's detonate and render obsolete this day; To bring about the triumphant mistress of the night.
The Deer I The heavy scent of pine, oak, birch and hyssop, Spins like secret sacred garlands within the breeze;
i I stand by the cold stone cross, to then breathe in in the view; While my mind slowly wander's,
This season is full of secret hints: of mustard spiced tints, Which wrestle between the steps of rusted slow-dancing. It is a secret, sacred space, where the night fingers of crows, Stretch out in slowly expanding, ever circling swirling curls;
In the white of the winter sun Her pure feather's deftly shine; And like finely sharpened knives They weave and carve the sky divine.
carpe viam carpe diem
Come on! seize that hard fought road! That steady stained and chiselled path, Scratched out from our chalk filled thoughts Which touches on our naked dreams.
I sense her as she gently slips between the sheets; While I slide along those sacred lines of near sleep, To then rest within twilight's gossamer tainted dream. And here I smile, for in her arms, I am so self-defined,
To see her fly
I would give my all to see her fly. Her beautiful, unhindered spirit; is fueled with longing dreams. of total free, unfettered flight;
Alight here, sweet neophyte, and lay my heady heart to rest! For though it is hard to hear, the patter of your tenderness;
I stand here and go no further
'rise like lions after slumber In unvanquished number- Shake your chains to earth like dew for ye are many and they are few' P. B Shelley
i I met the fair-voiced Calliope whilst waiting For a bus: - " You must go to Clapham! "
All women are her
The cruelty of men placed her within a barbed wire cage But oh how strong she stood, so bold and so very brave For she guards her spirit from the black hooked talon's, And a dark murder that longs to scythe the night apart.
Sitting on my fathers shoulders
Sitting on my father's shoulders; Smiling oh so secretly, Watching leaves curl up the roadside, feeling the soothing southern breeze.
I love the near silent sound of rain; Its delicate intricacy overwhelms. Yet it never tickles, as it trickles, Forever failing to touch my -near parted- lips,
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The Vamps song
The Vamp's song.
Darling, let's detonate and render obsolete this day;
To bring about the triumphant mistress of the night.
So we can walk upon the hiss shingle of twilight's bay;
And bathe in glory amongst the starry skies so bright.
To then allow our brush and bosom a chance to play;
And give our heightened senses pleasure and delight.
My dear, resonate an echo my pure heartfelt delight;
To burn off the torrent shadows of this too bitter day.
Come into me, with relish sweaty joy, and fervent play;
And let's live in the joy of the darkness of a new ...