chris dawson Poems

Cardinal Sin had begun to begin
To begin to be gone from his path
All this began when a certain young man
Gave good cause to encounter his wrath
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Tock tock,
broken clock,
hanging the wall…
don’t know why he leaves you there,
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Winding wound a windmill Blue
Dancing like we used to do
skylark breeze and Jasmine air
loving grass on feet kicked Bare
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On your knees before me

Head bowed, filled with shame
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Down in a wood
A very small wood
At the bottom of a hill
Where three fields meet
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Waves of warmth and light
rolled through the tall windows,
broken only by the breeze swayed Lime that
stood guard outside her apartment.
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There stands defiant before you
the cold stone castle keep.
The moss and lichen drying
the bitter tears it weeps.
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Why the long face Daddy?

'The bin men came today…
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She held her by her slender hips,

as bodies brushed them by,
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The flames licked round the twisted kite

and there stood Bingo Mearman,
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