David SmithWhite

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David SmithWhite Poems

121. Life, Etc. 8/28/2005
122. Hubris 3/16/2008
123. Guantanamo 10/11/2005
124. George's Golden Sword 9/13/2005
125. 'Fergie' 8/31/2005
126. Fame 9/2/2005
127. Do I Still Call Australia, H...? 9/21/2005
128. Cybertime 8/28/2005
129. Chants In A Million 9/23/2005
130. Cat 8/30/2005
131. Bushtalk 5/17/2006
132. Boxing Shadows 3/10/2009
133. Blotworld 9/3/2005
134. Bloody Bill 8/28/2005
135. Blind Luck 11/1/2005
136. Black Dog 9/5/2005
137. Ax Of Creation 11/5/2005
138. Anon. By Me 11/6/2005
139. An Alternate Battle Hymn 4/10/2008
140. A Songwriter's Spiel 9/3/2005
141. A Song Of Hope 1/21/2006
142. A Sea Shanty 2/26/2009
143. A Rapt Rap (Wrapped) 9/8/2005
144. A Major Modern Miracle 8/30/2005
145. A Letter To Hilary 12/20/2005
Best Poem of David SmithWhite


In my own remembering,
I can see so many things.
Days of bliss were much too brief.
Longer nights of pain and grief.
In my own remembering,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, can never be,
mere fact or history.
Memory, is more complex;
of mute agenda and subtext.
Memory, will flow and ebb,
according to one's mental web.
Memory, a visceral mix,
of deja vu and subtle tricks.

In my own remembering,
thwarted dreams will all take wing.
Flights of fancy, foolish lies,
float in ether's cloudless skies.
In my own imagining,
I begin ...

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Song: High Fidelity

When there's no-one left to care. I'll be there.
Or they say you've got no prayer. I'll be there.

When a moment freely shared, is as precious and as rare,
as the diamonds in your eyes, and the highlights in your hair.
And time itself's impaired, with seconds running scared,
with minutes gone into hiding like hibernating bears.
And none of us are spared, to lull the crawling dread;
with emotions not easily aired, but locked inside the head.

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