Greg Davidson

Rookie - 113 Points (1954 / Sydney, Australia)

Greg Davidson Poems

1. Upon A Dismal Day 12/7/2010
2. Triplets On Hearing A Persian Poem 10/13/2011
3. The Edge Of Dreaming 11/25/2011
4. I Strive 12/20/2011
5. When Its Over 12/28/2011
6. To Go Again, With Him 1/2/2012
7. Yet Words Should Wane 12/3/2011
8. Looking For A Plan 1/14/2012
9. The Exam 3/9/2012
10. A Collection Of Haiku - Autumn 9/30/2012
11. A Collection Of Haiku - Summer 11/26/2012
12. Epigram 1 2/1/2013
13. There Is A Rain That Falls - Postscript For A 4th Voice 4/4/2013
14. Epigram 3 4/16/2013
15. Epigram 4 6/7/2013
16. The Storm Comes 7/25/2014
17. Refugees 10/24/2014
18. After The Fireworks 3/21/2015
19. Epigram 2 4/16/2013
20. Poem: In 140 Characters 2/23/2014
21. # A Reminiscence Of The Portrush Lifeboat Disaster [1889] 5/20/2012
22. Fruit Of Love 12/3/2011
23. An Introspection 1/2/2012
24. Going North 3/9/2012
25. A Short Verse 11/27/2011
26. In Lavender And Green 10/13/2011
27. A Collection Of Haiku - Spring 8/5/2012
28. A Word In Season 8/30/2013
29. There Is A Rain That Falls 3/9/2013
30. Visiting Hours 4/20/2014
31. Mountain Meditation 11/28/2011
32. There Is A Rain That Falls - Performance For 3 Voices 3/9/2013
33. A Collection Of Haiku - Winter 9/2/2012
34. The Ancient Man – Part I 5/10/2015
35. Mourning, Forbidding A Valediction 12/3/2011
36. Fill Me 1/2/2012
37. Conversation Blues 6/13/2012
38. Words Are For Reading 1/2/2013
39. Medicine Is The Best Medicine 12/19/2011
40. Empty Rooms 8/28/2012
Best Poem of Greg Davidson

Mynah Birds And Passing Memories

- Thoughts of a dementia patient

Faces and memories,
Lost in time and space,
Like birds, flit by then flee.
Dark wings I see,
Bright eyes and smiles.
Upon my window sill they stay.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll remember yesterday.

Tied in time and space,
Locked room, bound to a chair.
Denied my explorations.
Disconnected decorations
The photographs,
Nameless portraits in a strange array.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll remember yesterday.

The meal bringer comes.
Food and basined water,
And sheets to make a bed.
The birds have fled.
She ...

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Upon A Dismal Day

My love is as the greying winter skies,
That clouds my eyes,
To all but she who stands before me now.

With cries,
And sighs from deep within,
I despise the time when I must leave you.

Alas, again, adieu.

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