Greg Davidson

Rookie - 220 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. The Face In The Mirror 9/4/2015
22. Spectacles 3/6/2016
23. # A Reminiscence Of The Portrush Lifeboat Disaster [1889] 5/20/2012
24. Fruit Of Love 12/3/2011
25. An Introspection 1/2/2012
26. Going North 3/9/2012
27. A Short Verse 11/27/2011
28. In Lavender And Green 10/13/2011
29. A Collection Of Haiku - Spring 8/5/2012
30. A Word In Season 8/30/2013
31. There Is A Rain That Falls 3/9/2013
32. Visiting Hours 4/20/2014
33. Mountain Meditation 11/28/2011
34. There Is A Rain That Falls - Performance For 3 Voices 3/9/2013
35. A Collection Of Haiku - Winter 9/2/2012
36. The Ancient Man – Part I 5/10/2015
37. At The Close Of Day 8/6/2015
38. Mourning, Forbidding A Valediction 12/3/2011
39. Fill Me 1/2/2012
40. Conversation Blues 6/13/2012
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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