Roy Davenport Poems

Late upon one stormy night when no heavenly stars could be seen,
A lonely rider on a broken mare crossed over a border stream.
His back was bowed, and fatigue it showed, on every part of his frame.
But he struggled fast, through a howling blast, not even God could tame.
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“You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb.
You fought all the way Johnny Reb.”

The music faded as the last notes floated across the room.
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The Little Man Who Wasn’t There

Last night before I went to sleep
I heard a noise, a creepy squeak.
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Most of the Time
Most of the time I'm in such a rush that I barely have time to think
about the important things that fill my life but then are gone in a blink.
Most of the time I rush through meals barely speaking to those I love.
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D-Day
On the 6th of June Nineteen forty four
A mighty force gathered on distant shore
Six thousand ships filled with brave men
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When A Ghoul Comes Knocking!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I staggered, weak and weary,
To my door, someone was knocking, made my throbbing head start rocking.
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He sat, pensive, pen in hand,
in his own private world where words ruled.
Writing was where he went
to escape the realities around him
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I met Eddie on a cold, wet December morning in 2005.
He was sitting on a bench in a public park feeding the birds.
Lying beside him was an old beat-up Gibson guitar.
It was hard to tell who looked more worn, Eddie or the guitar.
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The old house sat at the top of a hill
Alone and forgotten, quiet and still.
No one had lived in the place for years
Where joy once thrived, now only lived fear.
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