Andrew David Dalby
Andrew David Dalby Poems
|41.||Twilight Is Now Softly Slow Breathing||5/4/2013|
|44.||The Green Man||8/24/2013|
|45.||Triolet: From The Park||8/28/2013|
|47.||The Man Who Strolled Into The Sea.||9/11/2013|
|48.||Hints And Images||5/4/2013|
|49.||Hints Of Images||4/29/2013|
|50.||She Moves In Rain-Dances.||4/29/2013|
|51.||And On The Offing||1/12/2014|
|52.||You Are My Appetence||1/12/2014|
|53.||Our Lives Are Cordiform||1/12/2014|
|55.||For Twilight Is Softly Slow Breathing||2/1/2014|
|56.||Bingo And Beer||3/22/2014|
|58.||Ode To Bo||9/1/2014|
|60.||Her Delicate Kiss||3/21/2013|
|61.||The Moon Is On The Rise||4/24/2013|
|63.||Her Eyes Reflect Such Subtle Beauty||8/19/2013|
|64.||The Vamps Song||3/21/2013|
|66.||The Eye Of Zeus||3/21/2013|
|67.||Carpe Viam Carpe Diem||3/21/2013|
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The heavy scent of pine, oak, birch and hyssop,
Spins like secret sacred garlands within the breeze;
It twists high and then low, among the boughs of trees
that stand on the damp and musky eternal bridal road,
That leads to the town of Cassis under a celeste sky.
Its here: with a new pondering of delicate deliberation,
I see her deftly pad through twilight s last embrace.
Her feet -penetrating- the rich, dark, deep-damp soil,
That is full of the heavy scent of a rising re-birth;
where even time is held in her shy and rising ...
All Women Are Her
The cruelty of men placed her within a barbed wire cage
But oh how strong she stood, so bold and so very brave
For she guards her spirit from the black hooked talon's,
And a dark murder that longs to scythe the night apart.
The men bitterly mocked her, as they cruelly fought her,
They placed a gnarled rope around her proud noble neck,
And she took what they gave her, and faced her monster,
As the cruel brothers she knew just stole her spirit away.