Anthony Dawson

Rookie (01/08/1970 / Camperdown, Sydney)

Anthony Dawson Poems

1. I'M A Liar 4/30/2005
2. Soldiers 4/29/2005
3. Infancy 4/29/2005
4. Ripened Mystery 6/2/2005
5. Hello Modern World 6/2/2005
6. Stowaways 5/9/2005
7. Artifacts And Satellites 5/9/2005
8. Tabloid 6/2/2005
9. To Become Mirrors 5/3/2005
10. The Pull Of The Tide 5/8/2005
11. Impending Autumn 5/8/2005
12. Water 5/4/2005
13. Shells 5/4/2005
14. Bohemians Never Snarl 5/7/2005
15. When Time Carves The Deepest Lines 5/7/2005
16. The Peach Face In The Clouds From The West 4/30/2005
17. Broken Backs 4/30/2005
18. Buddha Sits 4/30/2005
19. The Blood Of Doubt 5/3/2005
20. Hole In The Sky 5/9/2005
21. Wave Hopper 5/4/2005
22. The Child Inside Looks To The Sky 5/14/2005
23. Vision And Words 5/14/2005
24. Celebration 5/14/2005
25. Skin 5/8/2005
26. Vow 7/2/2006
27. Phone Booth 5/4/2005
28. At Least Tommorrow 5/3/2005
29. Fortunes 5/9/2005
30. Death, Life And Wine 4/29/2005
31. Remnants 5/8/2005
32. The Quarry 6/2/2005
33. Offerings 4/30/2005
34. Counting Stars 6/2/2005
35. Yelling 5/14/2005
36. Noises In The Night 4/29/2005
37. Rain Dance 4/30/2005
38. Factory Work 4/29/2005
39. Shanty Town 5/3/2005
40. Scantily Clad Women 5/14/2005

Comments about Anthony Dawson

  • Anton K Anton K (11/9/2015 10:32:00 AM)

    Don't listen to Ashley Olson - you are a very fine poet.

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  • Ashley Olson (4/29/2005 12:11:00 PM)

    Your poem Early Morning was interesting. It took me a couple of times to read it to understand it. However your type of writing style is just not my type. In my eyes your poem was alright.

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Best Poem of Anthony Dawson

Early Morning

Early morning changes my colour,
Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep
I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a
Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the
Lacquered afternoon
So easy for her
Does she know of her boyfriends addiction?

The sea has tempted me from Europe
I can't abide by words; they are forever changing,
Working towards a plot for some insane script.

The funeral of a small town
Don't send flowers
Donate them to guilt
Innocence once held power
Now, not even a memory can realise the coup.

Her eyes ...

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Ripened Mystery

My mystery is ripe
Luscious, sweet, unforgettable taste
Wailing walls
Pyramids, Stonehenge and Easter Island
Never eaten or opened
A form on the tree
The physical for all to see

My mystery is locked
Not to be revealed
So nourished it will not be released

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