Greg Davidson

Freshman - 922 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. The Face In The Mirror 9/4/2015
21. Spectacles 3/6/2016
22. A Morning With My Muse 7/15/2016
23. Epigram 5 9/1/2016
24. Memories Of Bundanoon: The Closing March 11/13/2016
25. Memories Of Bundanoon: The Farmer's Carry 11/13/2016
26. Epigram 7 3/11/2017
27. The Jub Jub Bird 4/24/2017
28. Shout For The Boys In Sky Blue 5/18/2017
29. # A Reminiscence Of The Portrush Lifeboat Disaster [1889] 5/20/2012
30. Fruit Of Love 12/3/2011
31. An Introspection 1/2/2012
32. Going North 3/9/2012
33. A Short Verse 11/27/2011
34. In Lavender And Green 10/13/2011
35. A Collection Of Haiku - Spring 8/5/2012
36. A Word In Season 8/30/2013
37. There Is A Rain That Falls 3/9/2013
38. Its Six A.M. 9/2/2016
39. Epigram 6 9/5/2016
40. Observations From The Café By The Roundabout 6/2/2016
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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Mountain Meditation

Wisps of cotton clouds drift across a pale blue sky
And send a fleeting shadow to the mat of rolling green beneath.
We sit alone, my God and I,
The silence bringing soul relief.

Blue hills, at horizon’s edge like billows free,
Frozen for an instant to catch the early morning light
We sit in quiet, my God and me,
As I ponder His eternal might.

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