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David Blair Poems
How wonderful she said You're 85. What a long life.
It was a beautiful sunrise. Even in the muddy trench
I write a poem in the hope that someone
My Helen of Troy
I loved a Helen of Troy. She left me for another.
3 Wee Dots
When we (we) write I tell my Mind 3 wee dots is not proper punctuation.
She Came Back To Me
She came back to me after 3 months with another. I saw the apprehension in her face... would I throw her out?
In Hell's First Circle House
Don't look afraid or self-conscious... you lost. Make the best
An Older Cat
My sister has the kitten... so energetic and mischievous.
Does The Sun Care?
Does the Sun care If we are Scottish or English or Welsh
If with my last breath I can thank whatever Deity
You reach an age (old) when you're in a waiting room. Don't confuse this with a doctor's surgery
I have to go not to the shops like most other times.
A year or so after the Aliens landed
At The Styx
As I ran for the school bus something in
Comments about David Blair
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
What a long life.
I'm a survivor
and my body
aches a lot.
My mind only
and one thing
she should understand.
Being a survivor
I had to see
vanish around me.
Family and friends
to the great
I am still
an emotional price.