Greg Davidson

Rookie - 78 Points (1954 / Sydney, Australia)

Greg Davidson Poems

1. Mynah Birds And Passing Memories 10/26/2012
2. Black Dog 5/9/2012
3. First Steps 6/1/2012
4. Empty Rooms 8/28/2012
5. Medicine Is The Best Medicine 12/19/2011
6. Conversation Blues 6/13/2012
7. Words Are For Reading 1/2/2013
8. Fill Me 1/2/2012
9. Mourning, Forbidding A Valediction 12/3/2011
10. There Is A Rain That Falls - Performance For 3 Voices 3/9/2013
11. A Collection Of Haiku - Winter 9/2/2012
12. Mountain Meditation 11/28/2011
13. A Short Verse 11/27/2011
14. In Lavender And Green 10/13/2011
15. An Introspection 1/2/2012
16. Going North 3/9/2012
17. A Collection Of Haiku - Spring 8/5/2012
18. A Word In Season 8/30/2013
19. Visiting Hours 4/20/2014
20. There Is A Rain That Falls 3/9/2013
21. Fruit Of Love 12/3/2011
22. # A Reminiscence Of The Portrush Lifeboat Disaster [1889] 5/20/2012
23. A Collection Of Haiku - Autumn 9/30/2012
24. A Collection Of Haiku - Summer 11/26/2012
25. Epigram 2 4/16/2013
26. Poem: In 140 Characters 2/23/2014
27. Epigram 1 2/1/2013
28. There Is A Rain That Falls - Postscript For A 4th Voice 4/4/2013
29. Epigram 3 4/16/2013
30. Epigram 4 6/7/2013
31. Yet Words Should Wane 12/3/2011
32. The Edge Of Dreaming 11/25/2011
33. Upon A Dismal Day 12/7/2010
34. Triplets On Hearing A Persian Poem 10/13/2011
35. The Exam 3/9/2012
36. Looking For A Plan 1/14/2012
37. I Strive 12/20/2011
38. When Its Over 12/28/2011
39. To Go Again, With Him 1/2/2012
40. The Storm Comes 7/25/2014
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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After The Fireworks

I am waiting at the station,
I don’t want to wait no more,
And I’m standing in the darkness
With, it seems, three thousand more.

We have seen the New Year’s fireworks,
Jewels exploding in the night.
We were filled with awe and wonder
At the splendor of the sight.

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