Greg Davidson

Rookie - 195 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. Poem: In 140 Characters 2/23/2014
21. The Face In The Mirror 9/4/2015
22. # A Reminiscence Of The Portrush Lifeboat Disaster [1889] 5/20/2012
23. Fruit Of Love 12/3/2011
24. An Introspection 1/2/2012
25. Going North 3/9/2012
26. A Short Verse 11/27/2011
27. In Lavender And Green 10/13/2011
28. A Collection Of Haiku - Spring 8/5/2012
29. A Word In Season 8/30/2013
30. There Is A Rain That Falls 3/9/2013
31. Visiting Hours 4/20/2014
32. Mountain Meditation 11/28/2011
33. There Is A Rain That Falls - Performance For 3 Voices 3/9/2013
34. A Collection Of Haiku - Winter 9/2/2012
35. The Ancient Man – Part I 5/10/2015
36. At The Close Of Day 8/6/2015
37. Mourning, Forbidding A Valediction 12/3/2011
38. Fill Me 1/2/2012
39. Conversation Blues 6/13/2012
40. Words Are For Reading 1/2/2013
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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