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Robert Dummett Poems
When Darkness Falls
The moon slides peeling the orange sun. Seaward seagulls sign a truce of silence, But cricket has not read the script And bowls a babble to bats leaving crease
No Love, No Light, No Logic
Sons of Earth, catastrophic times, Vicious and twisted like a tornado And blinded by some 'sacred book', Planning destruction of the infidel,
Asphalt smacked the plane hard at touchdown. Bins opened mouths and spat out bags While masks did a string dance in relief; Passengers inch the cabin to terminal –
Today With Thanks
Today with thanks you adorn this home, Rubbing voices to curl in shells of ears While hearts dance like electricity, Lighting the gates of heaven -
Cane cuts across a braid of bamboo, Blades unsheathe match no machete Threads of sweet sap strip naked, Tantalize taste buds in rainbow colours
To Daddy....In Loving Memory
Saw you struggle with the fading of the light - Saw you grasp the handle of this life; Heard you whisper words that wing in flight - Felt your prayers pierce all souls with strife.
Lord Of The Dance
A salmon sun slips shifting the setting, When like a light love sheds radiance On life’s dark days casting clouds to bay, And from a parched peak water falls white roaring
On the Rocks
Once entranced, mountains naked and stony Run for miles rolling in lanes Where clouds are hats on heads of peaks. Dry like an Arab state in Ramadan,
A Vision to Hold
Through a vapour of tears he fixed his Eyes on me and watered those desert years, Years that cloaked years in untold mystery, To prise my soul from the web of time;
In The Pocket of Poverty
Deep in the pocket of poverty Bitten in the dead night When eyes roll down their shutters And the moon dawns the beam of sun,
Lest We Forget
Ten years have etched the face of time - Since tears in sombre drops lament your sleep, And yet, we hold the deck stacked high To memory, mocking the faceless thief....
Dawn pierces the black armour with lances And primed grit forking lightning to split The crack of thunder - As wind steams and whistles like a kettle,
A Tide of Thought
Lost in an Internet of time - Drifting in a drivel of dreams, A tide of thought leaps up and breaks When sun sickles to sea, sending
What candle from what wax burns the wiry forest as bright as steel, slicing sluice gates to sea and firing with fever the soul?
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When Darkness Falls
The moon slides peeling the orange sun.
Seaward seagulls sign a truce of silence,
But cricket has not read the script
And bowls a babble to bats leaving crease
Running out for the night,
Frog, prince of the slime and puffed up like a
Pharisee notes the pitch, pulls no bull,
Hops and tosses a beamer in bass.
The beach buttons up its khaki suit
And sands the galvanize sea smooth,
Save for lover's slaps upon rocky heads;
The lighthouse stands as proud as a phallus-
To ships a friendly flasher,
To buoys a phosphorous professor,
A blast from a ...