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Poetry	Resting In Peace By Chris Dawber.1947 - 2009	2009/02/18
Poetry	Questions By Chris Dawber.	2009/02/09
Poetry	Not One Of Us? By Chris Dawber.	2009/02/07
Poetry	Stained Image By Chris Dawber.	2008/12/28
Poetry	Judges Solution By Chris Dawber.	2008/11/12
Poetry	Here For A Purpose? By Chris Dawber.	2008/10/15
Poetry	The Boxer By Chris Dawber.	2008/10/08

Poetry - Resting In Peace By Chris Dawber 1947 - 2009

I lay here, beneath the soft, waved, silken soil, Alive seeing nothing, now dead, seeing all. I see air, it's blue, it really is, Why now, for the first time, do I see this? Contrasting, kaleidoscopic scene, Only now, that I've gone, knowing where I've been. Compacted mud and wood can't hide, The wonders I've perceived, since I've died. Read more...

Poetry - Questions By Chris Dawber

Who is the mother of the sun? Who is the father of the tide? Why must we promenade, walk, not run? And where do redundant Saturday's hide? Simple questions. Answer them. Are we who, what where or when? Read more...

Poetry - Not One Of Us? By Chris Dawber

He tramps the streets of shadowed life, The wrong side of the two edged knife. No miscreant he, not understood, No misericorde*, to kiss his blood. We think we know him, but know him nought, For can we know the man's distraught. Past the local, lively chat, Read more...

Poetry - Stained Image By Chris Dawber

Pretty her, pity her, poor girl, Product of playful mankind, Wanton, wanting, needing, bleeding, A virginal slut, maligned, Who's the instigator? Is there a God? If there is, is he doing his job?    Read more...

Poetry - Judges Solution By Chris Dawber

Judge and Clerk in chambers, Before the mornings court, Behind every crime an addict, Increases heroin bought. Each addict becomes a pusher, Who then makes a hundred more. The law is losing hands down,    Read more...

Poetry - Here For A Purpose? By Chris Dawber

I'm the Unknown Warrior, A man, with dubious fame. I lie here, as a symbol, But no-one knows my name. But remember, I was a person, I lived, I breathed, I swore, A typical, frightened Tommie, One more victim of your war.    Read more...