Dreams of the Dead Bryan Davis Distressing come the dreams of dirt-bound souls The cantor’s call of dirges in the dust They come too late to mollify their woes That time neglected turned their gold to rust A man’s regret… Read More ›
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Some Poetry for a Sunday – Joseph’s Choice
Joseph’s Choice Bryan Davis A stone, O Joseph, cast a stone; Obey the law she must have known. A pregnant girl cannot deny Her pose of virtue shouts a lie. We stand beside you, stones in hand; Just say the… Read More ›
Guns and Hoses – A Fun Poem
Guns and Hoses Bryan Davis My father took my BB gun I really don’t know why I only used it as I should You know I’d never lie. I hit a can with one fine shot What could be wrong… Read More ›
Poetry Day – Dreams of the Dead
Dreams of the Dead Bryan Davis Distressing come the dreams of dirt-bound souls The cantor’s call of dirges in the dust They come too late to mollify their woes That time neglected turned their gold to rust A man’s regret… Read More ›