Best Dawson Poems

No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.

Seconds...

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Does he know he lives forever in my dreams?
In every vision I create…I see his eyes of bluish green
Does he know he walks along my...

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It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it

It is a sin
for miss Zane to...

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Wind whipped his face, the dogs, they ran
Across bleak-white ice and snow,
Paid in cash by Rand McCorchoran
To Dawson, he would go.
Delivering mail, medicine, and booze
To...

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It all started in kindergarten with cowboys on them
Next came Smokey and the Bandit's Trans Am
Collected a pair Doris Day once wore
Took a pair from...

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Yet never did he waver from the path he had chose
Lyla was his sun, his moon, and his desert rose
Not even the temptations he met...

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K'ómoks

Mountains like haystacks—
Pearly hills stretching over
A nestled city

J.R. Dawson aka 'Yiska' © 2014 ...

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Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
 
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final...

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PETER'S SON PETERSON                      ...

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Dawson Mystique sat on a spike on his seat,

he'd jump to leave
but wouldn't lose his seat,

if ever he could learn to take it on as...

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Well, 'e sidled up the sofa, and he snuggled up right close…
I said, “Now, watch it, Charlie, you’ll get ***-ash on me toast!”

'E said, “D’you...

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But on this night he saw so clearly before
His eyes would not leave the sight at the door
Graceful and gorgeous the girl who appeared
As a...

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I heard a voice across the road
A girl from class I hardly knew
Not just “Hello”
But “Hello Chris”
Two words where maybe
Just one would do

It was Joy...

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She left him there ruined, to drink and to brood
For three years thereafter he held the same mood
Trapped was the artist in a cubicle office...

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"If the drinks rob her balance from her beautiful feet
there my arms will be outstretched for her to meet
And each season we spend apart from...

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