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the look of you in my David Bowie t-shirt

i swore to myself
when i saw who she became
that i would never want a domestic life,
i would never settle down.
but the simple act,
of holding you,
listening to the sounds of your sleeping
as you lay in my purple David Bowie t-shirt
two sizes too big,
i think i changed my mind.
i want a life with you.
i don't care if

Categories: david bowie, first love, i love
Form: Free verse

Goodbye Spaceboy - For David Bowie

you went supernova
with oddly
an oddity about space
that tied in with the moon landing
and your course was set.

you questioned the existence 
of life on Mars
created a persona, and wife
the Stardusts 
sung of the prettiest one.

loved the alien
illogically were afraid of Americans
got high
got low
crashed the same car many times.

ultimately not the chaos
but the cancer
the chameleon called
the changeling

Categories: david bowie, death, devotion,
Form: Free verse

Camouflaged

I am the master of bedevil, the salt upon the meat
I am the cognitive in the incognito who can convincingly repeat
Each mood, each move, each song to be replete
With authenticity, synchronicity, electricity and beat
I am the master of presentation with the prowess of display
I am the rendition in the music, the soul, the core to

Categories: david bowie, character, dance, inspiration, music,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Tribute To David Bowie

David Bowie hears his own music, so he designs his own clothes.
An artist, they say in awe, giving him a wide berth.
He cannot be duplicated, but can any of us? I stare at his beauty.
Sure he is handsome, but something more.

There is a magnificence about him that is not easy to see.
He sparkles like his

Categories: david bowie, music,
Form: Verse

The Thin White Duke An Ode To David Bowie

And you think you are fine 
Till they say they want more
And you know you’re not quite right 
You want to be sure
Who would have thought 
Your world would end
As you unwind the string
You don’t want to pretend
I can’t be who you want me to be
My feet are bound to the floor
You leave me twisting

Categories: david bowie, addiction, anxiety, conflict, identity,
Form: Lyric

Thank You David Bowie

Suffering always clogged my heart
Grim visaged was my soul
Eyes dim, shoulders a heavy laden cart
Never a day rose, that I felt whole
Til an image too close, slashed me awake
I braved the plunge, put this rot on paper
Felt change trickle, not just therapy fake
Now, I gather up my words
Not worrying  of form or labour
And let

Categories: david bowie, appreciation, pain,
Form: Rhyme

David Bowie

I wish you peace starry child

As you face the final cut

Resonating Black Star dust

Strumming on gods guitar

In touching distance of the gates

We're the light your soul awaits

Rest in peace

Never forgotten

Because i know you blew our mind's

And left us in uncertain times

Categories: david bowie, angel,
Form: Free verse

A Different Eye, When I Think of David Bowie

A DIFFERENT EYE 
(When I Think of David Bowie)

When I think of David Bowie, 
every song he sung was showy.
He was sinewy, not doughy, 
cause the white stuff was so blowy.  

Yet his music was amazing, 
and the concepts were so blazing.
He could sing and act while crazing,
in the phantom vision's mazing.  

Bowie,

Categories: david bowie, art, celebrity, death, dedication,
Form: Elegy

David Bowie

Dreary death comes with fatal style,
A glimpse forlorn as light goes out;
View confronts sum in weary smile,
Imprint now torn with scream and shout;
Dust to dust then moans passage home.
Boost message clear but not of fear,
Orphaned just when old soul once roamed;
Wrong or right here yet cling to cheer,
Instruct grim times upon the way;
Exhume vain pains

Categories: david bowie, death,
Form: Sonnet

David Bowie

This idol, this man holds a place in my heart. 

He speaks of Ziggy Star Dust and Major Tom, so I don't know were to start. 

He played as a king of a goblin land. 

Watching and listening to him makes me crumble like sand. 

David Bowie s melodies and performances are genuinely an art.

Categories: david bowie, happiness, how i feel,
Form: Limerick