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David Ashley Poem
Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet adulation in perfumed repose,
Beauty distinct fragrant overpowers
Consuming the senses is manic throes.
Then it fruits, its summery shift
To languish berries bright bursting red
For us to pick as the seasonal gift
Before the tree starts to Autumnal shed.
Start again your sleep encrusted with snow
Until the awakening when winter goes.
Copyright © David Ashley | Year Posted 2025
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David Ashley Poem
Rhyming in iambic, counting fingers
Trying to make sense, syllables dropping,
Onto archaic form, often lingers,
Instead of language, clopping and popping,
Modern with its sublime spoken diction,
Filled with colloquial noises and slang.
A beautiful work of spoken fiction
Caroused in exuberance and shebang.
But shouldn’t I just, stay to the meter,
And in its essence, play along in truth,
Finding its Shakespearian bleak feature
With rhymes jutting, strutting quite proud and crude.
The Sonnet seems, quite complicated,
But could it be really overrated?
Copyright © David Ashley | Year Posted 2025
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David Ashley Poem
I'm not broken,
Just slightly used
A worn out bag
A man confused
I'm not broken
Not exactly crap
Just someone who worries
about being a sad chap
I'm not broken
You can see from my smile
Its not really a facade
Something I'm trying to style
I'm not broken
I'm functioning at best
No longer tied to other harms
Of which I can attest.
I'm not broken
I'm one of those buoyant folk
The ones who have a glassy grin
You wish would explode in smoke.
I'm not broken
I might say this often
To hope that you don't see me
and I'll be soon forgotten.
Copyright © David Ashley | Year Posted 2025
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David Ashley Poem
Flit and dance from flower to flower
Gossamer wings of printed art
Rapturous beauty overpowers
Instilling warmth in my beating heart.
Bold against the drab grey surround
You float unencumbered, light and free
A picture bursting with life expounds
If only you could be with me.
Save me from this boring day
Let me join on you on the wing,
To feel the freedom without dismay
Unshackled and absolved of sin.
Social butterfly, faerie infatuation deep
My heart and soul are yours to keep.
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David Ashley Poem
“Wherever I lay my hat”, he said
Inferring home was there.
A state of belonging bound in felt
Anchored in darkest millinery.
He had his hat; his hat was home.
The putrid hostel beds and often doorways
Always home to him,
Never mind the ice-cold fingers,
Ripping at his worn sleeping bag
Storm after storm assaulted the city.
He was warm within himself.
He had his hat; his hat was home.
A security blanket, nursing his psyche
Hiding him away from the hideous reality
Where the discarded homeless was a norm.
Society, uncaring, dismissed him with a glance,
Pouring hateful derision his way
He had his hat; his only home.
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David Ashley Poem
Jam First then cream,
Scone not scone
Fulfill that elusive dream.
“Its not ideal” I often scream
But its something that people often moan
Jam first then cream
And yet to the heaven as they careen
To hear the folk who often drone
Fulfill that elusive dream
How people with their teas preen
And how the others should atone
Jam first then cream.
Surrender your Englishness become clean
You’ll never feel again alone
Fulfill that elusive dream.
You are perfect do whatever you mean
Scone not scone
Fulfill that elusive dream
But please remember, Jam first then cream.
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David Ashley Poem
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry
Screeching against the day
Dooming us all to lay down and die.
We all uttered a final sigh
Nothing for us left to say
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry.
Trembling, our fates cast and chide
Unholy it takes us down one way
Dooming us all to lay down and die.
No longer any charades to ply
To cause respite or other delays
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry.
That bastard who led us to fry
Missiles overhead as we pray
Dooming us all o lay down and die.
Nuclear fire, the apocalypse tries
To decimate the world, plutonium haze
The speaker spoke in a guttural cry
Dooming us all to lay down and die.
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David Ashley Poem
Each mote of dust that floats airborne
eddies on the light cool balmy breeze
ushered from wide open window
fragrancing the house with summer scents.
Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,
posies perfuming and performing
petals swishing by outside, free and alive.
Ushered from wide open window
pollen clouds wafts and wanes
settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep.
Fragrancing the house with summer scents
banishing all the stale still murky air
invigorating all within.
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