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Poems by Alex Dixon
Most of these Poems were
written by Alex when he was at School or at University
SPIRIT
What are the
clouds
But the excuse
For a sky
What is an
ending
But the reason
For a new beginning
DIFFERENT
TIDES
Passing
strangers
Flotsam on different
currents
Set on collision courses
Which ignites a spark
That flutters and flares
Deep seated streams
Moving apart into
Two different worlds
Me in my world
And another I'll never forget
DEPRESSION
It crawls out of dark nooks
and crannies
Its tendrils wispy and
clinging,
Like an eerie mist
It saps your soul and makes you
lifeless.
It makes you blue
It has attacked your blood
Makes you fall ... and fall ...
and fall ...
Into the pit of dispair.
You seek offence and yet can only
moan,
Life is against you,
No refuge. No hope.
Then it wanders on, leaving the husks
behind,
To creep up on some other unsuspecting
soul.
To kill another dream.
DEATH
Death is the final business
date,
Takes precedence above all
else
It is the final form,
The destiny of everyone.
It waits in dark alleys,
It strikes in bright
corridors.
Apprearence means nothing
to
The Grim Reaper.
Death is for smokers, and lots of fast
food.
It is the end of to a
beginning,
However short or long.
It is the throw of a die,
SIX - tough luck.
The game is over.
For some the die are
weighted
But it'll get you
No matter how avoided.
Some court Death for the thrill
involved
Some cannot wait for the final
appointment
And who knows what happens
Is there really a God ?
Have we a soul, or
Are we a link, a small part
Of the ecosystem ?
More to the point is Hell hell,
or
Is it quite nice ?
I think I can wait,
No premature action for a premature
date !
(see Alex's great-grandfather's
poem on the same subject)
WHO'S THAT
GIRL
A spritely young
female
with perfect streamlines
Blonde hair riot
Framing sparkling eyes.
Designer shadow highlighting a regal
nose
Dresses so chic
As gyrations follow the
beat,
Social engineering
Holding every hair
unruffled.
A living dream
Setting heart in resonance with the
heat,
Spiralling passion
Passing a sun so shamed to
glow.
Lives not so far away
Distance bridged by Love in step with
Time
Who's this girl ?
Why, she's my Perfect Lady.
frappons nos tetes
contra les murs !!
Headbang - ouch cries
the wall !
A silly mistake - a
little slip of the tongue.
After the rush of a
five minute day
painting flowerpotmen
and walking through walls,
Finishing the rat
race
It's nice to retire to
invisibility.
No distractions -
People with problems
It was my own little
secret
And I had to tell
somebody.
Which way to turn,
left or right of the wall ?
Right or wrong
?
Erase the memory or
write the epitaph ?
The Rotes of my sermon
on my destiny
Lost to the general
public !
Just when I need to
hide
Behind my bunch of
daisies
To banish the ducks
wearing wellies
To forget my boss with
wings.
I went and told my
teddybears
They wheedled
themselves into my life
Prying into my inner
feelings
So when I disappear
through my secret door
Into my magic
garden
People can just ask my
teddies and be told . . .
follow the
footsteps on the wall !
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