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Sunday, 3 August 2014

Imagine there's no...

Imagine there's no lemons
No limes or grapefruit too. 
No meringue pie nor mojito
What would people do?
Imagine in the fruit bowl
There's no citrus zing

Imagine there's no olives
No zucchini too
What would be put in our casserole
Or our hearty stew?
Imagine  there's no veggies
We'd get no 5-a-day.

You may not buy a steamer
Cos there's no veggie in sight
We all need that goodness
And you know I'm always right

Imagine there's no chocolate
No cocoa beans at all
And when you've got PMT
You could punch a wall
Imagine there's no chocolate
There'd be no sane guys left

You may say I'm a screamer
And the world's a frightening place
Just give me some chocolate
Or I'll punch you in the face

©Carolyn Davison 3rd August 2014





Saturday, 10 May 2014

Little Woman

I saw a little woman
Walking down the street
She was dressed all in black
From her head to her feet
Little woman where ya going?
Little woman whatcha doin?
Little woman with the sad eyes
Little woman with the surprise

I saw a little woman
Walking in the lane
She was looking like the evil
High on cocaine
Little woman where ya goin?
Little woman whatcha doin?
Little woman with the blank eyes
Little woman with the surprise

I saw a little woman
Standing on a corner
She was catching all the men’s eyes
You could tell they really wan’ her
Little woman where ya goin?
Little woman whatcha doin?
Little woman with the big eyes
Little woman with the surprise

Can ya see little women
Life is just passing
Don’t ya know little women
Life ain’t laughing

Little women where ya goin’?
Little women whatcha doin?
Little women life’s your eyes
Are ya gonna have a surprise?

Are ya gonna waste ya small life?

©Carolyn Davison 2011

A strange poem I wrote one day...

Monday, 5 May 2014

Memory - for Dogs

Midnight
I have just found a lamp post
I feel like I should use it
I am smiling alone.
In the lamplight
I manage to get some relief
Now it's time to
Get on home...
Walkies
I want to go walkies
It's a mile to the old woods
Where there's lots of trees.
I remember the time I went
When there was snow
It turned yellow - I said
Oh NO!
Every street lamp seems to be
A place to go to potty
I can't stop it
E'en if you say
'Hop it'
I cannot wait til morning.
Daylight
I can't wait for the sunrise
I must use this lamp post
I can't hold it in.
©Carolyn Davison 5th May 2014
Haven't got the time to finish it off - but I think you get the gist...

Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Edge of Life

Walking on the edge of life
Feeling the beat of my heart
Wondering and asking
Asking why we're apart
Words that hurt me
Never will deter me
Walking on the edge of life

Standing on the edge of life
Aching so much in my soul
Without you 
My life isn't whole
Feeling the fist on my face
I really can't leave this place
Standing on the edge of life

Sitting on the edge of life
Watching all the world go by
Looking for a reason,
A reason not to cry
Looking into cold eyes
Feeling all those bad lies
Sitting on the edge of life

Lying on the edge of life
My head hurt so much
I can hardly breathe;
I promised you 
I would never leave.
But my heart bleeds
My soul longs to be free. 
All I wanted was for you 
To love me.
But now I'm
Lying on the edge of life
Wounded...
Hurting...
Dead to all pain
Nothing to gain
Just lying on the edge

© Carolyn Davison 13th April 2014





Friday, 28 February 2014

Intangible Hope

Diving into the ocean of dreams
I see the dolphins swim
I hear the sound of humpback whales
The dawn chorus sing

Riding on the wind of fantasy
I see the birds soar
I hear the sound of the nightingale
The wild oceans roar

Climbing the peaks of mirage,
The wind upon my face
The swirl of energy round my being
The deer lose a race

Carolyn Davison 28th Feb 2014

Friday, 14 February 2014

Stormy Sea

The sea, at night,
Angry like a drunken man
Looking for a fight -
Egged on by the wind;
Foaming and churning, 
Lashing and burning.
Desiring
No peace,
No tranquility,
No order.
Whipped up into 
A frenzy of hatred -
Wanting to destroy 
Everything in its path.
Nothing is safe!
Not even the huge rocks
Which stand upright and proud
Like mountains to a tiny child.
The majestic cliffs
Standing watch over -
A beacon of protection
Could fall
Under the force of 
Such rage!
Rising up as a cobra,
Waiting a second
Until the strike - 
Smashing upon the beach,
Crashing upon the shore.
A wild beast in a cage
Longing to break free
To devour everything
In its path. 
Uncontrolled malice
Unending terror
Under the moonlit sky.

Morning calm,
Still, sober. 
Water glistening in the sunlight.
This morning a lamb,
Sleepy in the glow
Of the celestial ball.
A frightened creature 
Timidly lapping the shore,
Gently brushing
Tenderly touching.
Anger melted
Into sobriety
And tranquil paradise.

© Carolyn Davison 14th February 2014






Friday, 6 December 2013

False religion and true faith

Church men, hard as nails,
No emotion,
Watched as each slave was
Loaded onto a ship.
"It's fine to be hard,
These are not human,
On Sunday we will
Show our devotion.
We will justify our evil
To God. He will understand!"
But the God of creation
Looks down from above, 
With a heart of anger
And wrath.
The deceitfulness of sin
Ruins the inner man.
No more can he stand
Before the God he proclaims
As his own.
Disobedience, like a huge wall
Separates man from his Creator.
False religion
Blasphemous religion.
Men destined by their own arrogance
To spend eternity in hell

Black slave, with changed heart,
Full of emotion,
Prays to God each day,
Not for himself, but for 
The soul of his cruel master.
Every minute of each day
He is filled with true devotion.
Every stripe on his bare back 
Reminds him of where he stands,
Redeemed by the One who died for him.
He's safe in his Saviour's hands.
This man in chains is free in a way
His master could never imagine. 
Now he can stand 
Before the God he proclaims
As his own.
Not in this life, will he be free,
But the life which is to come.
He will live in eternity.
True faith is his,
Salvation is his.
Saved from himself,
Destined by his faith
To spend eternity in heaven.

© Carolyn Davison 6th December 2013