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Dave Bosworth Jul 2021
To whom it may return,
I know you as the man who learned me better than myself
I knew you as the tall hero from the back pages
Of a book you lent than I never finished

But that never will diminish
The quiet strength I felt in you
In this zoo,  in this dance under a volcano, there's a temperance
A certain devotion that you
To all that's good, and higher.
Dave Bosworth Jan 2021
Wayfaring traveller, downcast and low
Nobody calls, no one says hello
If you have the time, and the time is now
Take a walk around your old hometown

We've been here before, no time's the same
No one to consider, no one to blame
Feel free, and touch the summit
Of self-blasphemy, before you plummit

There's a road I've found
And I've been around
A simple dark truth
You're soul's a house without a roof

Nobody feels any pain, they say
You'll care not what makes men pray
They'd seen you high and sublimely low
All dressed up with nowhere to go

So if you find the same as I
You feel like a ravaged stormy sky
Keep up your faith and the human race
Up from the gutter and into your place
Dave Bosworth Jan 2020
We have to travel
Contemplate another feast
In another town
Or end up gazing at navels
The journey eases by, rushes through us
We sway like bulrushes in the wind
All we know is
Heavy hearts and lighter heads
mingle on the road
Some are looking for gold
Some are careful where they tread
Dave Bosworth Dec 2018
Love is like a country style
Climb over if you dare
Into the next green pasture
Where your heart sent you there
Dave Bosworth Nov 2018
among the rolling hills
remark, the gift of life
hung like a lark
the truest view
the sky so hued
from a blazed canvas
none surely knew

disparate in the lush greenland
Italy swore! from God's hand
the wind-kind night
the old boar's plight
mauling about in the half-light
ready to make hay
Dave Bosworth Nov 2018
I say goodbye to too many old friends
Their passing comes as the season ends
And I seek reassurance
For something in which there's no insurance
My handwriting changed
Guess it's to do with age
My X chromosome splinters
and maybe its the coming of winter
But what lies do they tell us
When all that's left is rigor mortis
Dave Bosworth Nov 2018
this is what folks do
       when they mourn
They drink
  the stars shake
they smoke and fingers stain
And all over people are wondering just what they were up to
When the smile faded
The morning sun, so round,
Your face, vulnerable, then alive the next
It's hardly surprising I love you best
And if you're reading this
absolutely, and unconditionally,
don't hurt yourself if you can help
trying to remember someone is like
scratching your fingernails down a blackboard
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