Second Collection

By Joseph Dawson

This book captures and reflects a medley of expressions of love, grief and the author's own view of life. The loss of his wife is often expressed in many of his poems and by them the embers of his grief still smolder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452071787

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ABOUT THE BOOK

This book captures and reflects expressions of love, grief and the philosophy and way of life of the author.

It is obvious he has had some dalliance in love in his early years and this work is testament to that. The loss of his wife is poignantly expressed in many of his poems and by them the ember of his grief still smolder.

Not mindless of himself with respect to the world at large he finds moments to stop and ponder his place in the world and relations to the ‘family of man’. With a deep rooted sense of justice he remains steadfast in his beliefs and concern for others less fortunate than himself.

This book of verse should be an entertaining companion to love and romance in places cozily outlined in silhouette or under moonlit skies.

Contents

ABOUT THE BOOK

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A BOUQUET OF LOVE:

A LOVER’S DIALOGUE

A LOVER’S TORMENT

A PLAY OF LOVE.

A SELF REPROACH:

A TEST OF LOVE

A TRIBUTE TO MY WIFE:

ADJUDICATION

AN INDICATION!!

ANOTHER MOTHERS DAY TRIBUTE:

AS SHE IS

AT MY LEISURE!!

BECAUSE THEY DARED!!

BECAUSE YOU CALLED:

BEYOND THESE PICTURES:

BY HER PICTURE I REMEMBER HER

BYGONE TO YOUTH

DEATH RELIEVE ME NOW

DISTRACTION

DO LET ME!

EMULATION (MY IDENTITY LOST)

FAREWELL MY FRIENDS, FAREWELL!!

FOREVER ON MY MIND

GOODBYE.

HAVING FOUND YOU!

HERE WE WILL BE

(TOGETHER FOREVER)

I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR PICTURE

LOVE YOUR LAUGHTER!!

IMAGINATION’S RUN:

IN CONSOLATION {TO A FRIEND}

IN MY DESPAIR

He has been my hope for years

IN MY LONELINESS

IT’S JUST IMPOSSIBLE!!

IT’S OFT WHAT SEEM AND NOT WHAT IS:

JUST CAN’T WAIT!

LET FREEDOM LIVE!!

LET ME BE ALONE

LOOKING BACK

LOOSING MY SELF CONTROL

LOVE

LOVE EARLY BEGUN

MAY MY EVERY DREAM:

MESSAGE FROM THE GRAVE: (FROM MY WIFE)

MY BIRTHDAY

MY CONSTANT FRIEND

MY DEPARTED LOVE:

MY DOUBTFUL SELF

MY FAIR LADY

MY FRIVOLITY:

MY GIFT OF LOVE (A BOOK OF POEMS)

MY LOVE AND WIFE:

MY PRAYER

MY SONG

MY SWEET BUBBLY YOU!!

NO CHRISTMAS WITHOUT HER!!

NO FEAR OF DEATH

NO LIFE –THERE IS.

NOBODY KNOWS MY PAIN

OH WHERE, OH WHY.

OLD AND DESPERATE

ON A WOMAN’S BREAST!!

ON A WOMAN’S BUNS

ON HELP FROM A FRIEND

ON HER NAILS

ON MY SECRET LOVE:

(ON MY VISIT TO JAMAICA)

(ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY.)

OUR CHANCE MEETING!

OUR LOVE BEYOND THE YEARS OF YOUTH!

PAINFUL MEMORIES

PROMISED LOVE!

RIPPLES OF TRUTH!!

SEARCHING FOR WINONA

SHE GOT THE BETTER OF ME.

SHE IS A GARLAND TO BE WORN:

SONG OF LOVE!

STILL REMEMBERING MY WIFE:

TELL ME NOT.

THE REMNANT OF LOVE

THEY SAY

THINGS THEY SAY

THOUGH WE HAVEN’T MET

TO A FRIEND CALLED MITCH (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

TO BE IN LOVE

TO MY AILING WIFE ON MOTHERS’ DAY

UNTIL THEN!

WELCOME HOME

WHAT I WANT WITH YOU?

WHAT MUST I DO?

WHEN I AM GONE:

WHERE IS EVERYTHING OF YOU?

WHY DRIFT AWAY?

WILL I

WILL YOU?

WINONA WAS

WITH OUR DEEPEST SYMPATHY: (TO A FRIEND)

WONDERING WHO YOU ARE.

YOU CALMED ME

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I have known Joseph Dawson for over a decade, and have in that time become accustomed to the apparent dichotomy of his personality. On the exterior, he often presents as unassuming, and to the point, a "no nonsense" kind of guy. However, within the same individual lies a love of poetic expression. His sometimes gruff exterior belies an acutely sensitive awareness of a wide array of passions, as well as the piercing pain of grief. In particular, this Second Edition of poems offers an illuminating glimpse of his efforts to work through the love and loss of his late wife. His poetic journey reminds us that even seemingly tough, stoic men can still experience a wide range and depth of feelings. Indeed, his poems beckon us to not only bear witness, but to also immerse ourselves in the feelings, reflections, and worldly view that he so poignantly and unabashedly shares.

Dr. Sandra Negron

Clinical psychologist

A BOUQUET OF LOVE:

May this bouquet speaks loudly of my love

A garland to adorn the heart of my dove,

The red roses are barely the color of your lips

And your beauty stem beyond the folded tulips.

From a body and spirit up and doing

With a heart agog with love still pouring,

I wonder if my love for you is unrequited

For the thought of you make me excited.

To this gift the added dazzle thereon

Display the love within my heart,

And when these petals are faded and gone

My love will remain as from the start.

You are the