David Bridgewater

Merseyside, England

I was born 10 January 1952. My wife's name is Linda and we have been married for 21 years. I work in a local food factory. I enjoy cycling, travelling abroad and sports. My one achievement in poetry is an Editors Choice Award from the International Society of Poets for a poem in the book "A Passage in Time". My poetry is just an aid for relaxation, I experiment with different subjects which I see has a challenge to myself. I hope that people who read my poetry enjoy it, that is my reward from writing.


Forever Is Our Destiny

I may touch a thousand suns
Heap scorn on those who slay
And brush the hand of time aside to patronize the day
I may walk forever baiting knowledge with each stride
And change my masked identity on each eternal tide

I may bridge a hundred lives
And dance to other tunes
And reach beyond obscurity to hold the waxing moon
I may browse on faces seeking memories in each smile
And coax the fading empires in my memory for awhile

I may kiss the freedom
And swim where moon align
And feel the constellations pulsating in my mind
I may see the cradle of mans infinity
And tread the shallow water of life's incessant sea

I may see eternity
It's passage lined with time
A place beyond antiquity where every moment pines
I may seek forgiveness for every minute I have sinned
And hear the heart of genesis beat softly in the wind

Forever is our destiny
Our fires shall never wane
And time shall be so humble to our patriotic flame
Our bridge shall never crumble each dream shall never cry
Our souls shall live forever only tears can ever die.

The Last Chime of Midnight

Shadows whisper to each other
Sieving secrets through the wind
Trespassing with the intention to introduce another whim
As night begins her journey evil settles in the dark
And they prosper from the flattery released by every sin

The shadows march in unison
Shedding lies with every step
Stretching towards tomorrow on the fingers of the moon
And over the silent wilderness they must prostitute their dream
To amalgamate peace and nightmares into an orchestral haunting theme

With a vile deliberation
They intimidate the weak
Stealing all the solitude while the children count the sheep
With a strategic manifesto every bribe is their belief
They offer out the olive branch and then rake the leaves of sleep

Amid the insomnolence atmosphere
Shadows bathe in the nights perfume
And midnight turns to greet them with a neighbourly interest
The shadows claim the moonlight and discuss their next foray
As the last chime of midnight turns the clock to another day

All poems Copyright © 1997 David Bridgewater. All rights reserved.