http://slow.writerscafe.org/ROBERTDAVIDSON The original writings of author ROBERT DAVIDSON en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984245 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Helga and Titus are both dominant Alpha personalities. They continually clash as each tries to control the other. Eventually they are breaking apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/362383/ A Poem Of Friendship “Call Me Pythias, Good Damon”by ROBERT DAVIDSON to escape the prison of my skullyou have become a necessary part of melurking on the fringes of my dreamrelationships i find are vast desertsdemanding all, challenging all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/359975/ An Anti=religious Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/358113/ WHEN LOVE HAS NO PLEASURE by ROBERT DAVIDSON Yours is the heartbeat I yearn to own As I touch and lightly stroke your red-gold hair; I almost feel the kiss of you upon my mouth, But you push me aside, I stand in despair. Who has loved has lived full measure, Even tho' the wind si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/357866/ MARTYR LOGICBy ROBERT DAVIDSONSense of guiltAs traitor to the faith The ultimate smart bombStrapped to my bodyMaximises the loss of lifeBursts open the double-decker busAnd rips the roof offWould I make amends?Testify my faith?I have been temptedDeliberately destr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/357865/ NIGHTMARE WORLD  'NIGHTMARE WORLD' by Robert Davidson Hanging on my wall beside my bed Self-mutilation Brings things into perspective .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/357856/ A MESS OF HEART-BREAK by Robert Davidson Her pasing took his last spark of life Left him bereft with only his grief to bear The last bit of his heart's dream was taken - A love portion so precious and rare. A mess of heart-break Not told in words but in sobs I miss her so bad .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/357853/ A  MODERN  DELILAH.By ROBERT DAVIDSON3300 words      Timothy Cairncross had left the station and was making his way along a tree-lined street. The late afternoon traffic was murmuring like a muted diapason, the sky darkening to ruby in the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/352937/  DEATH OF A BROKEN PLANET By ROBERT DAVIDSON  Often  it  seems  like  I  have  betrayed  my  worldlike  a  rough  lover,  maulingbruising  his  woman  in  the  dark -  leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/316752/  WORLD  WITHOUT  MEN By  Robert  Davidson For  thirty  years  now  the  world  had  been  without  any  births  of  male  children.  Females  proliferated.  The  Y  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/233887/  MRS  POTIPHAR’S  LOVER By  Robert  Davidson Netta  Thorbold  made  her  way  up  the  stairs  to  the  studio. She  had  agreed  to  sit  for  a  young  artis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211534/  SHE STOOD IN A SHADOWED DOORWAY By Robert DavidsonShe  stood  in  a  shadowed  doorway  a  few  moments  before  stepping  out  to  stroll  nonchalantly under  a  street  light.  Her  white&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211315/  LEDA AND HER DEMON LOVER. By ROBERT DAVIDSON.  Mirrors  are  living  lies,  Leda  Angelopoulos  thought.  They  reflect  only  the  outside.  And  not  the  fiend  living  within... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211306/  MISS CLITHEROE by Robert Davidson And They Thought She Had Missed Out On Love. They called her an old maid Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue Said she was like a pressed flower in a book. But little did they know - You just didn't boast about it when she wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211301/  MRS PROTHEROE The Night Your Landlady Came To Your Room by Robert Davidson A loose gown in which her flesh swam free Fascinated Your eyes resting diffidently, the full white breasts The shadowed cleft Your mind searching the unknown Hesitated, resisted Locked within t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211293/  SARAH GOODENOUGHWhen One Loves And The Other Doesn'tby Robert DavidsonSarah was an erotic blondeRather wide-eyed and very pink -Who presented Love in its most obese aspectAs honey-coloured her hair fell liquid goldNot the most romantic of love-nests, she thoughtAs she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211287/  HUNGER BY  ROBERT  DAVIDSON  I  die  disappointed  I  want  her  - this  mad  desireI  cannot  still  this  hunger  in  my  heart Oh  God,  -  it  ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211282/  I AM AFRAID OF THE OUTSIDEby ROBERT  DAVIDSONyou've got to make the breakthey always saydon't remain alone - leave homerub up against the world a bitreal life is just outsidebut should I get involved with youyou'd only take me into youand I'd find I was not me an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211280/  A POEM OF FRIENDSHIPCall Me Pythias, Good Damonby Robert Davidsonto escape the prison of my skullyou have become a necessary part of melurking on the fringes of my dreamrelationships i find are vast desertsdemanding all, challenging alland for that purpose we are given .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211274/  THE  NIGHT  BEFORE  THE  SUICIDE A  Gothic Horror  Poem By  ROBERT  DAVIDSON  I have killed myselfand today I attend my own funeral -But last night I went down to the morgueand there identified your body .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211271/  SAD  FANCIES  FRET  MY  MIND a  prose  poem  by ROBERT  DAVIDSON  Last  night  I  was  beat  up  in  a  fistfight standing  outside  the  local  simply  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/211002/  DROP ON MY HEART A ROSE by Robert Davidson My voice breaks against those lips of thine, Before I leave for war I must implore Let me love you gently your first time As dumb-tongued my love to you expose. And then I'll return to thee once more To bring to thy heart a rose. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/209807/ A prose poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ROBERTDAVIDSON/209034/