David Shoestring Poems
- Starry Gazey Pie How jolly it is still on Wembury beach To ...
- The Night Before Christmas T’was the night before Christmas; ...
- Life Of Cards In Life I’ve tried to play my card. I’ve ...
- I Just Farted In Marks & Spenc... I just farted in Marks & ...
- 'Old Money' - Handsworth Wood ... Handsworth Wood Road was ...
- 'New Money' - Englestead Close Englestede Close was much ...
- Power To The People? I call upon you, Dear Boy, To win the ...
In the poems and verses I try to input verbal rhythms and speech patterns, and to tell a story or make comments about current events, political topics and day to day happenings. Sometimes humorous; sometimes sarcastic; and sometimes slightly poignant and sad ……
Much of my early life was spent living in Handsworth, a suburb of Birmingham in the UK and have since lived in a variety of locations varying from the water’s edge to bleak moorland; from villages to riot-torn Handsworth. I’m a news-addict with a deep interest in politics, and for a time was the Political Cartoonist for a respected Regional Daily Newspaper.
Nowadays, being ‘of a certain age’ I enjoy travel ... more »
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Starry Gazey Pie
How jolly it is still on Wembury beach
To see bright waters lit with sun,
And proud parents shine with glee
Watching their noisy offsprings run,
And chased, splash with shrieks
Into the frothy, slippy sloppy sea.
Many were the timeless, childhood summers spent
At Sherford Road, from where on Sundays we went,
Packed in Uncle's Alfred's Ford Consul, two by two
And driven sedately down to the blue,
Blue remembered summer sea,
Phillipa, Andy, Peter and Me.
We drive past Wembury Post Office and local shop,
Where we stopped once, I ...