David Shoestring Poems
|3.||Lust To Dust - 'Oscar Night'||3/1/2014|
|4.||The Odd Hundred Thousand Pounds||3/10/2014|
|5.||The Hot-Water Bott'All||3/16/2014|
|6.||We Are What We Were||3/7/2014|
|7.||King Of The Western Sea||4/3/2014|
|8.||The Division Bell||1/15/2015|
|10.||Power To The People?||3/19/2014|
|11.||'New Money' - Englestead Close||4/3/2014|
|12.||'Old Money' - Handsworth Wood Road||4/3/2014|
|13.||I Just Farted In Marks & Spencers||4/5/2014|
|14.||Life Of Cards||4/3/2014|
|15.||Starry Gazey Pie||2/27/2014|
|16.||The Night Before Christmas||3/7/2014|
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 ...
We Are What We Were
We are what we are,
Not what we eat.
Food can make us full
But will never make us replete.
We are what we say,
Not what we have read.
We can rewrite all day
But not erase what’s been said.