Archive for November, 2012

My Life as a Fairy Story

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on November 29, 2012 by belfastdavid

Once upon a time
the world was a darker place,
populated only by green dragons,
genies who existed in bottles
and a wicked witch
who sat on my left shoulder.

She whispered seductively in my ear
persuading me that she
was the only one who loved me,
that she would be my true saviour
if I gave myself totally
over to her care.

She wanted to take me to death,
although I did not know that then,
and on several occasions
she had me very close.

What changed? Ah, but that
was the miracle, the magic
introduced to me by a beautiful fairy
albeit in very human form.

She stood in front of me and challenged me.
“Don’t tell me you know David” she said
“What you know
got you where you are today –
up to your neck in shit.
You know nothing!”

I hated her that day.
But her magic was
in making the words stick.

To this day she sits
on my right shoulder.
The wicked witch has a rival
but the beautiful fairy is stronger.

Over the course of time
I have become increasingly
deaf in my left ear;
a condition which, my doctor says,
is incurable, irreversible.

That, I guess, is also
part of the magic.

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First I Dreamt the Journey now available on Kindle

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on November 20, 2012 by belfastdavid

My book First I Dreamt the Journey is now available on Kindle.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AA12AFW

I am really fascinated to see how that works out.

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Buy a copy   🙂

And enjoy

David

Things I don’t see the point of

Posted in Poetry on November 13, 2012 by belfastdavid

Gloves with no fingers
Alcohol free lager
Short corners in football matches
Nicotine free cigarettes
Caffeine free coffee (WTF)

Substitutes for butter
Wearing gloves while playing football
(the team with most gloves loses)
Thongs
Crotchless knickers (well maybe)

Use by dates on packs of cheddar cheese
Reality TV programmes
(in fact most TV programmes)
Bad Manners
Rushing

Text Messages

Posted in Poetry with tags , on November 6, 2012 by belfastdavid

She texts me every morning.
I text her back.

The words we use are simple,
but underneath sincere,
heartfelt, appreciated.

These are not
the words we use
but perhaps
are what we mean –

“Good morning. I am still alive, are you?”
“Good morning. Yes I am.”

Magic Potion

Posted in Poetry with tags , on November 2, 2012 by belfastdavid

Just like Alice I drank the potion.
Just like Alice I changed,

became sociable, witty, entertaining,
the soul of the party,
bon-viveur, lover extraordinaire.

But unlike Alice
I drank some more
and changed again;

there is nothing attractive
about a falling-down drunk.

I spent thirty years
trying to discover
the correct dosage
of magic potion

before, at last,
realising
the answer was none.