Biography of Dave James
Inspiration comes from the way words are assembled and performed, they are our strongest weapon yet our closest ally. http: //davejameswriting.blogspot.co.uk/
Dave James's Works:
In My Minds Eye by Eloquent. A small first time effort at putting some poems together.
Dave James Poems
Words make sense in every way, We use them each and every day, We ask, we tell, we scorn, we praise, We tell of life and special days,
May I stay awhile with you? May I walk your narrow tracks That meander across your back Like a spiders web on dewy mornings.
A Soldier Blue
A soldier blue once walked past me With flag and gun for all to see Shouts i hurrah for you are brave Our King and country you will save
The Morning Tale
Across the misty morning skyline, dew abounds though soul's enlightened, As rising sun sends trusted fingers through the night-falls weakened heart, The shadows cast seem never ending, Ash and Oak's defiant stance, From daylight's slow encroaching march, that signals Nightingales advance.
A Song For (Some) Guy
I gave you my world You gave me the same Your flag I unfurled But you lost your aim
Were It That...
Were it that the sky was always clear That hunters never caught the grazing deer The rain would only fall when safe indoors That man would live in peace and not in wars
What You Really Want To Say To Customers...
'It was broken when I bought it' Buy a pair of specs 'It's cheaper on the internet' Well go see Google next
Those Days When
Those days when just waking is a struggle enough The kids up for school have lost all their stuff Time seems to race like it needs a vacation Arrive at the platform but wrong blooming station
There's a breeze that blows that misses my face Grass that grows at an unseen pace Pathways that wind to a hillside view Bear witness to the form of the morning dew
There is someone who makes a difference Who sees the world through our own eyes Who writes the test and asks the questions While we're learning how to fly
Home is a Place. When the breeze hits your face In a way that you know When the hills call your name
Not Today Thank You..
I dont need religion to guide my poor soul The book that I read from has life written through it I dont need the scriptures to strive for my goal If I want it that much then I'll just go and do it
Words make sense in every way,
We use them each and every day,
We ask, we tell, we scorn, we praise,
We tell of life and special days,
We sing the words that tell our story,
Be they of sadness death or glory,
They stand as testament to living,
Of times of need and times of giving,
So why oh why can words not spell?