David SmithWhite

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David SmithWhite Poems

1. Cybertime 8/28/2005
2. Life, Etc. 8/28/2005
3. Song: High Fidelity 8/29/2005
4. Song: When I Knew It Was Over 8/29/2005
5. Song: Guerillas In The Mist 10/31/2005
6. Song: The Revolutionary 9/8/2005
7. Song: Forever Bound 10/11/2005
8. Song: Going Under 10/12/2005
9. Song: Camilla 10/13/2005
10. Song: The Great Game 8/29/2005
11. Song: The Strangers 10/15/2005
12. Modern Love 10/17/2005
13. Song: Down Wind 9/8/2005
14. Tortured Words 5/13/2006
15. Bushtalk 5/17/2006
16. Song: The Minute Men 7/9/2006
17. Song: The Drinking Man 9/22/2006
18. String Theory 9/26/2006
19. Song: Fear Of Flying 10/9/2006
20. Song: Starstruck 9/4/2005
21. Song: The Balancing Act 9/4/2005
22. Song: Spin Out 9/5/2005
23. Song: Paranoia 9/6/2005
24. Messalina 9/6/2005
25. Song: On The Boulevard 9/6/2005
26. Song: The Old Dog's Tale 9/12/2005
27. Song: Cold Fusion 8/30/2005
28. The Warring Muse 8/28/2005
29. The Full Monty 8/28/2005
30. Song: Blue Dreaming 8/30/2005
31. The Death Masque 10/7/2005
32. Song: The Hewers Of Love 9/14/2005
33. Song: Deja Vu 9/16/2005
34. Song: Spiral Love 9/16/2005
35. Twilights 9/17/2005
36. Song: Mayhem And Madness 9/20/2005
37. 'Fergie' 8/31/2005
38. Song: Hard City 8/31/2005
39. Song: Murrumbidgee Dreaming 8/31/2005
40. Song: Riding The Dragon 9/1/2005
Best Poem of David SmithWhite

Remembering

In my own remembering,
I can see so many things.
Days of bliss were much too brief.
Longer nights of pain and grief.
In my own remembering,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, can never be,
mere fact or history.
Memory, is more complex;
of mute agenda and subtext.
Memory, will flow and ebb,
according to one's mental web.
Memory, a visceral mix,
of deja vu and subtle tricks.

In my own remembering,
thwarted dreams will all take wing.
Flights of fancy, foolish lies,
float in ether's cloudless skies.
In my own imagining,
I begin ...

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Cybertime

Manic chic in modern style.
Of self-regarding wit and guile.
Hackers shriek and move the file,
with iconoclastic cues.

No metronome to count the chime,
in cyberspace and cybertime.
No pendulum or arc to trace,
in cybertime and cyberspace.

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