Biography of Gordon David
I am a man, that's a good start, and I am a married man with 2 children, one of each (that's a boy and a girl) ages 17(Boy) & 12 (Girl, although she's going on 21) I have been married and lived in Stornoway, Isle of Lewis, Scotland for over 20 years. I can't work anymore, due to illness and disability, so I have lots of time on my hands, which is why I tried my hand at poetry, simple stuff, but I'm just not that clever to do anything else. I think that I know my limitations, what I can and can not do, hence my poems are simple, but don't you say that.
Gordon David's Works:
Oh if only I could do a long list here. I do, or have done, some weblog postings, is that classed as being published? Well maybe I'm virtually published.
Gordon David Poems
All We Want Is Peace (Please)
Peace, Peace, Please, Please, Peace, Please, There’s something we should do
For every When? There is a Why? For every push, there is a pull
A Full Stop.
I’ve lost a full stop, And I need it for the end I’ve lost a full stop, It’s driving me round the bend
What is trust? Who can we trust? Can we trust our loved ones? Can we trust each other?
I Feel So Tired
I feel so tired, I just want to go to bed I feel so tired, I’ll just curl up here instead I feel so tired, I just want to go to sleep I feel so tired, I’m sick of counting sheep
A Life At An End (The End Of Days?)
Hello again my thoughtful friend. I’ve come here to annoy you once again.
A Gay Virgin?
What am I thinking of? The past? A long lost love?
4 Score & 10
Please come and sit over here My life’s run it’s course, that’s all Don’t be sad, and don’t you cry Life’s been good, I’ve had a ball
44th Mr President
The USA has had an election Let's hope they have made the right selection We're all flowing in the same direction There is still time to make a correction
Don'T Carry Knives
Stab me without warning As your phone clicks away
A Picture Of War?
Do you know what you're fighting for? Do you think that you're gonna win the war? Does it hurt when another mother cries? Collateral damage as her baby dies
A Bunch Of Merchant Bankers!
A fool and his money are soon parted For every winner there’s more losers As the porn actress said to the bishop We should know that beggars can’t be choosers
Welcome to my world, this is my home With its ups and downs, agony and ecstasy Here in my world, where the sane are now insane It may be different, but we still make time for tea
This is me this is who and what I am This is me throwing my toys out of the pram This is me trying so very hard to be better This is me shaking as I type in this letter
I don’t need a crock of gold
I don’t need a witches brew
I don’t need the pope in Rome
I don’t need any one of you
I don’t need any inner peace
I don’t need any black magic
I don’t need the Sun to shine
I don’t need anything tragic