David SmithWhite

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David SmithWhite Poems

121. Anon. By Me 11/6/2005
122. Song: The Highway Man 9/5/2005
123. Love Me Very Much 8/30/2005
124. Song: My Lady Estelle 9/1/2005
125. Ax Of Creation 11/5/2005
126. Song: The House Of Cards 3/26/2006
127. Song: Evolution 4/2/2009
128. Song: The Road To Nowhere 9/3/2005
129. Bloody Bill 8/28/2005
130. Song: Suicide City 7/11/2008
131. Song: The Cold-Hearted Children 9/12/2005
132. Do I Still Call Australia, H...? 9/21/2005
133. Black Dog 9/5/2005
134. A Rapt Rap (Wrapped) 9/8/2005
135. A Major Modern Miracle 8/30/2005
136. A Song Of Hope 1/21/2006
137. A Letter To Hilary 12/20/2005
138. Blind Luck 11/1/2005
139. Song: A Much Traveled Road 9/9/2005
140. The History Of Now 10/9/2005
141. Simpson And His Donkey 10/20/2005
142. Song: A Dog's Life 9/13/2005
143. Cat 8/30/2005
144. Chants In A Million 9/23/2005
145. Remembering 9/5/2005

Comments about David SmithWhite

  • Dallas Frazer (3/25/2014 12:41:00 PM)

    Hi David, Just wondering if you have any objections if I use your poem 'Simpson and His Donkey' as part of an ANZAC service. It is intended for some children to read as part of a service in Canada and I will of course offer you credit as the author. Please let me know if this is OK? frazer.dallas@gmail.com

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  • Pens Pen (3/6/2012 12:52:00 PM)

    DAVID...want to use one of your poems in a song to publish..need your response...Bob at...java2468@gmail.com

  • Guest Guesterson (11/25/2011 12:53:00 AM)

    Is the music to the song 'The Girl On The Flying Trapeze'?

  • Glen Shorts (4/30/2006 3:37:00 PM)

    Jennifer Ouellette 'Black Bodies and Quantum Cats' should have read this first.

    Good Show..

    Alan Bender

Best Poem of David SmithWhite


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 ...

Read the full of Remembering

Song: High Fidelity

When there's no-one left to care. I'll be there.
Or they say you've got no prayer. I'll be there.

When a moment freely shared, is as precious and as rare,
as the diamonds in your eyes, and the highlights in your hair.
And time itself's impaired, with seconds running scared,
with minutes gone into hiding like hibernating bears.
And none of us are spared, to lull the crawling dread;
with emotions not easily aired, but locked inside the head.

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