Poems by Dave D

Patch and I came to know each other very recently here on tagged and after a few exchanges decided to try a collaborative approach to writing a new poem, with each contributing alternate lines. The first fruit of our joint effort was completed about a few days ago and we hope that you will enjoy reading it below:

Exploration

Hidden places are whispering 'here I am ' to me,
A mountain top, a deserted range or deep beneath the sea,
I'd like to start from the bottom up with quiet tranquility,
The ocean floor's unchartered depth of dangerous mystery

Pale baited light from the angler fish with it's luminescent glow
Shines through the gloom just enough to choose which way to go
With the brilliant iridescent plankton above me and below
Some gentle music is all I need to help complete the show

There's Snaggletooth, Coelacanth, Wobbegong and Lumpfish too,
A flash of red from the Stoplight Loosejaw who catches one or two
And a starfish that’s not a fish but an echinoderm who..
Has five spindly legs whose hairy threads glow blue

My eyes agog I've been astounded I've started my assent
Can't stay too long at this depth or my gas will all be spent
Although to die in this beautiful place was not my main intent
After seeing all the beauty here I would still be quite content.

Patch & Rhumour
April 2008

Parallel lines are stretching
Their way across the land
The yellow perils finally come
By our own folks it was planned!

They've been put there to tell you
You cant stop where you'ld like
Can't park a car or bus or van
Not even your old push bike

If they run out of space to put
Those dreaded lines upon
They'll turn their gaze to buildings
Then it won't be very long

Before parallel lines are stretching
Their way across the floor
You can't stop where you'd like to
Now move from near that door!

Dave aka Rhumour

This item dates from a time in the 1970's when we lived in Southwark and found the council had changed the parking regulations outside our home.

A Cold Wind

A cold wind blows through Britain now
The sun no longer shines
And with the wind comes rain and storms
Such gloom it haunts our minds

The economic new is bad
The pound sinks day by day
So the mortgage and HP go up
Yes that's what the papers say

So sitting here in idleness
For there's no work for me
I wonder how we came to this
A nation such as we

For once we stood up tall and proud
An empire at our feet
It never mattered if it poured
Or snowed or we had sleet

But it's no use to reminisce
When times are getting bad
I'd better go and find some food
To give my poor old Dad

Dave aka Rhumour
1975

Even be I dead
I will remember thee
Through all yesteryears clouds and rain
Our poetry will ever stay the same

Moments from years
No shame in those tears
You can't ever know
All our love in arrears
Such joy will not pass
When life goes under grass

Fully locked within my mind
Set fair there for all time
Images permeate, sounds possess
Once when you spilt wine upon your dress
Those grass stains from our parkland frolics
The time when we ran past three alcoholics

Once we were drawn in charcoal together
Then washed pale by the autumn weather
Shells and wet sand filled our shoes
Straggling hair, no towels, fingers blue
All of these things and so many more
Just from one day at the south shore

Each must bank their finest times
Keep the best and refute the crimes
Pack tightly all the diamond days
The winter chills and summer haze
All will keep the blues at bay
When at last we slumber night and day

Dave, aka Rhumour
April 21st 2008