david stephens

 

Here are a few words that I have written.   More will be added as I write them.

 

 

Consenus soup

The middle man

and centre ground

the safe bet

and

dumbing down

the watching what you say

and watching what you eat

the seeing both sides

and populist tides

the safe as houses

and stay pressed troucers

the glitterati

papperazi

and do-good nazi

 

fuck you all.

 

 

Chip Alley 

Stilletoe steps on greasy streets

Wolf whistle lads on stella legs

Hen night girls peck last ditch boys

Last few pence spent ‘alf n ‘alf

 Homeless bed on  fag butt floors

taxi home

 or back to yours

 

 Beggars belief

 Where once stood a man

now shadow lies

consumed, rejected

and tossed aside.

 Where once rich with life

now pennies lie

spent not given

for peace bought inside

 


 

 Love Letters

     a  b         the beginning

                                                                    a+b         together

                                                                    a=b         love

                                                                   axb          family

                                                                    a>b         selfish

                                                                   ab/c          betrayal

                                                                   a-b         lonely


 

Tree

The sway and fall

of hearts and time

have carved

and run

their rings round me

 


 True

 

 

True love alone
May shake the rose bud free
And footsteps fade by turning sea

And pure love
May make true arrow bend
And sink the sun at last days end

True love
May still the beaten heart
And heaven’s cloths may tear apart

True love
May fork the path ahead
And pick our tethered selves unthread

True love alone
When fallen shall fly
Yet still when sung,
true love not die.


 

Doors Closed, Eyes shut

She was found alone,

The spokesman said

for one year

her decay and stench

lay dead.

 No body noticed

never mind cared

365 days

four seasons

one dead.

 The junkmail knew

the computer blame

52 weeks

an unpaid bill

our shame.

 Without suspicision

we let her die

how many still

behind grave doorways

lie

 

 


Fuss

Bundle of  fuss and joy

sharpened eyes and flighty

untamed spirit, softened in your arms

creature of instinct

preying on affection

tossing and toying

with my feathered heart

 

 


 

 

Me and I

 

 

 

Me and who I wish to be

two souls, joined at birth

shared flesh, torn separate ways

Like sun and moon

stir restless tides

two minds rage

 

for one peace

 

 


 

Cloud

 

  I am rain

I weep down

I am cloud

I darken and drown

 

You are sun

you beam down

you are cloud

in silver gown

 

We are storm

we rage by

we are clouds

rainbow and sky

 

 

 


  

 Summer Touch

Butter Cup chins

and daisy chained necks

tree dangled arms

and ant stung legs

Grass stained knees

and stream dipped toes

Sand papered feet

and sun burned nose

Sea washed locks

and salt eyes sore

Behold the summer

Time to touch this earth once more

 

 

 

 


 

 

 


Chip Alley

 Stilletoe steps on greasy streets

Wolf whistle lads on stella legs

Hen night girls peck last ditch boys

Last few pence spent ‘alf n ‘alf

 Homeless bed on  fag butt floors

taxi home

 or back to yours