For Betty Backhouse Where ever you may be. Way back in 1959…
I was born in England, but raised in Canada until I was fourteen. I came back to England where I now reside. I started writing seriously at eighteen, firstly with songs, then drifted into writing poetry, short stories and finally novels. About six or seven year ago I gave up writing all together. It has only since joining PH in January 2007 that I started writing again thanks for the encouragement I received from a lot friends up here. In 2006 I was awarded an Outstanding Achievement Award from the International Society Of Poets for my poem Faded Love Letters. The first award I have ever received for any of my writing. The poem has now been include in several anthologies including one on CD. I awarded the same award for a second year in 2007 I am at the moment waiting on tender hooks hoping that my Literary Agent can sell my latest novel for me. I also belong to a western re-enactment group, hence my nickname Dodgy Dave the Vicar. You will find some of the crazy things I get up to under Dodgy Dave Tales by JoJo Bean, my official PH biographer and good friend. Recently I began a collaborating with JoJo Bean and Meggie Gultiano under the title of JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano. Although each of us are friends and live thousands of miles away from one another we have managed to transcend the miles to work in perfect harmony with one another.)
David Harris şiirleri
One day a gypsy came to the door selling a sprig of heather. Cross my palm with silver and I’ll make your wish come true.…
In the early morning stillness, I sit on the beach of life. Beyond the foreboding mountains near the life giving watery shore.…
How many times have we travelled down a road merely out of curiosity, and as we move down it…
We all hope for a better life than the one we lived before. More happiness and more love that we can explore…
Some say that I am a big kid at heart, and maybe they could well be right. I love my cuddly toys,…
I am a big softie when it comes to every living thing. I would not purposely hurt…
People praise me for my talent, but I find it hard to see. I call myself a bit of a hack and here are the reasons why.…
When you’re up every morning for work at the crack of dawn, you think at the weekends you can just lay back and yawn.…
Life is filled with surprises some are large, some are small, and there are some surprises that are never welcome at all.…
Every bit of paper you see dancing on the floor has a story to tell of how it got there.…
A bit of my past was lost today with the sad demise of a hero. As I grew up their music filtered in and out of my life.…
The falling leaves of autumn lay scattered where they fall nurturing the land with goodness before their end days call.…
I am a bit weird in the nicest possible way. Everyone talks to their pets, though some will deny it.…
A blank canvas waits every morning as the sun begins to rise. It waits for me to start thinking of what today will be my prize.…
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