Tripping Angler
Tripping Angler Fine food fettle was good Sitting around talking over beer Is a tonic in a bottle No message received Becomes a very good night Which develops into Home going. David A. Robertson. 10.03.16
Tripping Angler Fine food fettle was good Sitting around talking over beer Is a tonic in a bottle No message received Becomes a very good night Which develops into Home going. David A. Robertson. 10.03.16
The heart of choke
Spokes on the wheel of the car
That needs the choke on a cold day
Is near the triumphant garage where the car was purchased
As pin would all that passed by that place
Making a good purchase
Not dodgy say’s Dave drinking his…
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Old McDonald had some fries No pies I hear you cry A coffee ground is good at McDonalds Information zone for one so bold Sorry for the weight no more Let them clean the floor. David A. Robertson 06.03.16
Gods awakening in your heart.
Ask not what God wants of you.
However, if God ask something of you then let him lead you to salvation.
Eat, Sleep, toil and feel the earth turn under your feet.
Pray some and hear the answer in your heart, knowing that prophesy and individual destiny…
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A heart of gold with love bold, Maketh of this what you will, Don’t spake ill, And doeth task as labour of love, Look above as below, Is your day thus up your night, This poem is not designed to deliver a fright… David A. Robertson 14.02.16
What can be seen is known by those that see.
However, what cannot be seen and still there is worth knowing too.
For it is the secrets of yore that we yearn to find, mining the connections of our lives.
What is forgot before, is more than we know today.
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Twas Carols by candle light tonight, Some might have got a fright, Had they seen me creep up in the night, But those that know be free at the sight, Of me in waistcoated blighty. David A. Robertson, 22.12.2014
When the light recedes, Dark encroaches with a will, Cometh the night to see what can be found, The mind cannot be bound, Whether the dark finds the place it dwells, or not. David A. Robertson, 01.12.2014
Snow is on the road, Snow is on my boots, Snow now, Snow then, Snow flurries from the sky, Snow sticks to the road, Snow Snow Snow. David A. Robertson 29.10.2016
Early Nineties flight to England Born and Bread Fed to the teeth with mighty white What a flight Shriek to the heavens What a flight Blimey we live in Norfolk-South David A. Robertson 05.10.04