A fencing duel twas fought, Between friend and foe, So fraught with honour the friend, Fell and fell well so no hurt sustained, The duel was won in end by the foe, No loser in this duel was made, And the friend went home head high. David A. Robertson 06.03.2015
To find inner strength, First find a length, Of life suitable for wisdom, To occur, so that the birth of a true Child might blur the edges and fuzzy, Life up a bit. David A. Robertson 19.02.2015
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 09.12.2014
Potatoes do not go in Spaghetti Bolognaise, However, you can put Chilli on Potatoes, Pot a toes soup can be rather pungent, Make what you will and a result shall become, More or less what you put in the pot.
I took this photograph to represent luck, or thought locked tight.
There is a concept I am working on which involves thinking a very clear and deliberate thought when closing a lock, like the one in the picture.
Is the thought then event-ed into the locking action thus freezing a moment…
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Old McDonald had his breakfast,
A wait was had to grow appetite strong,
Whilst eating observations made,
One of which was that the serving girl bringing porridge,
To the wrong table,
She says, "you are not porridge then",
The customers said no,
I smiled, laughing inside,
…
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What can I write now? Practically anything as that is the freedom afforded those that live in a country where one can express oneself in any way they choose. Or, more to the point within the auspices of the rules society and the rule of law imposes upon us.
So, since I wrote the…
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Solve the weight mate, Fate is not the weight, Heavy is the way of some, Lose pounds and see the way forward, Don’t head door ward just yet. David A. Robertson – 17.02.16
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
