David P. Madge
Lancs, UK
David P. MadgeLancs, UK |
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I am 29 years old and have been a brooding writer of the strange for 15 years. My work has been published in the Amateur Poets Yearbook '95 and 4 anthologies. I received an award in 1996 from The International Society of Poets, have been reviewed by the British Fantasy Society and had my first book, "Visions of the Rainbow" by Stockwell LTD published in '95. I am currently seeking a publisher for my second manuscript "Under a Dreaming Moon" co-written with a very talented wordsmith. All my work is dedicated to Deborah Anne, the power behind the throne. |
Rider On the Winds of TimeI haven't been young since an age of man,When the songs of elves were heard in the land. I heard the last dragon's final lament, And was there when Rome's first legions were sent. I remember the horse and the sacking of Troy, I looked on as Goliath lay dead by a boy. I sat with a crowd as they watched and heard, A young man, the Great Teacher and hung on each word. I saw Viking Long ships from over the sea, And wept laying Arthur at old Glastonbury. At Hastings England's King felled by an arrow, Under Normandy rule I witnessed their sorrow. I ate the apple that fell from the tree, When Newton and I discussed gravity. I taught John Dee all he ever knew, And I was with Columbus as one of his crew. I sat on the fence in the French Revolution, The industrial age and mans evolution. I fought in world wars the folly of man, I preached peace at Woodstock then bombed Vietnam. I was stood in Berlin when they cast down the wall, I am the Dark Poet and the watcher of all. Condemned ne'er to rest for whatever my crime, A wanderer, a writer throughout all of time. | PollyPolly,My child, Lost in the cold grey world, In a word of make believe, Searching but finding no one, Finding no one to love, No one to care A child lost And loved. |