The Poems of David Garlick
How can a word be good are bad? They are ever blameless. We the ones that use them, to express ourselves; show our feelings, tell a tale. Hold a mirror to the world and say. “There you are world. Is that really you?” We use them to tell of our feelings. Yet they […]
Happy news, oh happy news, once again we sing in praise. Happy news, oh happy news, Jesus Christ is born today. Come and join us, sing aloud. Glory to our lord we say. Come and join, sing aloud. He was in a manger laid. Praises to the lord we bring. Born to us […]
In rainbow hues, a monument; that reaches to a bright blue sky. The toilet seats of Mexico, lost but somewhere, they must be. The mystery of the missing seats. The cold comfort of porcelain rim, that leave a mark on mind and bum; when mem’ries of adventures dim. They must be stacked, a […]
Strange creatures come to visit us in yellow, white and blue. They drink the air and squeal with joy to watch us passing through. They drift about on things that float which burble with a deep base note that rumbles in our ears. And we, the children of the deep, who ply the […]