DAVID STANSFIELD (AUTHOR)

                                                     

 

                                                                       

                                                                    EGYPTIAN SHOPOLOGY (PART 1)

                                                               Hello English

                                                                Lovely Jubbly

                                                               Come on Look

                                                               Oh my you're lovely.

                                                               Please touch this

                                                               I sell you cheap

                                                               Crazy Prices

                                                               Make you weep.

                                                               Don't run away

                                                               And please don't  scoff

                                                                                   You know I'm going to rip you off .    

                                                                                                                           (c) David Stansfield 2008

      

 

SCARBOROUGH FAIR IN DREAMLAND

The ship set sail in the dead of night

 The waters calm, the winds were light

The captain whispered. "Pure delight."

At the thought of a pirate's holiday

They sailed the seven seas and more

But never heard the ocean's roar

A deckhand shouted. "Albatross!"

But the captain couldn't give a....fig

He cried. "The crew will stand in rows

And dance a sailor's jig

And if I cry ooh ah, ooh ah

We'll roast a suckling pig."

Accordians groaned and pipes did blow

To the dervish dance on deck

If this was but a TV ad'

T'would be 'Boddingtons by 'eck

The ship sailed circles round the moon

Or did it really sail at all

For when the dawn beat out the dark

They saw a sign nailed to the wall

It read

'WELCOME TO SCARBOROUGH'S PEASHOLME PARK'

(c) David Stansfield 2008   

 

 

 When the tanks roll over Bradford

I'll be ready with a scoop

I'll get my photograph in Peace News

Handing flowers to the troops

I've no wish to be a hero

And I shy away from fame

But I'll get five thousand ten by eights

And sign 'em with my name

And when those missiles fly up Darley Street

I'll make the buggers pay

I'll dowse myself in petrol

The self immolating way

And when they cart me off for questioning

Not a word they'll get from me

For I'll flash a beatific smile

And the vibes will set me free

But

Me and my quiet army

Will have to focus on our needs

And when the tanks roll over Bradford

I'm afraid we'll be in Leeds

 

(c) David Stansfield 2008

 

(A member of the Brigg Fresh Start Writers came up with the 'novel' idea that members should produce an updated fairy tale. Pens and papers out and guess which one it is. Email me at admin@davidstansfield.org if you know the answer. Go on!!!

 

Look at all the noise it makes

Music to my ears

Thus spoke Vigilante Jake

Who can shoot to kill and shows no fear

Me and my AK47

Will sort your vermin out

From crackheads, thieves and drunkards

To those pesky lager louts

Jake dressed like a hippy

With wildly coloured clothes

Some may have thought but dare not say

That he might be one of those

Now cut that homphobic crap

And get on the with tale

No updated fairies here

Vigilante is all male

The sleazy mayor then said okay

Get 'em off our streets

Clean this town up and you'll get

A multitude of treats

Now Jake was ever fearless

His top lip didn't quiver

He rounded up the miscreants

And threw them in the river

He held his hands out to the Mayor

Saying give me what I'm owed

But 'His Worship'  was a n'ere do good

With the morals of a toad

Jake you didn't do your job

I didn't here 'em scream

All I saw was grinning fools

Floating happily downstream

Now Jake was not angry man

But he did not like a cheat

Sp he snatched up all the children

From the angry streets

He made off with his booty

And vanished without trace

The Mayor was bundled out of town

With egg upon his face

Now the town is empty

All the streets are clean

One could never ever guess

That Vigilante Jake had been

(c) David Stansfield 2008 

                                                  

As the white man plays

The black man begs

For a few spare coins

At the water's edge

The Nubian once so tall and proud

Will sell his 'soul' to any crowd

"Buy my trinkets, cigarettes

Or take a plastic minaret."

And as the poor take water from the Nile

The tourists shout, "Come on and smile.

(I want) a photographic memory

Of all the riches that I see."

Speak of your kings and queens and foes

But tell me where the money goes

Does legend give you bread to eat

Clothes on your  back, shoes for your feet

If I see your President

I'll ask him where the money went

Does he rule wisely for you all

Or does he even rule at all

Brothers, sisters raise your voice

As one you all do have a choice

Yalla, yalla take a stand

Come on reclaim your promised land

(c) David Stansfield 2008

 

I'm chasing dreams again

And when I've caught them all

I'll keep them shiny bright

In case you call

Is that your voice I hear

On the telephone

Or is it just the fear

Of being alone

Cut down to size again

I'm on my hands and knees

I'm so exciteable

Oh touch me me please

I got my fingers burned

Electricity

Naked like a flame

Please cover me

Do I light up your life at all

Do you glow in the dark

What sparks your fire

Tell me I need to know

Hot love

I'm ready to go

 

(c) David Stansfield 2008 

You are my new beginning

You are my genesis

You are my Marmite soldier

You are my instant bliss

You are my happy new year

My shadow in the night

You are my Eden's apple

May I take a bite?

You are my first of January

You are my new age priest

If I offer nothing

Will you prepare the feast?

You are my new beginning

The mirror never lies

I see visions of perfection

When I look into my eyes!  

 

(c) David Stansfield 2008

We came to dance

We knew that this was our last chance

So I held your body close to mine

So sad that in a few hours time

I'll be marching to the front

We came to live

Too bad  we had no time to give

But we raised our glasses

Tasted wine

Pity in a few hours time

I'll be on the battlefront

But there'll be no goodbyes

No tear stained eyes

We've realised that we're born to die

No sad farewell

No living hell

We're spirits chasing half truths

Reflections in the night

And the cage caught the bird

And killed its song

Its cry for peace 

Silenced

Gone

(c) David Stansfield 2009