David White
@flankmire.bsky.social
Slightly more interesting than cardboard. Photographer, scribbler of words and a lapsed filmmaker.
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At breakfast we sing
As we put the kettle on for the first coffee
As we put bread into the toaster
As we ready porridge on the stove
...
#poem #poetry #blog #poetryblog
At breakfast we sing
As we put the kettle on for the first coffee
As we put bread into the toaster
As we ready porridge on the stove
...
#poem #poetry #blog #poetryblog
BOTTLED WORDS: SING
At breakfast we sing As we put the kettle on for the first coffee As we put bread into the toaster As we ready porridge on the stove As we put blueberries into your favourite bowl by a designer I...
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January 5, 2026 at 8:33 PM
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At breakfast we sing
As we put the kettle on for the first coffee
As we put bread into the toaster
As we ready porridge on the stove
...
#poem #poetry #blog #poetryblog
At breakfast we sing
As we put the kettle on for the first coffee
As we put bread into the toaster
As we ready porridge on the stove
...
#poem #poetry #blog #poetryblog
2025 wasn't a great year for words for me. In fact I have been off the boil for a couple of years really. Anyway, 2026, let's be having you as the elegant saying goes.
2025 poetry blog: The Ghost of Me
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2025 poetry blog: The Ghost of Me
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Bottle Words: The Ghost of Me (2025)
1/ You are you You are not your biology No one is You can’t be defined by others Dress it up as they might You are your heart You are your soul I love that about you Thank you for being alive &...
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January 2, 2026 at 1:40 PM
2025 wasn't a great year for words for me. In fact I have been off the boil for a couple of years really. Anyway, 2026, let's be having you as the elegant saying goes.
2025 poetry blog: The Ghost of Me
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2025 poetry blog: The Ghost of Me
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Can we talk into the wee hours about music and books and
The way that it makes us feel to dance on hilltops
When the wind is blowing a tune, tree sway and the last of adventures light
Splits the branches and halos you like a godly disco ball.
The way that it makes us feel to dance on hilltops
When the wind is blowing a tune, tree sway and the last of adventures light
Splits the branches and halos you like a godly disco ball.
January 2, 2026 at 1:03 PM
Can we talk into the wee hours about music and books and
The way that it makes us feel to dance on hilltops
When the wind is blowing a tune, tree sway and the last of adventures light
Splits the branches and halos you like a godly disco ball.
The way that it makes us feel to dance on hilltops
When the wind is blowing a tune, tree sway and the last of adventures light
Splits the branches and halos you like a godly disco ball.
The pretty lights twinkle
Through the
Frost covered windows.
It is a cold night.
Breath like a dragon smoking
Forty a day.
Through the
Frost covered windows.
It is a cold night.
Breath like a dragon smoking
Forty a day.
January 2, 2026 at 12:39 PM
The pretty lights twinkle
Through the
Frost covered windows.
It is a cold night.
Breath like a dragon smoking
Forty a day.
Through the
Frost covered windows.
It is a cold night.
Breath like a dragon smoking
Forty a day.
For twelve months, I was a ghost in the room. I blended into the wallpaper, the light fixtures, the IKEA chairs. I was a snow globe someone forgot to shake.
December 29, 2025 at 9:48 PM
For twelve months, I was a ghost in the room. I blended into the wallpaper, the light fixtures, the IKEA chairs. I was a snow globe someone forgot to shake.
See how the world spins for only fifty pence and a sheet of bounce.
December 10, 2025 at 7:05 PM
See how the world spins for only fifty pence and a sheet of bounce.
Why does everything have to be tapped or scrapped or presented with the volume cranked up to the max?
How does the influencer equivalent of “feel the quality of this piece of tat” help sell me an aspiration?
Maybe I have become my father because all I get sold is annoyance at the absurdity of it all
How does the influencer equivalent of “feel the quality of this piece of tat” help sell me an aspiration?
Maybe I have become my father because all I get sold is annoyance at the absurdity of it all
December 10, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Why does everything have to be tapped or scrapped or presented with the volume cranked up to the max?
How does the influencer equivalent of “feel the quality of this piece of tat” help sell me an aspiration?
Maybe I have become my father because all I get sold is annoyance at the absurdity of it all
How does the influencer equivalent of “feel the quality of this piece of tat” help sell me an aspiration?
Maybe I have become my father because all I get sold is annoyance at the absurdity of it all
There is an argument going on between the wind and the trees.
It has been raging now for awhile with neither side winning.
They both have a lot to say and it is getting heated.
I just want to sleep but the sound of disagreement is making my roof nervous.
It has been raging now for awhile with neither side winning.
They both have a lot to say and it is getting heated.
I just want to sleep but the sound of disagreement is making my roof nervous.
December 10, 2025 at 1:49 AM
There is an argument going on between the wind and the trees.
It has been raging now for awhile with neither side winning.
They both have a lot to say and it is getting heated.
I just want to sleep but the sound of disagreement is making my roof nervous.
It has been raging now for awhile with neither side winning.
They both have a lot to say and it is getting heated.
I just want to sleep but the sound of disagreement is making my roof nervous.
He needed words like he needed a cup of tea.
He needed a cup of tea like he needed an idea.
He needed an idea like he needed a form of government that wasn’t after his one lump or two.
He needed to get out more.
He needed a cup of tea like he needed an idea.
He needed an idea like he needed a form of government that wasn’t after his one lump or two.
He needed to get out more.
December 9, 2025 at 1:56 PM
He needed words like he needed a cup of tea.
He needed a cup of tea like he needed an idea.
He needed an idea like he needed a form of government that wasn’t after his one lump or two.
He needed to get out more.
He needed a cup of tea like he needed an idea.
He needed an idea like he needed a form of government that wasn’t after his one lump or two.
He needed to get out more.
Show me your life style
Show me your thoughts
Show me your painted on disgust
Show me your click bait
Show me your propaganda
Show me your “creative mind” tacked on to another’s example of art
Show me your society amusing itself to apathy
Show me your cost effective hair loss treatment
Show me
Show me your thoughts
Show me your painted on disgust
Show me your click bait
Show me your propaganda
Show me your “creative mind” tacked on to another’s example of art
Show me your society amusing itself to apathy
Show me your cost effective hair loss treatment
Show me
December 9, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Show me your life style
Show me your thoughts
Show me your painted on disgust
Show me your click bait
Show me your propaganda
Show me your “creative mind” tacked on to another’s example of art
Show me your society amusing itself to apathy
Show me your cost effective hair loss treatment
Show me
Show me your thoughts
Show me your painted on disgust
Show me your click bait
Show me your propaganda
Show me your “creative mind” tacked on to another’s example of art
Show me your society amusing itself to apathy
Show me your cost effective hair loss treatment
Show me
The whale in me
Wants to take on the harpoon.
Wants to take on the harpoon.
November 3, 2025 at 10:24 AM
The whale in me
Wants to take on the harpoon.
Wants to take on the harpoon.
Amazingly I have been prevented from walking through first class on a train in order to get to a seat. I didn’t want to sit in first class merely wander through it. Apparently not for the likes of me and my working class feet.
October 24, 2025 at 9:28 AM
Amazingly I have been prevented from walking through first class on a train in order to get to a seat. I didn’t want to sit in first class merely wander through it. Apparently not for the likes of me and my working class feet.
I want you to know that the thread that keeps me here is old, fraying & tangled.
I am contemplating a replacement. A new spool needs ordering.
A new colour needs picking out. I need it to catch the morning light & stretch to a distance yet to be reached.
Not much to ask of the life I have left.
I am contemplating a replacement. A new spool needs ordering.
A new colour needs picking out. I need it to catch the morning light & stretch to a distance yet to be reached.
Not much to ask of the life I have left.
July 27, 2025 at 11:06 PM
I want you to know that the thread that keeps me here is old, fraying & tangled.
I am contemplating a replacement. A new spool needs ordering.
A new colour needs picking out. I need it to catch the morning light & stretch to a distance yet to be reached.
Not much to ask of the life I have left.
I am contemplating a replacement. A new spool needs ordering.
A new colour needs picking out. I need it to catch the morning light & stretch to a distance yet to be reached.
Not much to ask of the life I have left.
There is a tired voice in my head questioning reality.
It is small, at the back of the brain, whispering its doubt.
It’s there. It has always been there.
Maturation with a doubting imagination posing as reality is like throwing dreams into the wind.
It is small, at the back of the brain, whispering its doubt.
It’s there. It has always been there.
Maturation with a doubting imagination posing as reality is like throwing dreams into the wind.
July 23, 2025 at 2:01 AM
There is a tired voice in my head questioning reality.
It is small, at the back of the brain, whispering its doubt.
It’s there. It has always been there.
Maturation with a doubting imagination posing as reality is like throwing dreams into the wind.
It is small, at the back of the brain, whispering its doubt.
It’s there. It has always been there.
Maturation with a doubting imagination posing as reality is like throwing dreams into the wind.
I have a playlist of sixty songs that mean a lot to me…Good Vibrations and Heroes and Villains are on it. Thanks for the music that lingers and makes the heart and soul better Mr.Wilson.
June 12, 2025 at 1:17 PM
I have a playlist of sixty songs that mean a lot to me…Good Vibrations and Heroes and Villains are on it. Thanks for the music that lingers and makes the heart and soul better Mr.Wilson.
Jacque Tati’s Playtime is a brilliant piece of cinema. I love every frame.
May 30, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Jacque Tati’s Playtime is a brilliant piece of cinema. I love every frame.
Even supposed safer spaces can be filled with the same scheming scamming scum. Be careful out there in social media land.
May 26, 2025 at 8:32 PM
Even supposed safer spaces can be filled with the same scheming scamming scum. Be careful out there in social media land.
The wave take my feet.
Sand swirled.
Seagulls gulled.
Ice cream vendors dream of restaurant flair.
I am drowning by the pier and amusements.
Life doesn’t flash past my eyes. A confused crab does.
Light on the epiphany which is a shame. Thought I was more interesting than that.
#Poetry
Sand swirled.
Seagulls gulled.
Ice cream vendors dream of restaurant flair.
I am drowning by the pier and amusements.
Life doesn’t flash past my eyes. A confused crab does.
Light on the epiphany which is a shame. Thought I was more interesting than that.
#Poetry
May 14, 2025 at 12:14 AM
The wave take my feet.
Sand swirled.
Seagulls gulled.
Ice cream vendors dream of restaurant flair.
I am drowning by the pier and amusements.
Life doesn’t flash past my eyes. A confused crab does.
Light on the epiphany which is a shame. Thought I was more interesting than that.
#Poetry
Sand swirled.
Seagulls gulled.
Ice cream vendors dream of restaurant flair.
I am drowning by the pier and amusements.
Life doesn’t flash past my eyes. A confused crab does.
Light on the epiphany which is a shame. Thought I was more interesting than that.
#Poetry
You talked the most
but I hold my own.
Conversation confuses me and I lapsed into contradiction.
It’s a thing I do when I get nervous. You make me nervous.
Not for nothing words used to come easy but then again I had something to say.
Now nervous oratory just sounds crapulent to me.
#Poetry
but I hold my own.
Conversation confuses me and I lapsed into contradiction.
It’s a thing I do when I get nervous. You make me nervous.
Not for nothing words used to come easy but then again I had something to say.
Now nervous oratory just sounds crapulent to me.
#Poetry
May 14, 2025 at 12:06 AM
You talked the most
but I hold my own.
Conversation confuses me and I lapsed into contradiction.
It’s a thing I do when I get nervous. You make me nervous.
Not for nothing words used to come easy but then again I had something to say.
Now nervous oratory just sounds crapulent to me.
#Poetry
but I hold my own.
Conversation confuses me and I lapsed into contradiction.
It’s a thing I do when I get nervous. You make me nervous.
Not for nothing words used to come easy but then again I had something to say.
Now nervous oratory just sounds crapulent to me.
#Poetry
There is a treasure map rattling around in that chest of yours, she said.
X marks the spot. I have shovels. Should I dig? Or has it been plundered already?
A gold plated heart and a doubloon and some change soul. It’s enough to buy a pirate ship someday.
#Poetry
X marks the spot. I have shovels. Should I dig? Or has it been plundered already?
A gold plated heart and a doubloon and some change soul. It’s enough to buy a pirate ship someday.
#Poetry
May 13, 2025 at 11:57 PM
There is a treasure map rattling around in that chest of yours, she said.
X marks the spot. I have shovels. Should I dig? Or has it been plundered already?
A gold plated heart and a doubloon and some change soul. It’s enough to buy a pirate ship someday.
#Poetry
X marks the spot. I have shovels. Should I dig? Or has it been plundered already?
A gold plated heart and a doubloon and some change soul. It’s enough to buy a pirate ship someday.
#Poetry