http://slow.writerscafe.org/DavidBroderick The original writings of author David Broderick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He was an “urban poet”,but the old-folks just sawwhat was written on the side of the Chinese takeaway.He was a “street artist”,but the parents just sawthe c**k and balls on thewall of the primary schoolOne day,he used fifteen different coloursto paint .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/343326/ We were ripples on the surface,We were both a blink in time,We were the clouds on the horizon,We were the mountains never climbed.I couldn’t tell you to stop,Before you jumped off the bridge;I couldn’t warn you that a bomb would fall,Bringing destruction and carnage A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/281126/ Maybe I get my point across better in the form of a poem? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/281107/ The classic muffin - the modern gents snack of choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/281092/ Not a poem, a song, so sorry that it doesn't read well. Written a while ago about a wet school bag - or, if you prefer, a soggy satchel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/280602/ Another song. I apologise once more for the fact it doesn't read well as a poem. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/280598/ Another song from months ago. Same applies to this one; it makes absolutley no sense as a poem. Sorry about that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/280592/ A song I wrote about six months ago. It makes no sense as a poem, so sorry about the way it's read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DavidBroderick/280587/