profile image

David Lindsay

Email: djlindsay2@aol.com
Web: www.monologuedave.co.uk
Updated: Sun, 15 May 2016 12:20 am
Audio:

Loading the player…

Contact via WOL

Profile URL:

Biography

I am a big fan of many types of poetry and learnt a monologue/poem a week in 2011 and 2012 as a rather ambitious New Years Resolution took hold. Although some have slipped my mind since, doing this gave me some grounding and confidence to write some of my own, and have put together a booklet of 21 poems in early 2016 entitled "Brahms and Liszt - Congeries and selected poems". I'm a proud member of the WOL Gig Admin team, and one of the hosts and founding members of "Talking Zebras" - a Spoken Word Group based in Cleckheaton. I enjoy taking part in fundraisers, LitFests and concerts as well as going to (and sometimes hosting) local poetry and folk events - big and small. Some samples of my audio are here on this great website http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/davidlindsay#audio Video performances can be found on my YouTube Channel www.youtube.co.uk/monologuedave and my most recent news can be found on www.monologuedave.co.uk Wherever I go, whatever I do, I am always keen to meet new people and listen to new material / voices.

Samples

The Fox You might see me in the back streets By the light of the full moon With my look refined and cunning I will almost make you swoon Don't treat me as an enemy Or fear me as a foe Don't use evil words against me I'm a well-bred soul, you know I'm a smooth, suave, refined old chap A four-legged paradox Oblige me for a moment, please - I'm an urbane urban fox You've seen me on my rounds But I'm not heading for your bins No - you're far too quick to judge me Though, I confess - I have my sins One must eat to live, of course I'll not claim to be benign But I am a gracious, civil guest Where're I choose to dine The hen house holds a great appeal And I know how to pick the locks I do that with true style though I'm an urbane urban fox My poise and affable demeanour Give me access to any Mayfair club I'm a cut above the rural fox Who seems happy with his "pub" I'm not one to judge, of course I'm far too cool for that But jeans and a checked shirt? No! I choose a jacket and cravat No pints for me - it's G & T Or Martini on the rocks Oh yes, darling, I really am An urban urbane fox I can capture your attention With my wit and sharp brown eyes I'm keen to make a business deal Should my nose smell enterprise My fur is sleek, groomed and neat My tail swishes to impress My paw is keen to shake your hand When I'm ready to invest I truly never miss a trick When opportunity knocks I'm cordially yours I'm an urbane urban fox I enjoy reading high-brow lit Classical music was written for me Opera sets my spine a-tingle So does ballet, naturally I go shootin' with my country pals As for skiing - I'd rather not I find dancing is a pleasure though I love the Charleston and Fox Trot But don't class me as a Liberal I am rather orthodox Let's steer clear of politics I'm an urbane urban fox I'm polished. Well-mannered. Chic. Rich beyond compare Elegant and gallant And oh, so debonair But yes, I walk the city streets In the hours before the dawn There's something about the smell, you see To which I'm somehow, strangely drawn Don't judge me for that, please I'm just A four-legged paradox I thank you for your time - With love. Your urban urbane fox The View I'm sitting here Admiring the view Thankful for it's beauty It's comfort It's familiarity. I've been here before So I can close my eyes and picture it still And I know it all. Deep breath in Contented smile Snapshot made The scene is owned Then the eyes open As realisation strikes - I own nothing - I know nothing I don't know how each hill was formed the names of the farmers who built the stiles to every field or the names of those who now own those blankets of land I cannot begin to count every blade of grass to measure the mist to know the age and history of every tree The past of the very bench I'm sat on is a mystery to me The winding roads have their own heritage And I can't say who first walked it's length Or where that plodding bus was built Or where it's been since it's birth The cars stuck behind are heading on their own unique journeys I can't vouch as to where to or where from Far less state the words and thoughts of those cocooned inside Or declare the depth of any of the puddles they pass I can't tell you the wattage of the bulb Shining through that distant window Still less how warm the sun will feel in an hour Or the direction the wind came from, even ten seconds ago The provenance and future of those clouds Cannot be told by them Let alone by me. Eyes close once more I know nothing but the fact that this view In this moment Does belong to me And that maybe, somehow I'm all the wiser for knowing less

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Audio entries by David Lindsay

Red Ink (06/08/2016)

Loading the player…

The Tongue (25/07/2016)

Loading the player…

The Heart (04/06/2016)

Loading the player…

Keeper of The Heads (10/04/2016)

Loading the player…

The Pen (03/04/2016)

Loading the player…

First Walk with Hearing Aids (17/01/2016)

Loading the player…

Fire Monkey (04/01/2016)

Loading the player…

Kite Flying (16/11/2015)

Loading the player…

French Invasion (18/07/2014)

Loading the player…

5 Miles To Home (21/07/2013)

Loading the player…

More audio from David Lindsay…

Calendar

Upcoming Month Week Day

Left Arrow December 2012 Right Arrow

Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
Wk 48
25
0 events
26
0 events
27
0 events
28
0 events
29
0 events
30
0 events
1
1 event
Wk 49
2
0 events
3
0 events
4
0 events
5
0 events
6
0 events
7
0 events
8
1 event
Wk 50
9
0 events
10
0 events
11
0 events
12
0 events
13
0 events
14
0 events
15
1 event
Wk 51
16
0 events
17
0 events
18
0 events
19
0 events
20
0 events
21
0 events
22
1 event
Wk 52
23
0 events
24
0 events
25
0 events
26
0 events
27
0 events
28
0 events
29
0 events
Wk 01
30
0 events
31
0 events
1
0 events
2
0 events
3
0 events
4
0 events
5
0 events

Displaying 4 events (1 Dec 2012 to 31 Dec 2012)

Hover over an event to see the details. (Open Mic open mic event, WOL Write Out Loud event)

Saturday 01 December 2012

Saturday 08 December 2012

Cleckheaton » 3:00pm

Saturday 15 December 2012

Saturday 22 December 2012

Cleckheaton » 3:00pm

Viewed 33818 times since 24 Mar 2012

Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.

Comments

Profile image

Ann Foxglove

Sun 25th Mar 2012 13:47

Hi David - welcome to WOL. I am amazed at your powers of learning - I can't remember any of my poems! Good luck with the Cleckheaton gig, and the fundraising too. Hope you enjoy being part of WOL!

Profile image

Yvonne Brunton

Sat 24th Mar 2012 22:47

Hi, David, I'm impressed with the number of monologues you know.Have you got the Ottley poets work? I used to learn monologues as a kid but have since been depressingly lazy. I too write them though. What sort of material do you want for your Cleckheaton bash? I've not been there since I ran the Hillard's half marathon in nineteen nought plonk! But I'm not that far away in Doncaster. XX

View all comments

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message