Biography of David Whalen
old, yet like gold, getting better with the years.
Grew up before teen years in Northside Cincinnati, Ohio
then teen years lived near loveland Ohio. from midlife til now, reside in Las Vegas Nevada.
Desperately want to move somewhere else! ! !
David Whalen's Works:
Only have two published poems to my credit so far
David Whalen Poems
Joy Of Spring
A Spring morning A warm Breeze doves cooing softly Pollen dusted trees
A Haunting Melody
It's not lyrics…but whispers That lie ‘neath the melody
A Blue Haiku (American Haiku)
A Pen Gone Dry
Barren fields…empty places Mind devoid of idea and rhyme Sterile imagination…featureless faces Webs in memories, frozen in time
The Most Boring Poem In The World
Do you put your cart before the horse Do you cast pearls before swine Do you let things run their course Are you just in the nick of time
Are We Better Now Than Then (Stand Naked...
Better Now Than Then? (stand naked in front of a full length mirror and try not to giggle or gag) We were then:
An Even Dozen (Human Needs)
I wondered what the basic needs Of the average human could be I know these don’t apply to everyone But they do apply to me
I need a bottle of answers Or at least a flask A richness of remedy
A Few Seconds To Read
Heartbreak’s just another way of cryin’ Murder’s just another word for dyin’
The American Dream
Things I'd like to see A congressman with cojones A president with pride A government less regulated And no agendas to hide
Ode To The Color Blue
There’s ever so much more to blue Than just a color It’s as much an emotion As it is a hue
Ode To Spring
<center> Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings You’re akin to that last piece of cake The last sip of that delicious drink…
Lies About Tall Guys
Just seems like it’s that way to me Taller guys seem to get executive jobs Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
A Freudian Slip (Who Nose?)
I want to clear this matter up some way And at the same time make my point That love note I sent you the other day?
Growth And Trees
Trees are conceived just as humans are
from seeds the striplings rise
Yet rooted to one place
No choice where their future lies
Subject to nature’s way’s and whim’s