David Whalen Poems

The genie is out of the bottle
Has stolen out into the night

Pandora's box is become unlocked
Things will ne'er again seem right
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I keep a notepad
On the nightstand by my bed
To jot down thoughts
that late at night, fill my head
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<center>Would you like to go with me?
Perhaps better not… to go!
I go into the woods at night you see
Neath Winter night's Moon glow
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<center>I like to watch old people
And imagine how they were
In their youth
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My diet's not working
It's easy to see
And my waist isn't
Getting any smaller
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In torrents of emotions
Are humans destined
To dwell
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Startled…I pulled up short
Taken aback by melancholy eyes
The visage in the portrait tore
My sight in deep surprise
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A mind at ease puts
A smile on ones face, but sex
Can do it better
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Why dreams? …
Why not
soft surcease instead?
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