David Whalen Poems

There’s two things I know
That creates smiles and warm glows:
Halos… and banjos! !
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In the woods…
The shade
comes to listen
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A lovely young lady
was pounding and cursing
at my hotel room door
The other night
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Proud eagles fly high
Oe’r land and sea
Upon majestic, wide wings tipped
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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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The spectral glow of a bobbing lantern
As if tossed upon a stormy sea

Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed
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