David Whalen Poems

Confidence, …‘shrinks’ tell us
is only an illusion
Reflecting only, the facts and feeling
At, and of, a particular time
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Give me Nature, my dog,
My parrokeets…
For company as I grow older
And more feeble
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Now to smell
the flowers
Alone
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I would see the old lady in the halls where I did volunteer work.
About eighty plus years old, with the bent over shuffle of the very old or very feeble.Pushing her walker laboriously, yet with determination as she went to her appointments.

I stopped often to talk to her, usually in the cafeteria where she had her favorite spot.
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Nature opens itself more
To people who look deeply
Than to those that bother
Only to just see
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Today I solemnly resolve to say nothing
Not to observe nor write a single line
I won't even mention the man dressed like a cowboy
Nor that voluptuous chick lookin' fine
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I am tall, handsome,
an outstanding lover
Athletic, slim,
a romance novel cover
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<center>It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
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The gravity of blood
Holds tight the satellites
Of family and
The ties that bind
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