David Whalen Poems

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What first catches my eye
Is a word…or a phrase
That exerts a pull realized
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Death’s no more than endless sleep
No need for knickers in a twist
No need pray to God
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I feel as one…now
With the grass and trees
Part and parcel
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It was just a gentle kiss
Then it grew a little stronger
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Of all the hues on Nature's palette
Tis the only one,
that at the same inspires,
Both passion and dread
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Something about things
Small and furry

Something about things
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This morning I had eggs
Sunny side up
Cooked in the grease
Of sage pork sausage
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In a flight of silken silence
Wings of velvet stroke
Pinions soft as melted butter
With touch as light as smoke
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Although my dearest beloveds
Have carried with them
A goodly portion
of my love and affections
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All am I now
Is poetry

The man I used to be
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