David Whalen Poems

Lonely white rose…
Untended meadows

Deserted garden
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You can’t un-break a heart
Nor un-tell a lie

You can’t redo what’s been undone
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I think I’d like to be an orthodox Jew
At least for a little while

Wear a black suit, and a big black hat,
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Trees whisper of the coming winter
Leaves mutter among themselves

Seasons silently steal upon us…
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One of the loneliest feelings
in this world

And one that’s always sure
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A good part of magic
Is in the believing
And the magic of believing
Is in itself quite magical as well
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9/22/10 Nine years of war…for what?

Twelve hundred seventy seven
young American boys
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So many things
in this life to feel sorry for
Almost too many
for me to keep track
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A good poet can be likened
to an old blues singer
You’ve got to have experienced life
in all it’s rainbow variations
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Tracks in forests… of woodland creatures
Trails of shooting stars in summer skies
Tracks of rockets o’er bloody battlefields
Traces of wrinkles round wizened eyes
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