David Whalen Poems

You can’t buy happy!
But you can buy cookies. To
me, that’s the same thing
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<center>(If Poe had one, he might have written thusly)


The rhythmic thump
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It’s so hard
To tell
Raindrops from teardrops
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<center>I’m but a man of meager means
A man of simple pleasures
Tho’ deep endowed with eager dreams
I enjoy life’s simple treasures
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<center>Let us speak today
Of Marigolds
Those many petaled
Precious metal hued
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<center>Love My new lil’ Fiat,
When I park, crowds gather about
I’d be so much more proud
If they didn’t yell so loud
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Far below,
on misted beach
My ears perceive
The seabirds screech
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Night birds cries…cease suddenly
Sounds arise in drunken glee
The symphony starts, Fate’s curtain parts
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<center>No more summer’s warmth
Change in Nature’s menu…Frost
Is dessert Du Jour
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<center>All things, new and strange
To them must seem…I wonder…
What do babies dream?
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