David Whalen Poems

Rain upon windows…
Dark bedroom walls

Shimmering pastel mists
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A worldly man must first insist
That things of beauty still exist

That poetry must… in this world
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Pastel blue eggs in robin’s nest
Spring breeze blows softly from the west

Kneading ripples on languid lake
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Words are my toys
I have no others

Words are my playmates
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Lord knows why
we just can’t read

The handwriting emblazoned
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No, my friends...
I’m afraid he doesn’t
At least he never has
to me
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Take me…
Take me away.

Into your world
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I tried a new diet
nothing but coconuts and bananas
But I soon found
it wasn’t for me
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