David Whalen Poems

Oil on troubled water
Grease on squeaky wheel

Quiet as a mouse am I
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An ol’ buddy proudly showed me
his new hearing aid

And advised me to invest in
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Clouds gathered in the southwest
Hastening the early darkness
Given to this early time of the year
A few flitting silhouettes
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Small kids…girls and boys
Should not have to live in worlds
Without joy or toys
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I awoke last night
In broken heart city
I had a dream last night
But didn’t dream it was true
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Will this be
The last Spring
I see?
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When will Winter leave?
Frost and ice, …no longer nice!
When will Spring return? ? ?
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A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights
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