David Whalen

David Whalen Poems

A Spring morning
A warm Breeze
doves cooing softly
Pollen dusted trees
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Do you put your cart before the horse
Do you cast pearls before swine
Do you let things run their course
Are you just in the nick of time
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It's not lyrics…but
whispers
That lie ‘neath the melody
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I want to clear this matter up some way
And at the same time make my point

That love note I sent you the other day?
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Barren fields…empty places
Mind devoid of idea and rhyme
Sterile imagination…featureless faces
Webs in memories, frozen in time
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This Year It's all about me

I'll use sleight of hand
Be all smoke and mirrors
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Your Eyes


Mirrors of the soul
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I need a bottle of answers
Or at least a flask

A richness of remedy
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Heartbreak’s just another way of cryin’

Murder’s just another word for dyin’
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Things I'd like to see

A congressman with cojones
A president with pride
A government less regulated
And no agendas to hide
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Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings
You’re akin to that last piece of cake
The last sip of that delicious drink…
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It was one of those
kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows
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I want to tell my family
I want to tell those who are near
Please don’t look through me
Because…I’m still here
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Do I hear the sound of Angels?
Feel the hand of Reaper Grim…
Rest upon my shoulder
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Lonely Grey Lady At McDonalds


She has hunched over shoulders, looks under the weather
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Ode To Books

My glasses lay ‘pon open book
Whilst I give my eyes a respite
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Cry...cry long and hard
for me, Then forget me as
Just a passing breeze
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Invisible Children

Their mothers can see them, but to us they’re invisible
These fate-cursed little creatures with long lashed, limpid eyes
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Isn’t it strange
That everything looks
exactly the same…
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David Whalen Biography

. Grew up before teen years in Northside Cincinnati, Ohio then teen years lived near loveland Ohio. from midlife til now, reside in Las Vegas Nevada. Desperately want to move somewhere else! ! !)

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Joy Of Spring

A Spring morning
A warm Breeze
doves cooing softly
Pollen dusted trees

A few brave violets
A red streaked dawn
A very early robin
Earthworms in the lawn

Spring peeper frogs
Smell of dogwood blossoms
Nature’s petroglyphs in muddy bogs
Footprints left by possums

Easter eggs and bonnets
Chocolate rabbits, Missing ears
Jelly beans and sonnets
Spilled easter baskets, children’s tears

Parades,
leafy bowers
Lemonades
Spring showers

Spring mornings
Warm breezes
Deep breaths
Allergic sneezes

Smell of Fresh blossoms
Sound of birds as they sing
Joy of life.. joy of being…
…Joy of Spring

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