David Whalen

Silver Star - 4,108 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

481. Concerts Of Madness 8/4/2013
482. Just Desserts 8/17/2013
483. Things New And Strange 8/17/2013
484. Fingers Of Fall 8/17/2013
485. For Just An Instant 8/23/2013
486. Unspoken Goodbyes 8/27/2013
487. Patience Is 4/5/2013
488. Song Of Winter 10/10/2013
489. Optimism 11/2/2013
490. Through Infant's Eyes 11/8/2013
491. Gallery 11/15/2013
492. Could It Be 11/17/2013
493. The Face Of God 11/18/2013
494. Ode To Winter 11/19/2013
495. Fog Walking 11/23/2013
496. View From The Window 11/26/2013
497. I'M Not Like You 11/26/2013
498. Rx For Domestic Tranquility (A Senryu) 11/30/2013
499. Ruby's Eyes 12/8/2013
500. What Catches The Eye (A Poem-Like Essay) 12/10/2013
501. Knickers In A Twist 1/4/2014
502. Life Of Unpaid Debts 1/20/2014
503. Pretend 9/11/2013
504. Leaf Shadows Dancing 9/11/2013
505. Ode To Geraniums 5/4/2013
506. Truth 9/20/2013
507. Presences 8/31/2013
508. A Long Life Is... (Senryu) 9/27/2013
509. Love At First Sight 2/7/2014
510. Winter Haiku 2/9/2014
511. Awe And Wonder 2/9/2014
512. Revelations 2/10/2014
513. Decisions, Decisions (Senryu) 2/23/2014
514. Driveways End 3/1/2014
515. Give Of Life 3/2/2014
516. A Life Of Whimsy 3/21/2014
517. Childish Naivete Wondrous Times 3/30/2014
518. Who Am I Now 4/13/2014
519. Temporality 4/14/2014
520. Tender Mercies, Gentle Touch 4/16/2014
Best Poem of David Whalen

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...

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Equal In The End

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A coffin has six sides
A casket only four
When passing to the other side
Who's counting anymore

It's no longer a matter of how much...
No longer a matter of rich or poor
It's occupant feels not the satin touch
It's forever and finally naught but a box

...Just a box and no more...
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