David Whalen

Silver Star - 4,128 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

521. Tender Mercies, Gentle Touch 4/16/2014
522. Ruminations Over Morning Coffee 4/18/2014
523. Spare A Moment 4/23/2014
524. Delightful (Senryu) 4/27/2014
525. Age 5/26/2014
526. What Say The Winds 6/11/2014
527. Trail Of Wonder 6/13/2014
528. An Untimely Haiku 6/15/2014
529. Remember Me (Like This) 6/16/2014
530. Never Grow Up (Senryu) 9/29/2013
531. Quick Little Kiss 1/31/2014
532. Hopeless 7/11/2014
533. Tiny Lords Of Majesty 7/14/2014
534. Soft Summer Night 8/7/2014
535. Leaving Las Vegas 8/10/2014
536. More Than Just Memories 8/22/2014
537. What It Would Take 8/22/2014
538. Of Transient Nature (Fall) 9/29/2014
539. Gaze Fixed Out To Sea 10/26/2014
540. A Knightly Senryu 11/5/2014
541. Deathly Senryu 11/10/2014
542. Only Places After All (Senryu) 11/16/2014
543. Whisper Of The Stars 11/22/2014
544. I Wish 12/24/2014
545. Only Once... 1/1/2015
546. Of Course Not! 1/19/2015
547. Today (Senryu) 3/15/2015
548. Haiku Of Spring 3/28/2015
549. Old Hearts Can Be Broken 3/29/2015
550. Matters Of The Heart 3/29/2015
551. Body Language 4/1/2015
552. Heartfelt Senryu 4/2/2015
553. Sound Of A Heart Breakin' 4/4/2015
554. Tempting Fate...Over Coffee...At Mcdonalds 4/6/2015
555. A Cautionary Tale 4/7/2015
556. Ode To Old Clocks 4/12/2015
557. Let's Just Chat 4/18/2015
558. I'M Sure They Do 4/19/2015
559. Just In Case 4/30/2015
560. In Nature 5/2/2015
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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Not If, But When

Not If, But When?

Dim sunrise on a gray, smoky city
Cars line the roads, slowly rusting
Winds blowing ash, harsh and gritty
Acidic smog gives an evil dusting

Tires melted to pavement, rubber pools of blackness
Window Glass sagging from kiln-like heat

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