David Whalen

Silver Star - 4,485 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

881. Invisible Children 6/15/2009
882. Wee Folk (Read Only If You Believe) 5/25/2009
883. Are We Better Now Than Then (Stand Naked In Front Of A Full Length Mirror) 5/30/2009
884. Acknowledge Me 11/9/2009
885. Lonely Grey Lady At Mcdonalds 5/22/2009
886. Goodnight Kisses 8/26/2016
887. A Passing Breeze 7/4/2017
888. Root Beer Float Afternoon 12/15/2011
889. Lies About Tall Guys 4/29/2009
890. A Freudian Slip (Who Nose?) 6/29/2010
891. Ode To Spring 4/6/2014
892. Ode To The Color Blue 3/12/2011
893. A Few Seconds To Read 1/29/2010
894. Answers 2/18/2010
895. The Most Boring Poem In The World 3/30/2010
896. When The Music Stops 12/7/2009
897. The American Dream 3/2/2012
898. A Blue Haiku (American Haiku) 11/19/2011
899. A Pen Gone Dry 6/16/2010
900. A Haunting Melody 4/13/2012
901. Joy Of Spring 4/1/2010
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

leafy bowers
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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