David Whalen

Gold Star - 6,643 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

961. Like A Kitten Left By The Road 1/7/2010
962. Empty Old Houses 10/23/2009
963. Look Deeply Into A Woman's Eyes 4/13/2010
964. Ode To First Love 3/4/2015
965. Oft Saw My Dad Cry (To Dad) 6/16/2012
966. Ode To The Color Blue 3/12/2011
967. All Dogs Go To Heaven 11/28/2010
968. God's Lil' Snowflakes 12/5/2009
969. Sleeping Together 12/1/2009
970. When The Music Stops 12/7/2009
971. A Father's Lament 3/16/2010
972. Lady April 4/2/2012
973. Living In The Past 10/28/2011
974. Invisible Children 6/15/2009
975. Are We Better Now Than Then (Stand Naked In Front Of A Full Length Mirror) 5/30/2009
976. Lonely Grey Lady At Mcdonalds 5/22/2009
977. Acknowledge Me 11/9/2009
978. A Passing Breeze 7/4/2017
979. Root Beer Float Afternoon 12/15/2011
980. Lies About Tall Guys 4/29/2009
981. Ode To Spring 4/6/2014
982. The American Dream 3/2/2012
983. A Few Seconds To Read 1/29/2010
984. Answers 2/18/2010
985. A Blue Haiku (American Haiku) 11/19/2011
986. A Pen Gone Dry 6/16/2010
987. Resolutions 2018 1/1/2018
988. The Most Boring Poem In The World 3/30/2010
989. A Freudian Slip (Who Nose?) 6/29/2010
990. A Haunting Melody 4/13/2012
991. Joy Of Spring 4/1/2010

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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...

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Growth And Trees

Growth

Trees are conceived just as humans are
from seeds the striplings rise
Yet rooted to one place
They grow
No choice where their future lies

Subject to nature’s way’s and whim’s

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