David Whalen

Gold Star - 4,751 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

881. Like A Kitten Left By The Road 1/7/2010
882. Exposing Yourself 1/16/2010
883. A Father's Lament 3/16/2010
884. Empty Old Houses 10/23/2009
885. Look Deeply Into A Woman's Eyes 4/13/2010
886. Ode To First Love 3/4/2015
887. Oft Saw My Dad Cry (To Dad) 6/16/2012
888. Ode To The Color Blue 3/12/2011
889. All Dogs Go To Heaven 11/28/2010
890. God's Lil' Snowflakes 12/5/2009
891. Sleeping Together 12/1/2009
892. If Only For A Little Longer 5/4/2013
893. When The Music Stops 12/7/2009
894. Lady April 4/2/2012
895. Living In The Past 10/28/2011
896. Invisible Children 6/15/2009
897. Are We Better Now Than Then (Stand Naked In Front Of A Full Length Mirror) 5/30/2009
898. Acknowledge Me 11/9/2009
899. Lonely Grey Lady At Mcdonalds 5/22/2009
900. Goodnight Kisses 8/26/2016
901. A Passing Breeze 7/4/2017
902. Root Beer Float Afternoon 12/15/2011
903. Lies About Tall Guys 4/29/2009
904. A Freudian Slip (Who Nose?) 6/29/2010
905. Ode To Spring 4/6/2014
906. The American Dream 3/2/2012
907. A Few Seconds To Read 1/29/2010
908. Answers 2/18/2010
909. The Most Boring Poem In The World 3/30/2010
910. A Blue Haiku (American Haiku) 11/19/2011
911. A Pen Gone Dry 6/16/2010
912. A Haunting Melody 4/13/2012
913. 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

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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