David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,733 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

921. Exposing Yourself 1/16/2010
922. A Father's Lament 3/16/2010
923. Ode To First Love 3/4/2015
924. Oft Saw My Dad Cry (To Dad) 6/16/2012
925. The Oldest Love Poem In The World (4000 Years Old) 2/14/2011
926. Ode To The Color Blue 3/12/2011
927. All Dogs Go To Heaven 11/28/2010
928. God's Lil' Snowflakes 12/5/2009
929. Sleeping Together 12/1/2009
930. If Only For A Little Longer 5/4/2013
931. When The Music Stops 12/7/2009
932. Lady April 4/2/2012
933. Living In The Past 10/28/2011
934. Invisible Children 6/15/2009
935. Are We Better Now Than Then (Stand Naked In Front Of A Full Length Mirror) 5/30/2009
936. Empty Old Houses 10/23/2009
937. Acknowledge Me 11/9/2009
938. Lonely Grey Lady At Mcdonalds 5/22/2009
939. Goodnight Kisses 8/26/2016
940. A Passing Breeze 7/4/2017
941. Perhaps Stardust 12/6/2017
942. Root Beer Float Afternoon 12/15/2011
943. Look Deeply Into A Woman's Eyes 4/13/2010
944. A Freudian Slip (Who Nose?) 6/29/2010
945. Lies About Tall Guys 4/29/2009
946. Ode To Spring 4/6/2014
947. A Few Seconds To Read 1/29/2010
948. Answers 2/18/2010
949. The Most Boring Poem In The World 3/30/2010
950. A Blue Haiku (American Haiku) 11/19/2011
951. A Pen Gone Dry 6/16/2010
952. Resolutions 2018 1/1/2018
953. The American Dream 3/2/2012
954. A Haunting Melody 4/13/2012
955. 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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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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