David Whalen Poems

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…There, but for the grace of God go I…
Is a thought I oft used to think
As I cast a hasty, judgmental eye
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So you not forget
My touch, I will just simply
Love you...twice as much`
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`You've never met me
Yet you know me

Face unfamiliar or perhaps...
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No such thing as lack
Of inspiration...just of
Imagination
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A crescent moon, sharp enough to prick one's finger on
A Sun that could sear one's eyes
Clouds buoyant enough to float away upon
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I can offer you no more my sweet
Than a tender loving hand
A caring heart… A kindly soul
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I know you said
I can't go bowling
And you'd rather I didn't
Go out and have
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As an Irishman,
tis my prerogative
To be an authority on all things
Great and small
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How curious the occasion
Of the funeral procession
Of a young and innocent being
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American Haikus (non-traditional)


Heaven's everywhere
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