David Whalen

Silver Star - 4,108 Points [David O'Haolin (My ancestral Celtic name)] (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

David Whalen Poems

281. Stupidity... Ripple... And Me 7/9/2011
282. Precious Wonder 7/10/2011
283. Moonglow And Memories 7/13/2011
284. The Blue Nowhere 7/15/2011
285. Six Locks 7/17/2011
286. Did I Do Something Write? 7/22/2011
287. Happy Fourth Of July America! 7/2/2011
288. Fog... And Tighty Whiteys 7/31/2011
289. To Chat With A Raven 4/30/2011
290. Suggestive Haikus 8/8/2011
291. Lil' Boys, Tiny Birds And Bb Guns 8/11/2011
292. On Living Life 8/19/2011
293. Dreamland 8/20/2011
294. Sweet Lucy 8/26/2011
295. Qualities Of Light 8/28/2011
296. Couple Of Weeks 9/1/2011
297. Want To Touch You 9/2/2011
298. Random Opinions And Ruminations 9/3/2011
299. Candle In The Dark 9/5/2011
300. First Leaf Of Fall To Fall 9/5/2011
301. Haikutherapy (Non-Traditional/Americanized Style) 9/8/2011
302. Fall...(In The Raw) 9/10/2011
303. Before The Buildings Fell 9/11/2011
304. Haikus Out The Wazoo 9/23/2011
305. Lost In Translation 9/25/2011
306. Puzzling 9/25/2011
307. On Observing Beauty -Seven Senryus 9/30/2011
308. The Age Of Fall 10/3/2011
309. Falliteration... Autumnal Pause 10/7/2011
310. A Fine Red Mist (A Magical And Entertaining Thought) 10/7/2011
311. Readers Are Judge And Jury 10/9/2011
312. An Easy Haiku (To Write) 9/18/2011
313. How To Breathe Diamonds 10/12/2011
314. Alone 10/12/2011
315. Don'T It Feel Good? 10/15/2011
316. Taste Of Honey 10/18/2011
317. Sidewalk Cracks And Mother's Backs 10/21/2011
318. Ol' Fools And Dreamcatchers 10/29/2011
319. My Favorite Halloween Word 10/31/2011
320. Evening Conversations...Small Town U.S.A. 11/1/2011
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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Equal In The End

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A coffin has six sides
A casket only four
When passing to the other side
Who's counting anymore

It's no longer a matter of how much...
No longer a matter of rich or poor
It's occupant feels not the satin touch
It's forever and finally naught but a box

...Just a box and no more...
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