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If Only For A Little While

Your children only hold your hand For a little while Before they push you away But there’ll come a day When they’ll likely say “Hold my hand, don’t go away” Hold my hand a little longer “Please stay!” “please stay!” …”Please stay”…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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A Poet's Ode To Poets

We’re different you and me …We’re obsessed… no more or less Our minds embroiled With words that boil Not at ease at all unless… We’re writing down Each word or sound That grabs our needy mind Our brains twirl in a greedy swirl Til that perfect phrase We find… It’s a torment It’s a torture It’s a State of stress ecstatic It’s idiopathic… psychopathic It’s idiosyncratic But it’s what we are… It’s who we are… And we’re different you and me We’re simple poets Moved by destiny… Possessed no more or less And it’s what we have to be because …We’re obsessed!!…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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Remember Me Like this

Remember me (like this)… A smile that made your heart Feel lighter A word that made your Day brighter An embrace you only wanted To be tighter Please remember me… Like this Forget the frowns Forget the pouts Forget the downs The angry bouts Forget the times I wasn’t there Forgive me for that Frigid stare and… Remember me like this… A hug whenever you Needed one A back rub… late at night A place to go to When you felt so low A touch that felt So right Remember me… The provider for the family Companion always there Old friend and confidante Cuddly Teddy bear Gentle soul with good intentions A moral man who could not lie Humble man with no pretensions A man you can’t forget, even if you try A stubborn man…I’ll give you this A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss A man always ready with a tender kiss So when, (and if…) you reminisce Please remember me …Like this…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014

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An Inhuman Presence

(If Poe had one, he might have written thusly) The rhythmic thump ‘gainst the floor That resounds Both day and night That gentle rustle, That familiar bustle That accompanies me Through deepest, darkest night That calms my soul And fills the hole That void that Would otherwise exist Presence there That ne’er E’er, ceases to persist Whose touch I feel And who so insists… That I touch in turn And caress in delight… And whose tail thumps Rhythmically, faithfully (and light) And is the measured metronome That calms hearth, heart and home My canine friend, e’er true blue Who helps me through The deepest…darkest…dreary night

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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Prison Of Memories

The past always returns to haunt us Old debts demand to be paid The very best hand Of many a man Stays un known And remains unplayed Some men wish to be In alliance with Angels But alas, e’en more opt To owe a debt of allegiance To the dark… And deep within those sad souls Lie haunted black holes Absent of light Not e’en a scintilla nor spark They yearn to return To a world once spurned… But once the die is cast The past holds fast And Fate and Karma decrees… For lack of their wisdom They be trapped in a prison A prison made of …memories…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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A Winter Ode

Crisp…Crisp the night! ‘Pon cheeks as white as snow Crazy quilt of rimed patterns Limned upon the window Soft…soft the lacy flakes! Each one unique and new Blanket o’er land and lakes Winter’s take on dew Games…games of Fox and Hound! Pristine drifts of frosting Turned into frigid battlegrounds with Brief truces for time defrosting Steam…cottony steam! Wool mittens too near the flame Cold stiff fingers, white as cream Toes frozen from the game Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh) Sounds muffled by the fluff Of snow so deep not e’en a peep Can struggle up through the stuff Smoke…writhing smoke! Reaching for the sky Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving Rising with a sigh Winter…cold, cold hard winter! Makes Summer wishes come to light Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter …Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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Farewell My Sweet

Passed away this day 11/16/2012 A bright light in our lives That was always so giving Could not have been sweeter Nor softer in manner. To fade into history Will e’er be a mystery Seems the sweetest are chosen O’er all of the rest And whose absence will be felt For e’er so long… We’ll all miss their presence Farewell my beloveds …Twinkies and ding dongs… (at least they went together)

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2012

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Ode to Now

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 Through endless cerulean skies Soft shoulder to rest one’s head on Soft breath upon one’s cheek Amazing Grace sung by a brace of Angels What more could a mortal seek A dragonfly alit upon one’s finger Tresses tossed by capricious breeze Eyes tight closed in profound repose This is indeed Heaven…at one’s knees Best seize the moment, hold tight the day Hear the Cosmic song Heed close the sound that’s all around Far too soon …twill all be gone…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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Ode To The Beast

One eye of burnished brown The other of glowing yellow Coat the color of loamy ground An imposing, fearsome fellow Peers about and leaves no doubt Those orbs so fiercely feral That to try to pet, one might regret Best be done at one’s own peril Muzzle abounding with teeth so white Sharp claws clicking upon the stones Jaws and claws and gaping maw Designed each and all for crushing bones God only knows what that cold wet nose Can sense, scent and conjure up… For now tho’ at least, he’s a tiny beast Na’ more than a warm, wriggly, Wee pup

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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Easter Bunny and Chocolate ears

Of Easter bunnies
I have no fears… I simply
Bite off both their ears!

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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