Best David Poems
By David Kavanagh
On second thoughts
When instinct becomes
an educated guess
And improvisation
demands quick redress
Like thinking on one’s feet
if too drunk to stand
Be found all at sea
throwing up on dry land
Twisted situations
we find ourselves in
When bundles of joy
reek original sin
Smack on the butt
for showing a bit of cheek
Do everything perfect
get labelled a freak
Gestures, signals,
often appear to confuse
High five or fist bump
sweaty handshake defused
One or two fingers:
the bird a sign of peace
Kneel with respect
submissive purr on a leash
Diversions, promises,
never black and white
Passive aggression
silent treatment for slight
Jack in the box, ripper
jumps out with a knife
Break a leg, for the
performance of his life
Police warning: never
mess around with guns
Gut reaction sparks a
stampede, or the runs
Playing it very cool,
whilst feeling much heat
Praying devoutly,
burnt at stake for deceit
Sticking out one’s tongue
in contempt, no a kiss!
Sigh of relief
they were just taking the piss
Such is living, such is death
come friend or foe
On second thoughts
syllabic verse, or sh!tshow
By David Kavanagh
hms
The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe,
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over
As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope:
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”
The night; collected on the leaves,
drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium,
it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits
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I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze;
gilded words of adoration
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me,
strengthens me,
nurtures me
like Mermaid’s milk
Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...
With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.
So much is lost.
The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me.
Sing me a song while you do,
and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.
*****
Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part--
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :)
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...
It was our pride and joy, that boat...our prize.
We'd sail to Key West every year in fall,
After summer downpours left the noon.
We made our pact there as we both had suffered
from the plague ungluing all our lives.
Now, I'm here next to his pallid body -
pale blue masque on, jaw aslack, grotesque.
He made the leap; he had escaped, was gone
Upon a journey I could not attend.
He left me all alone to to sail solo.
Yet, he was captain and I his lowly mate.
Who would pull the spinnaker to catch the breeze?
Or talk with me as a person, unaffected?
Now, I was all alone just cast upon the water...
I sold that boat...
David, I just heard you'd started writing poetry,
so it made my day to get your rhyming note -
the first time in this school a note's been passed to me.
I always wished a boy like you would like me too.
You're smart and cute . I want for you to know
I've also had my blue-green eyes on you!
I like to dance. Do you? I think that we should meet.
I bet that a great dancer you would be,
and someone going far in life, for you're so sweet!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for Michael Falotico's
"Passing a Love Note" Poetry Contest
(I imagine this scene when David was 13 and had
just started his interest in poetry,and as he wrote in
his bio, was also on his way to becoming a ballroom dancer!)
The Star of David
I took a brisk hike on my street,
To meet with a few neighbors and
have eggnog and sumptuous treats.
What lovely lights sparkled in wine country,
everywhere!
Santa on Porches,reindeer galore,
Talking snowmen, said, "Hi, there!"
Wreaths on household doors.
I wrapped my wool scarf around my head..
Then I found something upon the
street, that upon which,I almost tread.
It was a red felt Star of David, lying
on the street.
Alone and cold, that starry night...
right in front of my feet!
I began to remember that Christ was a Jew.
So were Mary and Joseph, and
all the disciples, too.
I tried to remain tranquil and ponder.
Why these two great religions
seem so distant.
I simply hesistated and wondered,
It seemed terribly sad to me.
Because we all, indeed are family!
And to me Christ is Jewish,
Though many will get angry and
call me stupid and foolish.
When Jews got murdered as in
New Jersey lately,
Why all the hush to not see how
hateful, I pray thee!
I could not leave that lonely star
there, so of course it came home
with me.
I put the Star of David in a frame
in my home.
I remembered the flames of the
Holocaust.
And though, Christmas for us is
a time of peace
The attacks on Israel and Jews,
never cease.
December 16, 2019
Enticed by his faceted aspects
Political points show his honour
Policies opposed, David contests
Left wing woke folk admonished
Rawness of broad topics examined
Cowboy stories of recent history
Scenarios derived from within
Issues which play contemporary
David flavoured, his firm essence
Infuses my little with his lot
I honestly struggle to explain this
... never missed what I don't got
.. A man who won't take crap
Shallow hits roll off his jaw
My bull wouldn't just lapse -
He'd bleed it dry, peace restored
Faceless man tells me myriads
Written by unwavered conviction
Marathon stamina poem olympian
I, willing victim to his inflictions
Dreaming of David, strange concept
- exclusive, by myself for eight years
It's a choice to remain alone, heart kept
Relic packed away, oddly he endears
Hard nosed refusal to enter this century
Old school stance pings my deepest vibe
Unreasonable, how much it means to me
To absorb the jib of David 's scribe
Around three years his senior
In virus time, located overseas
I fixate on his strong demeanour
In lurid choc chip fantasies
12th September 2020
David Meade
It’s been over a month
And not a verse, or line
No limerick or witty fair
No Haiku or Hitachi or Kyoto flair
Left with no choice
No new material to feed
We must come up with those albums
Of compilations indeed
The top 20 hits of David Meade
David Meade’s best Love poems
Top Hits 2014 of David Meade
David Meade says Haiku to you
Top 10 Dancing poems by David Meade
Haiku Haiku its poems of Meade we do
To David …. The One With A Lion’s Heart
I never knew you...
At least this side of eternity…
In a way though….
I did know you….
I recognize your heart…
I know the pain of the struggle…
To keep one’s head above water…
Trying not to drown amidst the pain…
Tired of going under…again and again…
Weary of struggling to stay in this life…
Wanting with all one’s heart to be free from the pain and struggle…
To be with Jesus…the Lover of Your Soul….
Running free in the fields of heaven…
Free from the torments of this life...
I know the pain of being confined to the “healing hospital”…
Where one’s dignity is taken away…
Where one’s voice is not heard...
Where no one asks “why?”…
Where you feel alone and scared and misunderstood….
I know the pain of no one understanding the depths of despair…
That life is too much…too hard to continue the journey...
You were a sensitive soul…
You felt deeply and passionately about life…
Your heart ached for those whose voice was silenced…
You roared like the mighty Lion of Judah…
For those who could not roar….
You felt the pain and suffering of the weak and broken…
David…you …a protector and warrior for the down trodden…
You …a man after God’s heart…
You knew His Heartbeat…
You.. so loved by your family and friends...
You were broken…
You are healed and whole now….
Your heart is free from pain and ache and longing…..
I long for the day when I can meet you …
Face to face…spirit to spirit….
And give you a hug….and say…
Words that I wished I could have said face to face to you on earth:
I know…it is ok…I understand…
You could not hold on one more minute…one more hour…one more day…
There is no condemnation….no blame..no shame...
Rest now…in the loving embrace of your Heavenly Father…
You are so loved…..
You are home now….
by Elise Hendry
December 9, 2018
YESHUA BEN DAVID
There was a man named Yeshua Ben David, sent by Heaven, to set free captive souls,
to redeem you and me, to take our stripes, and die upon a tree.
There was a man named Yeshua Ben David
a man he was, and God He is, and forever will He be, our LORD, our Savior, our
Messiah, from the curse of sin He set us free.
There was a man named Yeshua Ben David
who guides us all in Torah's way, whose glory to gaze on we will someday, who took
from us, sin's great weight.
There is a man named Yeshua Ben David
who was, is, and always will be, KING of kings, and LORD of lords, a man, our God
forever more.
Henry David Thoreau
Spent two years in a one room chateau
Went to the pond to dip his booty
No dice – lifeguards off-duty
*Image of Star of David by ClipArt.
Star of David
Ah!
These
stars, for
they all seem
to wedge the whole
nighttide tract of our perpetual sphere's vaulted ceiling, that
lingers on their ambiguous tethered strings, consumed
by a grand dark expanse beyond where imagination
lays their vast secrets, and inspirations dares a
peek, while aspirant souls ventures a quest to
scope a noble claim, and bestowed a fame but,
beware for a twinkle will cause one to blink, for 'twas
an alternate reality, one that is earthbound perchance be a
different sort of star
'twas saved, dates
from past, a gift
be his name
David,
EL
2019 May 10
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand Visual
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 01
David was an artist - before you and me
A Jewish psalmist - famous for Ps. 23
Various prayers had been sung, by Moses
In particular, psalm 90: before Time itself
David's God had been our Provider
Showing us faithfulness, generation by generation
Prove me, said David, but with Mercy
LORD, I sin against You when I sin at all
Ever pleaded thus: All sin is rebellion
Against father-creator? He takes sin personally
NOTES: Psalm 51: 11- "Do not cast me from your Presence or take your Holy Spirit from me," cried David. Wash me, and I'll be whiter than snow!
DAVID was restored by God, now called 'a man after God's own heart,' and David became Israel's most beloved king. 'Beloved' is the meaning of David's name, too. Shalom, shalom. Ps.51 is changing me, hallelujah
.
Sin is a revelation. It is God who shows us OUR sin. He also points to the BLOOD OF JESUS as the antidote. Sin is only seen to be SIN - against God - when He reveals it. Otherwise WE just talk of it as a wrong against a sibling. Or sin as an antisocial act, or an inconvenience, or a disability, or some such thing. I feed that is often the extent of the message if a ' social gosoel' - to be rid of sin as a hindrance to human relationships and progress. When God shows us sin we see how far we are from His values, His canon, His standards.
This is not a life of morbid self-examination. We do NOT walk WITH sin but we walk with JESUS. A scwe walk with Jesus in childlike faith and fellowship with Him, we can reverse the Cup that stopped running over for us. He who is LIGHT, with whom we are walking, will clearly show us what hi dering sin affects the flow into our Cups of Life.
God does not speak in terms of general condemnation, toward despair ... He speaks in simple, specific terms of actual sin/s in the PRESENT MOMENT (not past, future, etc). He speaks of that sin/s that is hi dering the inner witness of His Spirit in us.
I am using words of Norman Grubb, CONTINUOUS REVIVAL (CLC Publications, 1997. Pages 31 - 32). The poem I wrote about Kind David and Psalm 51 ( his repenting for adultery with Bathsheba) is the good news. God is ready to take us back in his arms, from the begging to any end, once we change our inclination to sin. David did, Peter did; Satan and Judas did not. ThanX Readers, shalom Shalom in Jesus the CHRIST. Amen
Giant Goliath never triumphed over young David
That’s instilled in each Bible story reader’s heart, verily avid
Arrogance always meets failure along strong faith’s fight
When trust in God prevails as did David with all his might.
Persistent to vanquish rude behavior
David, with poise, faced the haughty warrior
Then through his empowered sling
Came the killer stone’s great zing
Proving God’s power as most superior.
Thus was shepherd David’s rise to phenomenal fame
Acclaimed Israel’s king* who exalted the Lord’s name…
Yet midst his downfall caused by human nature’s weakness
He still cleaved to God’s love for triumphant blissfulness.
*Acts 13:22 …He (God) raised up unto them David to be their king; to whom also he gave testimony, and said, I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, which shall fulfil all my will.
September 18, 2019
Honorable Mention, "Clerimerick Couplets (Hybrid Form)" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 9/28/2019.
And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view
He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew
Moses on some mountain, taking down the tablets god drew
Jesus climbing Calvary, being mocked by fellow Jews
Later history repeats, Galileo scanned the sky
Finds Earth isn’t the centrepiece, gets nailed for asking why
Then Newton made his calculations, watching apples fly
The serpent began nodding, he once gave apples a try
But the overall picture changed, when Einstein measured light
Bending it around stars, real answers warped into sight
His space predictions tied loose ends, causing a major fight
Others found black holes in the theories, they seemed none too bright
Wheelchair bound Hawking figured, but words wouldn’t roll his way
The serpent still hissing, refused to give the game away
Dawkins said god’s a delusion, so there’s no need to pray
Guth papered over cracks, his inflation holds out today
But who is this strange serpent, slithering about the tree
A messenger from our future, or some demigod ET
Charm from my imagination, man’s plain misogyny
Well if you look hard enough earthlings, you may see it’s we!
So there you have my story, blueprints are sketchy indeed
Just like I left out Darwin, because of half truths he freed
What about god, what about god David, who plants our seed
Well like most people, I’ll go searching in my hour of need
By
David Kavanagh