Best Kettler Poems
I walk past empty bedrooms that once held my boys
The beds made so perfect, the absence of noise
Books there on the book shelf and not upon the floor
No ear-splitting music, no slamming the door
It’s eerily quiet now these once busy dens
These bunkers of bustle with brothers and friends
They’re off to college now the closets are clean
They only come home now on days in between
The weeks of the study the homework and toil
With loads of their laundry all dirty with soil
These nice empty bedrooms so tidy and neat
Just aren’t the same in their pristine retreat
As when the sneakers are thrown in a corner
The fridge it is drained like an unwilling donor
The noise and the smell of exercised teens
Showing off muscles with biceps and spleens
Banging a cupboard while toasting some bread
At three in the morning before heading to bed
Now some dorm at the coast, in some far away place
Or corner of frat-house who’s presence they grace
Our bedrooms are empty the rooms nice and quiet
The sheets all in place and the fridge on a diet
But once in a while it all comes to life
Things they are back to the brotherly strife
Rooms not so tidy and sharp as a knife
As when we’re alone…just me and my wife
David Kettler
Would we love a baby’s laugh
if we never heard it scream?
Would we grasp reality
without the vision or the dream?
Would the brightness of the sunrise
mean as much without the night?
Would the trophy from the victory
mean as much without the fight?
Do we appreciate the inside
after being locked without?
Does the shadow of the unknown
help us grasp what life’s about?
Would we ever feel the joy
if we never felt the pain?
Loved the warmth of sunshine
if it wasn’t for the rain?
When the darkest times of sorrow
on our path came bearing down
Did it not define the joyfulness
that later we have found?
If never were we down
would we then not know what’s up?
If once we tasted dregs
would we lift another cup?
If never did we die
then never would we live
Most likely would we miss
what life would like to give
So one defines the other
on this path that we will go
Life is all about…
the twin scenario
David Kettler
Written 9/22/10
Clouds without water in a thirsty land
The promise of life for barren sand
Intense longing from a thirsty sky
Expectation has left us dry
Our fruitful valley the world does feed
But now it's US who are found in need
Of life-giving water from high above
Show us a sign...show us the love
The hope and longing are the hardest part
A promise in the clouds where the rain would start
The dark sky is threatening, the thunder it rolls
But the ground is dying...thirst is all that it knows
The seeds they look up, and the branches do too
At clouds without water...who pass right on through
Begging for moisture, life-giving to bring
Drought in its soil...hope in its cling
David Kettler
My dog is not a manly dog,
she’s my dog just the same
A manly dog rides in a truck
and retrieves the hunted game
My dog, she is a lady dog…
when we got her she was small
A little puff of fluffy fur…
all wrapped up in a ball!
They told us she would stay that way,
but her waistline it went south!
Everything that hits the floor
just ends up in her mouth!
A cookie here and a cracker there
now she’s a butterball.
And when she steps up on the scale,
the Vet’s face says it all!
I love the Pit Bulls’ bully grin
I love the Labrador
I love the Husky’s arrogance
And Sheep Dogs even more
But none of them would last a day
In my Dutch wife’s clean abode
But Mollie she has passed the test
and has never hit the road
I sure don’t feel real manly
when I take her for a walk
The neighbors they just kind of grin
But deep inside they mock
“That big ol’ guy; that little dog”…
I feel like such a sap!
Mollie really does belong
asleep on Grandma’s lap!
Now she’s getting on in years
her jump is not so high
She really hates to get her bath
when soap gets in her eye
The day will come when Mollie dies
and yes I’ll get choked up
Remembering my little puff
who once was just a pup!
David Kettler
March 23rd 2011
It’s all about the art- and not about the chart
About the story being told, not coins or bags of gold
Does it come from deep inside, from that hidden secret place?
The emotion from within, the page of life to grace
It’s all about the art- the song being sung
The lyrics of my life, the bell that’s being rung
Long hours spent, must be spent in love
The practice, the drive, to reach the stars above
It’s all about the art- not about the game
The gift that we give, not coveting the fame
The call of the road, the journey of life
The spoonful of joy, the cut of the knife
It’s all about the art- it’s all about the love
When talent and desire, fit just like a glove
The picture being painted, the sketch being drawn
From the last crimson sunset, to early morning dawn
It’s all about the art- the gift that we leave
Intricate fabric, of the legacy we weave
Life is not a fake, a lie or crafted cheat
What is real is all that counts, upon the final sheet
It’s all about the art, the gut the sweat the heart
It’s all about the art, from the finish to the start
David Kettler
The other day I was listening to a song on Pandora that I really liked and immediately I found myself scrolling to find out if the singer had written the song. I realized that many times I find myself doing that and I guess the reason is that it helps me try to identify with the artist and match the emotion of the voice with the emotion of the writing. More and more I find myself rejecting so called pop-music that is generated, manipulated, often plagiarized and butchered beyond belief all for the aim of climbing some so-called chart. This line came to me on my way to work that day…”It’s all about the ART…NOT about the chart!! After a good thanksgiving meal yesterday at Grandmas and a long night spent in a turkey coma…this poem came out this morning.
The Wagon
The Radio Flyer that carried my friend
The hay wagon ride at October’s end
The seat in the car that faced to the back
The kids making faces, through rear window crack
The little wagon, that rolled up the street
The wheel that would squeak…
And the ice cream was sweet
My buddy and me with horsepower one
Holes in our shoes, but man it was fun!
Our wagon we left to sit in the rain
To gather some rust, and childhood pain
Just an old wagon, no power of its own
To pull through the streets
While your childhood is on loan
The handle hangs down, in the middle it’s bowed
At my command, it goes where it’s towed
Carrying treasure like toys sticks and pearls
Along with my memory, of pony-tailed girls
It’s long gone now, sold at the sale
But it took me a ways…up life’s little trail
David Kettler
Just one voice upon the wind
The trees they sway the leaves they spin
Just one man in one brief vapor
Breathing thoughts that form within
Just one voice among so many
Casting forth my latest spin
Sharing wisdom for a penny
Hoping to be heard again
Just one voice above the roar
Trying hard to reconnect
Stand and knock at reason’s door
Seeking truth to recollect
Just one voice then I’ll be quiet
The wind will still the leaves will fall
Not too sure one soul will buy it
Not sure it will count at all
Just one voice- just one choice
Speak or ever hold your peace
Breathing soft the winds rejoice
Till the falling leaves all cease
David Kettler, 12/24/15
My friends are convalescing
In their beds they lay
The truth there lies before me
Future come what may
Aches are my companion
Pain a faithful friend
Rigor mortis is a buddy of mine
He’ll be there in the end
The nurse is such a sweetie
Gives me what I wish
I know she means so very well
Just wish she spoke English!
The future is so bright
It glows an urgent red
It’s supposed to call the doctor
The janitor came instead
I guess I better stop right now
I think its best I pause it
Seeing I went number one
Inside the clothing closet!
David Kettler
1/06/19.
Dead Little Bird
A dead little bird, alone on the ground
No open window, no entrance was found
The light in his eye slowly burns out
No riding the wind- no flying about
The rude awakening of glass that was there
The wall, so transparent-no need to beware
So inviting the room seemed to be inside
So fatal the secret the room had to hide
The bird now is helpless to flee from its plight
Enemies circle and wait for the night
Once free and alone on the wing of its flight
The sad little bird is a sad little sight
Beware little one as you flutter about
Of things transparent… that leave only doubt
Much better the wing on the wind to be found
Than a dead little bird…alone on the ground
David Kettler
When those around me can do no wrong
It’s a wonderful state of mind
When it’s their voices amplifying the song
The most beautiful singing I find
I like myself better when I love them
And the light shines bright in their eyes
My love for them is filled to the brim
Like the stars fill the nighttime skies
When others around me seem to walk on water
It’s not that I’m in denial
I’m just thinking of them as I probably ought to
And loving them all of the while
Every fault I overlook in another
And weakness I just don’t see
Is looking at them as they appear to their mother
And not as they appear to me
I like myself better when I’m loving my brother
When I’m loving my sister you see
Petty differences don’t seem like a bother
When I just learn to let them be
I have found the best way I can look at my friends
Is also the best way to be free
Because no one has ever needed more Grace…
Than when the Creator is looking at me
David Kettler
Entreprise figure tete verset societe figure tete!
astragale vers du talus!
Carte du Rhin verse Yadkin Facon !
Lutte Contre les Arracher!
Crocs de la Bete ( his mother named him that!)
Bandes de la Bete ( from the Hills of Kentucky)
Tigre Parlet ( Judo-Artist)
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I rake the falling amber leaves
With cascades more to come
But it really isn’t pointless
To cold grass growing numb
The precious warmth of sunlight
Could mean life instead of death
To tender grass that’s growing
In winter’s chilling breath
Shoveling snow from the sidewalk
…another storm on the way
Certainly is not pointless
To the friends who are coming today
Cleaning things that will soil again
Washing what’s been washed before
Pouring grain into an empty bin
Opening again the closing door
Teaching once more the lessons of life
Young ears have heard again & again
The same old stories that Grandpa told
Sometimes with a different spin
Adding more wood to the fires that burn
Knowing the dawn will bring cold
Sweetest slumber while clock dials turn
None are pointless…when the story’s been told
It isn’t pointless; it’s not in vain
Labor that’s done in the spirit of love
Bridges built or foundations lain
When prompted by the one above
David Kettler, 11/29/15
"LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING
mR. MICROPHONE MAN!
I'M THE BEST THING TO COME ALONG
SINCE THE FULL NELSON
I AM THE BEST THING
TO COME ALONG SINCE
WRESTLING BOOTS
YOU PEOPLE NEED TO RECOGNIZE
CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL WHEN YOU SE IT.
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY WHATS TO FILL SEATS
I FILL SEATS SOMETIME
THAT IDOITS IN THE CHEAPSEATS
GET'S THE CHEERS STARTED
AND THE BUMPLING FOOLS IN THE FRONT ROW
STAND IN AWE OF ME
THEY KNOW I'M THE BEST
THEY BOO AND CHEER ME
BECAUSE I AM THE BEST
THE JERK'S ON THE COMMITY NEED TO RECOGNIZE
WHAT'S RIGHTS FOR ME IS RIGHT
FOR WRESTLING
AND THATS AINT FOOLS GOLD
THA'S THE REAL THING MR. MICROPHONE STAND
(PAUSING)
WHAAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
SEE SOMETHING YOU LIKE?
TELL YOU WHAT IT IS... I OOZE GREATNESS
IT BECOMES ME
THAT TINGLE YOUR HAVING IS CAUSE YOU'RE
FACE TO FACE WITH
SOMETHING SPECAIL.
THAT KETTLER IS GONNA REALIZE WHY THEY PAY ME THE BIG BUCKS,
AND THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY
WILL COME KNOCKING ON MY DOOR
I'M GONNA ANWSER
AND WHEN I DO:
I'M GONNA TELL EM.
THE FIRST ONE IN GET'S OFF HIS KNEES LAST
AND THAT YOU CAN TELL YOUR MOMA!"
Seven copper pennies
Left by the homeless man
Trash and needles everywhere
While he slept by the garbage can
He abandoned them at sunrise
To him they had no worth
They could not buy his comfort
In this bed of waste and earth
Little did he ever dream
The answer to all his issues
Lay in the perfect number
Among needles and dirty tissues
I picked up all the trash around
And threw it in the can
Washed the seven pennies
And held them in my hand
Abe Lincolns’ face adorns the front
“In God we trust” is there
Both seen on every copper coin
A combination rare
Now seven copper pennies
Doesn’t seem to be a lot
But when you put them with like minds
They tend to grow the pot!
From absolutely nothing
All creation was arranged
Gods’ hand at work for seven days
And all the earth was changed
The perfect number “seven”
Complete in every way
Each week begins on Sunday
And ends the seventh day
So value seven pennies
Value that for which they stand
Invest both time and talent
God has lent us from His hand
David Kettler
L have given all that
I have to give
And if you
don't want to
I don't know
Who will
Tell me
Why .............
Miss the same
Love that
Made mi laugh
Make me cry?
Ah him whom
She'll day yah sit
On'ah mount tan
Thankin itiahh
Great big rock
the love you
Giving ain't never
gonna stop
The love that you
Giving when it comes round
You treat me
Lika clown
A skepicail
For who comes ah
Round
Tears from the onion
You got the pop
But once they
Come ah rollin
You act like
It won't stop