Best Pennington Poems
I can take my nose off my face and put my it between my fingers
It does not drip, or sneeze, nor do boogies linger.
I can also put my nose back.
Nobody else I know can do that.
I can wiggle my ears when hard I try.
My ears wiggle so fast I can almost fly.
My ears flip and flop and dance all around.
I can feel my tip toes lift off the ground.
Well its not so hard to do you see.
And nobody else can do that but me.
I can roll my eyes about.
From side to side and in and out.
Around and around and up and down.
Until my eyes see so far that anything can be found.
One hundred miles or more I see.
Nobody else can do that but me.
My feet can move as fast as cat’s paws
And put to doubt Newton’s three motion laws
And I can jump so high that my head touches the clouds
Then when coming down I turn flips times three
Nobody else can do that but me
David G. Pennington
Who is this guy that sneaks around lightly
Then slinks behind his desk so quietly
He just sits at his desk and pretends to take calls.
But I noticed he actually does nothing at all.
His eyes focus in, on the girls in the office.
He constantly visits the room where there is coffee.
He smiles as a sweet beautiful lass passes by.
Never looking her straight in the eyes.
Instead his stare concentrates on her chest.
When out of range he whispers, "WOW! What a nice set."
Then back again to his desk he retreats.
And returns to his terrible, obnoxious, lazy streak.
But one of these days he will lose his great job.
And so will become an unemployed slob.
David Pennington
Copyright ©2008 David Pennington
This road is long and road is long and rocky
Like others Ive been on
At times its paved with silver and gold
And sometimes its a muddy mess
But whether its smooth or rocky
The Lord knows Ive done my best
I chose good and some were bad
But where my choices lead me
Have gotten me where I am
I have paid the price in honkytonks and bars across the land
Ive thrown my share of punches
Been knocked down on my can
Taken my chances at cards and dice
And fooled around at love
Some girls I chose to get rid of
And some of I never got enough
I walked in the face of cold dark wind
And came out on the sunny side
I swam across rivers to beat the tide
Im another man taking another stand
Waiting for my time
And when my time is over one thing I know is true
Life's been fun even if this road
Took a bite out of my youth
David Pennington
I was asking a friend just the other day
If there was anything he'd do to help me on my way
He said he'd like to but I was asking to much
All that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
I haul it around every where I go
Where its gonna end up I don't know
One day I'm gonna get rid of that junk
That stuff in the back of my pickup truck
It's full of broken promises and wasted prayers
A lot of hurt feelings caused by I don't cares
Love gone bad loaded up with pain
Its enough to drive a normal man insane
Every place I go, I think I don't belong
I just can't understand where I went wrong
But people don't care why my life is so tough
Damned that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
Could unload any place, of no use, not very fair
Lord I am on my knees with a foxhole prayer
Please take this hell away from this old drunk
Rid me of the stuff in the back of my pickup truck
David Gary Pennington
Have you ever listened to The silence of God? I have
The tear shaped raindrop as it Plops splattering upon a leaf
Forming a stream that rushes as a river from source to mouth
Once again forming a tear shape at the leaf’s very tip
Then nature's nectar repeats its journey striking another leaf
Have you ever listened to God's silence. I have.
I feel the warm, bright, glow and hear the roaring from afar
As God's great sphere of fire sets in the western sky
Listen as the sun sizzles, and sinks below the Earth's horizon
Casting a reddish orange hue across a darkening blue sky
Have you ever listened to God's silence? I have.
There is a rustling among the vegetation that fills the woodlands
As minute, petite, sensitive feet quickly scamper about
Foraging forward and backward, skipping and hopping
Searching for the safety among a profound beauty
Seeking and finding disappearance among the blending foliage
Which exist in a deep, and darkening forest of green
Have you ever listened to the silence of God? I have.
The violent crash of tumbling ocean waves
As the roaring foam pounds upon the sandy beaches of white
Then spreads its contents and quickly returns to its commence
Beyond the spilling of the ocean standing proudly are sea oats
Bending not breaking but gently swaying, dancing with content
In a natural harmony that plays in a soft whistle of a salty breeze
Have you ever strolled among God's silence? I have.
Watching as robust pelican flies low in the sky
Almost kissing the rolling waves beneath his flight
A sanderling chases the ocean foam back from whence it came
As above the long winged gull gracefully glides
While scrounging for anything it may break fast upon
Have you ever listened to God's silence? I have.
David Pennington
With every note there comes a motion
With every motion another note
Simultaneous facial expressions form
From harmonious melodies the guitarist wrote
He unselfishly shares his immensely sharp talent
With patrons he lovingly calls friends
Grateful friends that listen in true adoration
Hoping and praying his performance does not end
They cannot help but twist and shout or simply tap their feet
To the tireless momentum of lightning fast fingers
Evoking emotions that mesh with the beat
Bringing feelings of thrills that forever linger
The crowd cheers on as the guitarist performs
Casting expressions through sounds being born
From his guitar that exudes a true love of life
Exalting to feverous peaks of delight
The guitarist will be the first to tell you
That his out of this world talent is not of his own
In humble hesitation that exists in his voice, slightly trembling
Spills out confessions for God’s Love, all powerful, never ending
Author: David G. Pennington
They are rude, obnoxious and boastful.
They sneer and gossip at my back.
In their minds they tear at my flesh.
And beat me with clubs of hatred.
Crushing my bones and bludgeoning my wholeness
But this exists only within their anger.
Seething caldrons of misguided impulses.
Uncontrollable urges of blame and turmoil.
But their hearts are full of good and love.
And truly they are the children of a GOD above.
David Gary Pennington
Where must senses run to be still.
Could it be that it is in the hills or maybe by the sea.
In the hills where the eagle soars and the white tail runs.
And I hold so dear to my heart the excitement of morning.
And the fresh taste of mountain air lays softly on my tongue.
As I walk on leaves fallen to the ground.
From the many trees of different kinds.
I listen to call of the nature oh senses do be still.
Now I hear the sound of waves whispering in my ear.
Slapping, lapping, crashing the beach.
Crawling up very close to my feet.
Returning to the waves as it tucks underneath.
As I listen to the waves oh senses be still.
David Pennington
Stop and listen to God's Nature.
A thing of beauty worth waiting for
The wind as it sweeps through the high mountain peeks
The Ocean as its waves crash upon beaches sandy white
Birds as they wing their way through the air
Lighting on a tree limb and singing their song
That God has given the Aves with such care
So its call to its mate with none other compares
This is God’s Offering of His awesome love
A special gift to treasure in our mortal soul
Include me Oh Lord when You take the hands
Of those that believe in Your Kingdom so Grand
Yes take my hand Jesus walk me through your plan
Help me accept the plan that I am
And give me a heart with love that is sure
Like You constructed with nature serine and so pure
David Pennington
The House that Sits Right Here
There is a house in Tennessee that sits on land so grand
With rolling hills and daffodils and greenery all around
Reason's I'd like to be there in a surrounding so serene
Is the peace and quiet I will find in the soft, warm, gentle breeze
A breeze that blows sweet honey suckle perfume into the air
And tempts the child within my heart to pluck one resting there
So I approach the vine carefully moving on quiet feet
And with cautious fingers, one I pick and taste its necter oh so sweet
In the distance I see the hawk that flies above so high
His wing span spreading oh so wide as his red tail dots the sky
And the sky is such an alluring blue that I have to squint my eyes
With cotton clouds that drift along, over the hill's steep rise
The dusk moves in gracefully as the sun sinks over the hill
Turning the sky to a bright, orange glow as the shadows do creep in
Within the light that lingers I spy approaching deer
As they wander down to lick the salt I left there in the field
Darkness has taken over with its bright stars up above
Splendor of trillions splashed against a dark canvas sky
Gives wonder for me to think of God's adoration for all
How unconditionally, with great abundance He gives to each of us
Well, the air is getting chilly and it is time to build a fire
As we join hands go inside my heart fills with sweet desire
With you beside me so alive, I know not any fear
As we retire inside a house, the house that sits right here
David Gary Pennington
I wrote some beautiful verse last night
A rhyming loving poem sounding grand
Oh how the words did flow
Consisting of elegiac pentameter
With words of elegant form
But, where did it go
It was coming out so beautifully
I can’t for the life of me truly know
A poetic story does not have to rhyme
But in growing interest it must climb
It may be that the poem was so good
It climbed so high it go lost in the clouds
David Pennington
Of all the things I've ever held
Your hand is quite the sweetest
It fits so snuggly into mine
And tingles there in neatness
As mine tightens so yours does too
And blends our flesh as one
Then gentle warmth begins to ooze
Isn't holding hands so much fun
David Gary Pennington
Christmas time is here again.
And the snow falls to the ground.
It hasn't been that long ago.
Since last years came around.
The seasons sneak up on us in no time at all.
As the New Years swiftly go by
The gift that you gave me each Christmas eve.
Was a wonderful, sweet peace of mind.
You never took the Christ out of Christmas.
His birth was the focus so clear.
No you never took the Christ out of Christmas.
You taught me to hold him so near.
I know in my life full of struggle and strife.
Where to turn even though you're not here.
There were those that were touched by your giving
Your compassion reached far and wide
The hungry, the helpless and those with no home
You feared not the dark of the night
Of all the gifts I’ve gotten from Christmas’s of old
Shinny toys beneath an evergreen tree
The gift you shared that stays ever close to my heart
Is the lesson of Christ’s love for me
So thanks for the memories Mama
My childhood was filled with much joy
I know you’re with God in the heavenly home
And I love you, your sweet baby boy
David Pennington
The words He spoke fell upon my ears and rang throughout my mind.
The words did echo a joyous sound within my head's confines.
His words wiped clean my slate of wrongs and calmed my horrid fears.
And As they took him with intentions of harm.
I felt my eyes let go a tear.
And within my heart then burns a fire it's flame it does not yeild.
It stokes the glowing embers that lay within my soul
And fills my being with love and yearns for passion still.
I watched from afar as he took a path, one chosen by none at all.
A rocky path of sweat and blood upon which he knew He'd fall.
Not once nor twice but three or more his face did strike the ground.
Each time he hit I felt the shame and the fears of those around.
The weight He bore was of many, mine included too.
As he walked a path not taken by any where he died for me and you.
David Gary Pennington
The bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss
I was just a little tyke and don't know what I'd missed
She was only five years old and I a grown up six
The bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss
Her hair was blonde and curly and her cheeks a rosey red
The wonder of something exciting and new danced inside my head
I don't know why I did it I guess something inside me clicked
The bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss
When I kissed her, and on the lips, my temperature did rise
I felt my stomach turn upside down and I wanted to take off and fly
What a tremendous, fun feeling, when I saw her wearing a smile
OHHHHHH yes! the bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss
David Gary Pennington