I was feeling just fine, or so I reckoned.
As I climbed the spiral staircase to where, I just don't know
I do know that it felt so great.
As I considered my lofty climbing rate.
The steps seemed so soft as though stepping on air.
With nothingness around me as a light whispering wind.
Settled so subtly upon my bare skin.
Where could I, in this spiral be heading.
I only know t'was something I was not dreading.
Red birds did sing out an enchanting tune
that twiddled my mind as flowers did bloom.
Now I felt the likeness of finding the top.
As my mind did awaken and the staircase did stop.
And fantasizing where I had been then realizing the dream
Oh the splendor of resting my eyes in a book.
As my eyes did open and my nap I un-took.
David Gary 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
The Bottle
He walked down and empty alley, with a bottle in his hand
His face was old and rugged
From the rough life that he had lived
The bottle lead him to this point and brought him to his knees
But he always had the simple choice to let go, to be set free
He was a friend like a brother and we hung around the bars
I'd drink a few but his was more
And I saw he could not stop
It got to the point where all the fun was drained from my good friend
I chose another path and sobered up and walked away from him
And he never took the option
To walk the straight and narrow road
The whiskey bottle held him tight never to let go
The pain got into his soul, it's sting he could not bare
He took a big slug off the bottle and put the gun to his head
Because he never took the option
To walk the straight and narrow road
For the whiskey bottle held him never to let go
Now the bottle does not hold him and the pain he no longer feels
That rot gut whiskey bottle has finally set him free
David Gary Pennington
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
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
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
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
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
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
Christ climbed upon the mountain
To tell us of His love for all
And teach us how to forgive our fellow man
To lend a hand to those who might stumble and fall
The mission of the Messiah
Was one of His own choice
The painful path Jesus tread upon
We will never have to walk
His rocky path was one
Of blood sweat and tears
He bore the pain and took the shame
To chase away our sinful fears
Then He asked of His Father
Salvation for us all
The mission of the Messiah
Answers the Father's call
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
Isn't it just like a woman
To want someone to hold her tight
To comfort her when the bad dreams arive
In the cold and the darkness of night
The sweet loving smile of a woman
Can make your poor heart skip a beat
Makes a man find the right things to say
And lay petals of roses at her feet
Now isn't it just like a woman
To wonder of stars up above
And take in the beauty of nature
Then turn it all into true love
Now isn't it just like a woman
With a soul that is tender indeed
She can comfort the hurt
And the pain in your heart
Yes isn't that just like a woman
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
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
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
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