Pennington Poems | Examples

Drifty Dream

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
Form: Narrative

Thoughts of a Teacher

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
Form: Narrative


The Bottle

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
Form: Narrative

Nobody Else Can Do That

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

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
Form: Narrative


Long Rocky Road

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
Form: Narrative

Senses Be Still

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
Form: Narrative

His Words

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
Form: Narrative

Stuff In the Back of My Pickup Truck

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
Form: Narrative

Mission of the Messiah

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
Form: Narrative

Lost

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
Form: Narrative

Isn'T It Just Like a Women

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
Form: Narrative

Holding Hands

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

God's Glorious Nature

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
Form: Narrative

He Is a Lazy One

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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