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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Your children only hold your hand
For a little while
Before they push you away
But there’ll come a day
When they’ll likely say
“Hold my hand, don’t go away”
Hold my hand a little longer
“Please stay!”
“please stay!”
…”Please stay”…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2013
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Kinetic waves of energy
Ripples in time and space
subtle sums of synergy
Patterns of silk and lace
Universes that race away
Mem’ries that as quickly fade…
Into black holes of yesterday
That give nothing back in trade
Stardust settling ‘pon dusty hutch
And on planetary plain (alike)
Truly does not differ much
In substance same (as in sight)
Universes that to stars give birth
Pediatric wards that work much the same
Birth is birth…for what it’s worth
It’s just a cosmic game
Galaxies that go on forever
Rainbows that have no end
All a part of eternal endeavour
Without an answer my friend
Warp speed….Snail’s pace
It’s all relative you see
One takes place in outer space
The other is given to you and me
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
We’re different you and me
…We’re obsessed…
no more or less
Our minds embroiled
With words that boil
Not at ease at all unless…
We’re writing down
Each word or sound
That grabs our needy mind
Our brains twirl
in a greedy swirl
Til that perfect phrase
We find…
It’s a torment
It’s a torture
It’s a State of stress ecstatic
It’s idiopathic…
psychopathic
It’s idiosyncratic
But it’s what we are…
It’s who we are…
And we’re different you and me
We’re simple poets
Moved by destiny…
Possessed no more or less
And it’s what we have to be because
…We’re obsessed!!…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2015
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Salt spray and Seagull
Cries…swaying palms…healing balm
Soothe both ears and eyes
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2017
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Remember me (like this)…
A smile that made your heart
Feel lighter
A word that made your
Day brighter
An embrace you only wanted
To be tighter
Please remember me…
Like this
Forget the frowns
Forget the pouts
Forget the downs
The angry bouts
Forget the times
I wasn’t there
Forgive me for that
Frigid stare and…
Remember me like this…
A hug whenever you
Needed one
A back rub…
late at night
A place to go to
When you felt so low
A touch that felt
So right
Remember me…
The provider for the family
Companion always there
Old friend and confidante
Cuddly Teddy bear
Gentle soul with good intentions
A moral man who could not lie
Humble man with no pretensions
A man you can’t forget, even if you try
A stubborn man…I’ll give you this
A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss
A man always ready
with a tender kiss
So when, (and if…) you reminisce
Please remember me
…Like this…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2014
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Naught But Smoke In The Wind
Ethereal is…as ethereal does
Bundles of atoms is what we be
Empty space wrapped in cosmic fuzz
Electrons trying to break free
We be something…just not very much
We’re not very material atall
Just wee Protons, Neutrons and such
Smooshed all together in a ball
Yet we think…reason and wonder
What our place in the cosmos is
Question, posit and ponder
Is there more, or is this all there tis?
Our origins are in the furnaces of space
Our destinies as fickle as the weather
Our lives be brief, but our souls stay apace
…Our atoms fate…is to live forever…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2019
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
The past always returns to haunt us
Old debts demand to be paid
The very best hand
Of many a man
Stays un known
And remains unplayed
Some men wish to be
In alliance with Angels
But alas, e’en more opt
To owe a debt of allegiance
To the dark…
And deep within those sad souls
Lie haunted black holes
Absent of light
Not e’en a scintilla nor spark
They yearn to return
To a world once spurned…
But once the die is cast
The past holds fast
And Fate and Karma decrees…
For lack of their wisdom
They be trapped in a prison
A prison made of
…memories…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2015
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
There is naught more important
This cold, rainy, winter day (to me)
Than to wrap up snugly by the window
And watch the world pass on it’s way
I’ve seen the grandest of canyons
Seen the grandeur of seaside beaches
Breathed mountain air, cold and rare
And have soared to the highest reaches
And now has come the time to sit and see
Creatures that live only arms length away
That live unknowing of the concept of tomorrow
But dwell fully in the moment …each day
Watch small birds fluff to twice their size
Watch Fox squirrels quarrel and chatter
Watch Nature undress before my eyes
Watch leaves dance…then tatter
Watch clouds play hide and seek with the Sun
Watch shadows shrink and grow
Watch snowflakes fall to merge into one
Watch the wind blow them to and fro
I live now where there is no Winter
Only a sad simulacrum of that season (I know)
But in my mind I sit by that window and…
See naught but Cardinals, squirrels, chickadees
Fat fluffy sparrows, Christmas lights in the distance
...And skeletal trees that wave welcome to me...
To which I reply with my glass held on high with
…A toast of warm Peach brandy…
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Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2018
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Loved to ‘get down’
When I was a pup…but not
Now…can’t get back up!!
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David Whalen O Haolin In Ancient Celtic Poem
Ordinary…yet precious moments
That adhere ardently
To one’s heart
Points in time that
Without reason or rhyme
Become outstanding… and stand apart
A trio of quarrelsome hummingbirds
Outside of one’s window
Tentative, timid… first flakes of snow
Playful puppies fighting over toys
Prickly Hummers and puppies alike
Naught but bickersome boys
Just an ordinary moment, in an ordinary day
ordinary ol’ man and his ordinary wife
An ordinary daughter, an ordinary life
This ordinary day…becomes a memory
And in turn becomes extraordinary
By some strange happenstance
A happy memory of Hummingbirds
And puppies and daughter’s pleasant company
..and snowflakes that dance…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2017
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