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David Donavan Poem
Last winter he wandered away to the west
wearing a black hat ,a suit and a vest,
he practiced his shooting till he had it honed
he put a hair trigger on all that he owned.
He had to find Jagger ,a wolf of a man,
to bring him back down he would tackle his clan
A rough pack of owlhoots who hid out in caves,
up in the Sierras where only God saves.
He followed the trail of pillage and pain,
till he came in sight of the cave in the rain.
The rustlers were loaded with liquor and guns
fighting and laughing and having some fun.
He went in there blasting his pistols on fire,
he killed every man with a vengeance most dire,
The only one left when the smoke cleared away,
was Jagger who snarled"who are you anyway?"
The cowboy in black tipped his hat with a smile
It's your own son he said....
Now you're going to trial.
You left us to die on the trail in the past,
but somehow I lived and I swore to the last,
I'd find you and bring you back home to pay
for killing my Ma and now this is the day!
Copyright © David Donavan | Year Posted 2006
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David Donavan Poem
On the icy edge of never
where she turned down every try,
he pursued his great endeavor
with a twinkle in his eye.
Never take no for an answer,
was his motto to the end,
for he was a great romancer,
hiding out as just a friend.
In the middle of the Harbor,
swimming with her in July,
he expressed his growing ardor,
giving blatant truth a try.
Though she laughed then at the notion,
(he was older,fat and bald)
she remarked at his devotion,
and she seemed a bit enthralled,
Then he spoke about his money
and a precious diamond ring
she began to call him honey,
They were married in the spring.
So don't jump to quick conclusions,
when the prospect's looking dim,
Love is more than sweet effusions,
bring your bankbook when you swim.
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David Donavan Poem
A flurry of stars,
exalted moon,
purple midnight from a spoon
soothing indigo delight,come
taste a dream come true tonight.
Potions printed on the leaves
of pregnant avocado trees,
pestled up and mortared down
in cooscoos and the tears I found
falling from a bright cascade
in WindyMoor,a place I made,
trembling lightly on a hill
where children come to drink
their fill,
of soothing indigo delight,come
taste a dream come true tonight.
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David Donavan Poem
Caustic is as caustic does
she likes to hurt me just because.
Her acid reign upon my soul
has burned and seared till
I'm not whole.
Feel the sizzle of her kiss,
I hate to want to live like this.
Alive, Alive ,I'm so alive !
she has the power, has the drive
to take me to the highest peak
to dash me down till I am weak.
Mad ,on mad, ,I've gone insane,
for I'm addicted to the pain!
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David Donavan Poem
Shattered,battered,tattered soul
living half a life,
unwhole.
wake to scream your inner anguish
in the mirror you must languish.
Push and pull your wounded shell
keep ing silence,
never tell,
any living thing of flights
taken through the starry nights
to the land of make believe
or the friends will make you leave
never to go back again
in your dreams of lizard skin
where you really are a knight
in your armor shining bright
or a dragon to be slain
doesn't matter
you're insane.
who can tell if you are still?
Shut your mouth there's time to kill.
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David Donavan Poem
I live just south of Windymoor
a place you may have seen before
when you were one or two or three
I made it up for kids like me
who never grew up with their years
who want to play on through their tears
it's colors glow on castle towers
and sparkle on through snow or showers.
A princess laughs and sings all day
she waits for you to come and play,
anytime you have to spare,
just call to me and I'll be there.
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David Donavan Poem
A bright tornado spins inside her
only living God can guide her
In the sparkle of the spiral
breathes a force that's wild and viral,
filling others with a passion,
only pure romance may fashion.
Tear the mantle ,stop the twisting
break the power she's enlisting,
spattered colors fly around her,
staining every soul who found her.
Blue and purple in your eyes
adding life to her disguise,
whirling spectrum there before you
living only to adore you.
Everywhere she touches down
living lovers start to drown
in her thirst for many colors
don't you blend in like the others,
she'll stir you up and suck you in
to paint her world in love again.
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David Donavan Poem
Kiss me in the morning,just before I wake to see,
that you're not really with me
just the breeze is kissing me.
cool and white the lenin curtains,
wafting soft across my lips,
lacy patterns tracing love so like your Phantom fingertips.
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David Donavan Poem
To wish
that others
could discern
the passion
as it wants to burn
the feeling
as it pulses out
across the scattered stars devout
in their worship of the one
who gave us all his only son.
Who waits and wants the best to show
who always wants to let us know
He loves us
as we really are
rise up and shine ....................
oh wayward
Star
oh wayward star!
rise up and shine oh wayward star
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