Best David Whalen Poems

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If Only For A Little While

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 Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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A Poet's Ode To Poets

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 Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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Galaxies, Memories And Relativity

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 Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2016

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Remember Me Like this

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 Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014

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An Inhuman Presence

(If Poe had one, he might have written thusly) The rhythmic thump ‘gainst the floor That resounds Both day and night That gentle rustle, That familiar bustle That accompanies me Through deepest, darkest night That calms my soul And fills the hole That void that Would otherwise exist Presence there That ne’er E’er, ceases to persist Whose touch I feel And who so insists… That I touch in turn And caress in delight… And whose tail thumps Rhythmically, faithfully (and light) And is the measured metronome That calms hearth, heart and home My canine friend, e’er true blue Who helps me through The deepest…darkest…dreary night

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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Prison Of Memories

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 Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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Seaside Haiku

Salt spray and Seagull Cries…swaying palms…healing balm Soothe both ears and eyes

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2017

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Hummingbirds and Snowflakes

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 Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2017

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A Winter Ode

Crisp…Crisp the night! ‘Pon cheeks as white as snow Crazy quilt of rimed patterns Limned upon the window Soft…soft the lacy flakes! Each one unique and new Blanket o’er land and lakes Winter’s take on dew Games…games of Fox and Hound! Pristine drifts of frosting Turned into frigid battlegrounds with Brief truces for time defrosting Steam…cottony steam! Wool mittens too near the flame Cold stiff fingers, white as cream Toes frozen from the game Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh) Sounds muffled by the fluff Of snow so deep not e’en a peep Can struggle up through the stuff Smoke…writhing smoke! Reaching for the sky Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving Rising with a sigh Winter…cold, cold hard winter! Makes Summer wishes come to light Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter …Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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Farewell My Sweet

Passed away this day 11/16/2012 A bright light in our lives That was always so giving Could not have been sweeter Nor softer in manner. To fade into history Will e’er be a mystery Seems the sweetest are chosen O’er all of the rest And whose absence will be felt For e’er so long… We’ll all miss their presence Farewell my beloveds …Twinkies and ding dongs… (at least they went together)

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2012

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