Name of the game...life.. destiny...fate
Big ol’ houses…
lil’ studio apartments
Limousines
Little bitty Kia cars
Haute cuisine
Beans and weenies
Back porch people
Movie stars
Caviar
Microwave popcorn
Same pleasures,
Different name
From Cars to culture…
food or fame
From samovars…or mason jars
...The coffee’s still the same...
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Six Locks
Six locks on my door!
Why not just two or three?
You really wanna know?
I’ll tell you so!
why that works so darn well for me
I put six locks
all in a row on my door
But I only lock
every other one, you see
Because while a burglar thinks
he’s pickin all six
He’s really
always lockin three
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And I will write
Is it loneliness…
Is it fear?
Is it of lost love
That you wish to hear?
Is it happiness?
Is it of light?
That makes you read…
Into the night
Please tell me…
For I have need
of your interest…
and insight.
Please tell me
For I want you
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Sidewalk Cracks and Mother's Backs
Though I’m now quite old myself
And mom’s only
a warm memory
I still avoid stepping on cracks
I suspect there yet remains...
A little boy inside of me
Same thing…tho’ an America style haiku
Still can’t step on cracks…
In me… still a boy… can’t be
Breaking mother’s back
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Things Lost On Gossamer Wings
A small taste Of your lips
To remember
A small taste
So you would not forget
Remember me always
And ever
Remember me
And never regret
Remember the fleeting
Time that we had
Time that flew by
On gossamer wings
Memories so golden
So sweet and so sad
Of what time has stolen
Lost things…Lost things
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Ins And Outs
Into…
Depthless grief,
boundless wonder
Ways our world
is torn asunder
Empty hearts
Lack of feeling
Ways our world
Is In need of healing
Out of…
Open minds,
closed to sorrow
Ways our world
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How Will It End?
How will it end?
With the smell of brimstone?
Will it end in great gatherings,
Or in defiant dignity, aloof and alone?
Will it all end with a display of defiance,
Or Will it all end with a cringe and a simper?
The brave might defy…The weak meekly cry
But the world will die…with a bang and a whimper
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Readers Are Judge And Jury
Some poems
like people, plans and knives
Just don’t cut it
And live abbreviated lives
For you readers are the jury
To judge what should live and compete
No matter what the poet thinks
If the hits show that the poem stinks
Then the writer should, without a blink
Accept your verdict, As do I…
And hit delete
poem by David Whalen
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If you can see it... be it
See the lines on time worn faces
Be the veins in Autumn’s leaves
See the crowd…be the spaces
See the clover…be the bees
See the shore… misty places
Be the sand, cleansed by the seas
Tell us of the intrinsic traces
While we listen at your knees
See the world…give us a look
Through your eyes…be a book
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Like Helium Balloons
Before our very eyes…
Like helium balloons
Ideas imbued with passion rise
Like lead balloons
Bad ideas sink like a rock
Like Burst balloons
That fragment before one’s eyes
Like trial balloons
Ideas conceived, then undock
And float away
Like lover’s sighs…
Like helium balloons
before our very eyes…
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