Biography of David Whalen
old, yet like gold, getting better with the years.
Grew up before teen years in Northside Cincinnati, Ohio
then teen years lived near loveland Ohio. from midlife til now, reside in Las Vegas Nevada.
Desperately want to move somewhere else! ! !
David Whalen's Works:
Only have two published poems to my credit so far
David Whalen Poems
Joy Of Spring
A Spring morning A warm Breeze doves cooing softly Pollen dusted trees
A Haunting Melody
It's not lyrics…but whispers That lie ‘neath the melody
A Pen Gone Dry
Barren fields…empty places Mind devoid of idea and rhyme Sterile imagination…featureless faces Webs in memories, frozen in time
The American Dream
Things I'd like to see A congressman with cojones A president with pride A government less regulated And no agendas to hide
A Blue Haiku (American Haiku)
Are We Better Now Than Then (Stand Naked...
Better Now Than Then? (stand naked in front of a full length mirror and try not to giggle or gag) We were then:
I need a bottle of answers Or at least a flask A richness of remedy
The Most Boring Poem In The World
Do you put your cart before the horse Do you cast pearls before swine Do you let things run their course Are you just in the nick of time
A Few Seconds To Read
Heartbreak’s just another way of cryin’ Murder’s just another word for dyin’
Never Too Old
You’re never too old to pop plastic bubbles Never too old to have a twinkle in your eye Never too old to stir up some trouble Never too old til the day that you die
Ode To Spring
<center> Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings You’re akin to that last piece of cake The last sip of that delicious drink…
Lies About Tall Guys
Just seems like it’s that way to me Taller guys seem to get executive jobs Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
A Freudian Slip (Who Nose?)
I want to clear this matter up some way And at the same time make my point That love note I sent you the other day?
Root Beer Float Afternoon
It was one of those kind of afternoons When ball games were heard From open windows
Not If, But When
Not If, But When?
Dim sunrise on a gray, smoky city
Cars line the roads, slowly rusting
Winds blowing ash, harsh and gritty
Acidic smog gives an evil dusting
Tires melted to pavement, rubber pools of blackness
Window Glass sagging from kiln-like heat