David Whalen Poems

My diet's not working
It's easy to see
And my waist isn't
Getting any smaller
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In torrents of emotions
Are humans destined
To dwell
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Startled…I pulled up short
Taken aback by melancholy eyes
The visage in the portrait tore
My sight in deep surprise
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A mind at ease puts
A smile on ones face, but sex
Can do it better
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Why dreams? …
Why not
soft surcease instead?
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The spectral glow of a bobbing lantern
As if tossed upon a stormy sea

Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed
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Of all the hues on Nature's palette
Tis the only one,
that at the same inspires,
Both passion and dread
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Something about things
Small and furry

Something about things
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This morning I had eggs
Sunny side up
Cooked in the grease
Of sage pork sausage
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In a flight of silken silence
Wings of velvet stroke
Pinions soft as melted butter
With touch as light as smoke
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