Dave Tendell Biography

Tonight, dark gloomy clouds drift…past a shinning full moon,
Where dead leafless tree branches sprawl…and suddenly swoon
A cold breeze is at hand…throughout the unsettled air.
I must wonder, is this reality…or just one more nightmare.
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A pleasing sizzling sound
As fresh spicy aromas hover from all around.
Lonely hens loitering in an empty nest;
While roosters boast their very best.
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Within the Heavens so far far away
Above the cottony clouds that float astray;
Like a mass of ants anticipating left over crumbs in a picnic basket, my loved ones patiently wait
Just inside the famous arches of Heaven’s doorway at the renowned golden gate.
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I wear my trusty blue jeans that hang below my waist in the back,
It’s not my fault- I was just born with such a high crack.
My belly may jiggle well over my favorite pants,
But I got the moves; I get down when I dance.
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The musty stench reaches its’ final destination.
In this old attic, a bulky blanket of dust covers everything like the desert sands after a turbulent storm.
Below the filth all remains unscathed.
The entirety around is a good and sometimes painful recollection of a forgotten past.
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