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|Today's Poem - 12/04/2016
|Cat - A Woman of Intrigue - Viewed 5578 Times|
January 01, 2001
|I have, to infrequently experienced,|
the beauty of a woman
full with the understanding,
of her own perfection.
Preconceived, not through an uncertain imagination.
She touches the stars in her dreams,
revealing there the truth
of tomorrows experience.
Cognizant of the strength of her understanding,
She is truly a beauty of this universe.
For she shares, through her inspiration,
the wonderment of this truth.
She steps beyond the present moment
with a controlled infatuation
for all that is real, dynamic,
happy, joyful and exciting.
She is life’s destiny,
Sweet, fragrant, alluring and always certain
of herself and the challenges of each moment.
For she is always filled with the laughter,
of her own inner peace.
--Written in New Orleans--
|© 2001 David Devaney|
|The Wave - Viewed 6338 Times|
October 05, 2002
|When the only thing in life’s a wave|
and the next one and the next.
The troubles and the worries fade
no longer we’re perplexed.
When the ocean rises with the wind
and the tides are running high.
The only vision that is seen
is the ever changing sky.
When the surfers come to congregate
along the coastal shore.
Their church and pews are on the sea
as breakers constant roar.
When old and weary strangers trek
for miles to the sea.
Their worries and their troubles fade
with the ocean running free.
When children frolic long its edge
and build sand castle walls.
The wave will quick demolish them
as each of us recalls.
When crabs and clams do hunker down
below the roaring surf.
And sea grass elbows in the wind
as salt invades its turf.
When treasures and great pleasures come
to all who dip their toes.
There are no troubles in this world
as each wave ebbs and flows.
|© 2002 David Devaney|
|My Butterfly - Viewed 4686 Times|
February 28, 2002
|I saw a stained glass butterfly,|
Upon the summer’s wind.
Its beauty was a gift from God,
that helped my day begin.
It soared midst flowers beautiful
Sun sparkled and unique.
Touched the heaven’s essence pure
As I did treasures seek.
I see it everywhere I go,
Upon the ocean’s crest.
Within the shadow of the moon
On every daily quest.
It lingers just behind my eyes
Always near at hand.
My butterfly is dreams pursued
No matter where I stand.
|© 2002 David Devaney|
|City of The Dark - Viewed 5501 Times|
November 25, 2001
|The shadows, they are different here,|
in this city of the dark.
They seem with energy to flow
down by Cabrini Park.
Steeped with feelings ominous
the haunting does occur.
Four hundred years of history,
will restless spirits stir.
Along Dauphine and Bourbon Street,
Decatur and Rampart.
They endless through eternity
new pathways often chart.
Cemeteries don’t contain
their wanderings at night.
The Mississippi muddy still
does nurture here their flight.
The crescent moon reveals their trek
along these ancient streets.
Silently immersed in lore
of ancient pirate fleets.
And no one who does visit here
has ever been the same.
New energy commingles them
with spirits man can’t tame.
Lafite and Jackson, many more,
who marked the byways here.
Do every night at half past dusk
in New Orleans appear.
|© 2001 David Devaney|
|Most Feminine - Viewed 5154 Times|
January 24, 2004
|Surely there must be a God|
who guides us through the night.
She brings to us a restful bliss
is never out of sight.
She lies there just beneath our brow,
her warmth does rest our eyes.
She never needs to hide from us
or wear a strange disguise.
‘Tis sleep she brings and special dreams,
new hopes, the morning sun.
Awakening our energy,
with her ,life has begun.
Her beauty is magnificent,
unique and O’ so rare.
She brings us grace and love and strength.
For us, she’s always there.
And too, she is most feminine,
Gentle, kind and pure.
No hatred comes nor anger now,
our ailments she does cure.
For she is light and energy,
the freshness of the rain.
And since she is a part of us,
there is a new refrain.
Full with beauty, patience rare,
sanctity and grace.
Because she enters every heart,
new love we all can trace.
|© 2004 David Devaney|
|Precipice of Life - Viewed 5043 Times|
January 25, 2004
|There are thresholds along the pathways of my history.|
Misted highways above the ocean’s kingdom
challenging me each day
in the pursuit of my imagination.
Strengthened by the energy of the sea, no obstacle,
no mountain nor canyon, no cliff nor forest,
no desert nor darkness nor fear,
will deter me in the pursuit of my destiny.
The beauty, however, is in the journey,
as the winds whisper their message of courage
and spread the fragrance of their enthusiasm
through the blossoming flowers of my potential.
It is not the completion of this escapade
lengthened by the vagaries of age and uncertainty
but the journey itself, wherein I find
the saline aroma of my satisfaction.
I am but the pilgrim emerging from the sea of my childhood
traversing the beaches of my adolescence,
and climbing, inch by inch,
through the plateaus of my maturity.
As I now face the precipice of life,
I turn to see the exquisite beauty of my existence.
through the challenged successes that are,
now and evermore, my reality.
The byways of my future have often been shrouded
by the mists of my uncertainty.
Yet now I traverse joyfully through the archways,
to my denouement.
|© 2004 David Devaney|
|The Sea of My Endeavor - Viewed 4398 Times|
April 19, 2002
|There is a love within the sea of my endeavor,|
which crests upon the morning of my sunrise
bringing to me the energy of new life.
She caresses me
with the warming fragrance of the brightest star
and I am stronger with every new challenge of my time.
There is a simplicity to my belief
in the harmony and the goodness that is humanity
and I possess a true compassion for its survival.
I know that love exists.
For I have seen the beauty of the rainbow as it touches
each silken petal of the rose on the fields of my enlightenment.
I have been touched by her fire
as I overcome that which I know to be an incongruity
in the acknowledgement of my potential.
The golden sparkle of her reality,
now climbs high upon the mountaintop of my understanding
and I am in pursuit of the enlightenment of my spirit.
There is evermore to be a strength, an energy
and a commitment to understand and to believe
that I am the prognosticator of the future that is my purpose.
I am the essence of my dreams,
not only in the fantasies of my imagination
but also in the acceptance of my capacity to understand.
|© 2002 David Devaney|
|Great Arms - Viewed 4584 Times|
April 11, 2005
|Shrimp boat trawlers on the sea|
seen just before the dawn.
With great arms stretching side to side
their nets are hanging on.
Dolphins diving desperate
to find their breakfast fare.
Seagulls soaring toward the sun
above the saline air.
Raging seas now battering
this ship before the sun.
When man awakes to greet the dawn
the fishermen are done.
|© 2005 David Devaney|
|To Achieve - Viewed 3199 Times|
March 12, 2007
|Within my time we’ve shared a day|
A moment or an hour
Through many lifetimes I have known
With you my thoughts did flower
Your soft caress and friendship pure
Has helped me to achieve
The truth of life as it should be
In which I now believe
We may not then have noticed it
As it did quickly flow
Yet now as you I recollect
I seem to better know
That you are much a part of me
Your fragrance and your smile
And still within my memory
My heart you do beguile
Your kindness and sincerity
Allowed my thoughts to bloom
Since you I’ve never been alone
Though empty is my room
So with these thoughts now here recalled
I send you only love
For you’ve brought dreams remarkable
And blessings from above
|© 2007 David Devaney|
|TO REACH A DREAM - Viewed 2894 Times|
April 30, 2007
|To reach a dream you must turn loose|
of all that you are holding
and grasp at that, which fleet's from you,
forgetting reasoned scolding.
The dream you seek if grasped, though weak,
will pay for all your loosing.
There is no cost too much to pay,
do it, stop your musing.
|© 2007 Hal Ethridge|