David Alexander Walker: Favorites

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

If Trump is elected President I'm going to get up at six and feed the hens , plant a row of okra come Springtime and grease the tractor that same evening .. Should it be Sanders I'll build cages for Big Boys , go to the lake for a stringer of bluegills and walk barefooted the whole time I'm doing it .. In case it's Clinton I'll be plowing from morning to Noon , stopping for a few figs and a cherry tomato or two ...
If it's Cruz you'll find me picking the blues on a brown guitar , eating Spanish olives like their going out of style , shoring up chicken wire to fend off 'critters' , nipping on Wild Turkey to ease my blisters ....

Copyright February 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Life goes on ...

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

candle

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Torin

candle

I sit in a darkened room
Consumed by bitter memories
Of happier times
I sit in a darkened room
The candle you lit
It's not a light for me

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

i

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

chris

i

want someone i can act weird around and just be silly in love with

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

the question is, can I cook?

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

wordvango

the question is, can I cook?

never touched iron
nor lit a spark all my ******* shirts
wrinkled
bacon drips like
the metal rusting alone in the yard
rain falling, toast soggy
my pants holy
my shoes smoking
an arc passes throughout the house
down my leg
to the boots covered in
small bits of smoldering
thinking
of how to join
perpetuity
with nostalgic curled
wisps in a
wrinkled shirt
with smoke
and rusty metal
to make a
signal
or a meal

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

my purpose

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

wordvango

my purpose

ironically,
is to learn what life is about,
if that message is negative
I am all the more ready for that.

I need at times to be hit in the head
that is why I keep twenty dollar bills
in my drawer , for the times

I might need the positive,
I write poetry and prose, to grow,
So, in this case I am

only looking for non-plusses
negative critiques, thoughtless
scribes, I know many here

who have shown me,
their purpose, pick my
brain, fill my inbox with

suggestions, take my breath
away with my lapses pointed
out in black and white

and don't stop no matter
what I say

and to the majority of the poets
here, ignore this, please, you
know who YOU are!!

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

The Desperate Stillness of the Night

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Tammy M Darby

The Desperate Stillness of the Night

May the Angel of sadness recline on your shoulder
The face betrayed grow larger and ever bolder
The pain of age creep into your bones
While the ghost that haunts you
Sing her sorrowful song

Casting anguish and silver star dust into angry winds
Let that paid for in blood begin
No path to follow
No sanctuary in which to hide
In the desperate stillness of the night

It shall be as the as the dark words were spoken
The curse of life
The gift of hatred
The token

May the Angel of regret wear now the wedding band
The cold demon of revenge caress your wretched hand
These gifts are given deliberately with spite
It awaits you
The desperate stillness of the night

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby 2/25/2016

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

(this is) Life

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Torin

(this is) Life

This is a song
An original thought
I best jot down
Because it's a one time only
Once it goes its gone for good
This is a sale
Buyer be there
But buyer beware
Because when planning and scheming
Morals lose their meaning
This is a joke
That's still funny
But has lost its charm
A one line communication
And were waiting for the punchline
This it is
And nothing less
And something hidden
The longing, and wanting, and frustrating desire
And the chance to see through illusion

And find the meaning

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Let Me Be

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Urmila

Let Me Be

Keep me away from the happy ones,
Believe me, I'll make them sad,
In their naivety and ignorance,
They've found a light,
I won't switch it off, for them,

And for all the things I'm rightly accused of,
Being a sadist won't be one,
And I do not want to graduate into it,
Let me be,
For their happiness, and my own

I have cultivated this person,
I have known this person,
And been on the receiving end,
Before I switched sides

For reasons you will never understand,
And have no doubt, I expect you not to,
Please,
Just let me be

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

I Often Wonder

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Tammy M Darby

I Often Wonder

Why poets are overcome by the need
To scatter words across the universe
Many wind-blown seeds.

To splash their sadness on paper
Paint black their rage,
A sea of raw emotion
Where melancholy rules as queen

I often wonder
If they ever desire to escape
From the fantasy worlds
Sometimes willingly created.

Relaying their loves, dreams, and trysts,
Oblivious to the reality
That in truth they don't exist
They are after all only a projection of light in the dark
Simple words of the poet.
The artist of thought.

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby 2/3/2016

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

My Face Hides a Smile

Feb 2016 David Alexander Walker

Tammy M Darby

My Face Hides a Smile

Thoughts of malice play in my mind
Between my vindictive tongue and damning rhyme
Disturbing images of death
Pass before my narrowed eyes

My face hides a smile
Woven with cruel words
Brazen and beguile
The inviting lips now cold with betrayal
Absent from an empty cavity
The heart
Tread upon too long to survive

My face hides smile
Too frightening and terrible to reveal
Vessel of hate
Oh malevolent spirit
'That sits at the feet
Of loves loss and ills

My face hides a smile
That cannot be seen
For that what once was
For that what soon will be
My face hides a smile

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby 2/1/2016