Saturday, November 10, 2018


This was originally posted on Feb 13, 2018... song added Nov. 10, 2018

Listen to the song here.. 

Her soft petals of grace
Born from seeds planted in black dirt
Ages and ages and ages ago
Fed by the showers weeks earlier
But hardened by the cold

Her soft baby flesh
Born from seeds planted an August night
Days months and years ago
Fed by love from family friends
But hardened with pain.

Her dark lovely eyes
Born from the seed of Atlantis
Lived eternal days of dancing 
Fed by the mountain streams
But hardened by jealousy

May you continue to bless us.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Friday, November 9, 2018

One last shot of whiskey

The glass is on the table
Just where you left it
Girl I’m strong and able
Could you give it a rest

Yep don’t give me started
You know I’m downhearted
The moment I farted
And you left me there
One last shot of Whiskey
Another night alone
I would tell you I’m lonely
If it would bring you home

My eyes were burning
And my stomach turning
I guess I'll won't learn
To control my gas

I feel like an ass
The lowest of class
I’ll plead for you back
My prettiest flower (Chorus)

Sure miss your cooking
The way you used cumin
I'm just way to human
So I'll live by myself.

One last shot of Whiskey
Another bowl of chili
Babe it sure gets lonely
And smelly around here (Chorus)

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Monday, November 5, 2018


I first wrote:

Will it be where I land

Will it be where I stand

Are you there by my side

Make it be hand-in-hand

And with today's world filled with hate... the rest wrote itself. 

Please vote with love in your heart.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018


When your eyes go blurry, 
Follow the white lines
When your words are slurred,
You know it’s time.

We're a breath away
From the shadow
Starting every day
In a hole.

Seems to be no limit
To the pain
Or joy from the pulpit,
Just disdain

If we lock her up,
Well who’s next?
If they shut him up
At what risk?

We so much long
For gentle touch
We need a new song
So very much

Until we do find 
Such respite
Let's take the time
To comfort
One another 

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Verse in a Song

Years they go by 
Adding up memories 
Was it a disco night or a Mo Udal rally
Either and both didn’t last long
Only verses in a song

Why can I paint 
And see my first kiss
Behind the garage near the park
Right off of Waldo Boulevard
What was her name now just a pawn
And just a verse in a song

I’m not an early riser
But my heart would pound for her
As I waited for the bus; 
A bouncy packet of the energy
Dark eyes, brown hair so long
What's left is this verse in a song

Chaotic as can be 
A little nympho was she
She became a friend who I left in he end 
I still wonder if we stayed around
Yet now only a verse in a song.

Prayers are answered 
And of course its her
We went from teasing to pleasing
Warm nights, cold butts, and years long
We are more than a verse in a song

Now platonic love 
Does fit like a glove 
Safely I’m old and allowed to hug
Many fine spirits and oh so young 
They live my last verse in song

By Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

note some write an autobiographical memoir, some write a song.  I've done the later.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018


He was alone in the room
alone in his mind
Invisible to everyone
Seen a few times

Dealers knew him as strange
Or stranger than most
The odd mix of pills and chills
This side of danger

The air filled with Friday

Music and laughter
He brooded in silence
Pure evil they say

Did anyone saw him leave?
Did anyone care?
He left carnage behind
Everyone would see

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Take back

Take back the words
Take back the money
Take back all that I’m worth
You showed once
That it’ll be twice
Third time call me a dunce

Ginger was fine, but Maryann’s mine
7 hour cruise with her would be kind
See you noon, bring your bassoon
Strange the better at the light of the moon


Booze cruise time, Pamela’s mine
Michael should’ve pushed Jim overboard
She’d win my Dundie, or see my undies
I’ll sit on a roof with her anytime


Insanity is just a state of mind
Yes, I’m closer to lousy than fine
Hawk knew those hips belonged to Hot Lips
They would please Frank all the time.

Every day

Every day I ask, will it be my last
Will it end in a mistake or with a heartbreak
Run down by a truck or just ran out of luck
Maybe hit by a brick, oh let it be quick.

I live on the defensive and border on offensive
Well I have a shy side, but keep it inside
It comes out with the pen leaving me dangerously open
So I’ll pack it in and smile; blend in for a while

Here’s to the start of the day, look ahead and pray
Yes find the time to be kind
Go walk around in small towns
Then say good night complete; to wake up & repeat

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Old World WI

It was 1963, a trip to the country
Dirt floors in the kitchen, a smell of piss in the air
German was spoken, Grandpa was smokin’
This five year old would remember it until today

Old world WI, far cry from their land
Weathered & wrinkled these immigrant hands

The pope had just died, JFK had lied
There was nothing much to say, I just stared
You betcha we will, blood sausage swill
This five year old knew, nothing good for today.

Zeman and Euchre, a jug of beer
They were still family, rural white trash farmers
Ma moved to town, got a room her own
Worked in a butcher shop, a job she knew well

Old world WI, far cry from their land
Weathered & wrinkled these immigrant hands

It was 1963, before there was a dream
It was a family of six, and not a lot of smiles
Packers were alright, TV was black & white 
This five year old would remember it until today
This five year old would remember it until today

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Enjoy the first demo...

Sunday, September 30, 2018

give me

Give me silence
I have had more than enough
Noise whining and bickering

Let me just breathe
Warm thoughts of you smiling
Oh so comforting

I am alone
Maneuvering through the crowd
To stop is rewarding

Soak in silence
Bathe until your soul is clean
The noise

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

What did I say?

What was it I said?
What was it I did?
When did you stop
being a friend?

I’m obsessed with you
But I kept it cool
You cut me off
Silence from your end

Should I avoid you
Stop going places
They’ll be awkward smiles
One will leave in the end

Now it’s back to me
Stalk you in reverse
I’ll find new haunts
And just remember when

I’ve said way too much
Done more than you wanted
You gave me no chance
And just made it end

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

note... don't panic.. trying to get in touch with sadness, I imagined a friend deciding she had enough with me.  A truly saddest state I could imagine.  I made a point of getting in touch with my morose side when I heard Dessa insured herself against losing it... say what, in case she got too happy.  Yes I've been too happy.

Saturday, September 15, 2018


Yes what follows is true.
Believe me friends can catch you
They can stretch you, boost you and lie to you.

One by one, they come calling
Surprise you when you’re falling
Or lead into the appalling and withdrawing

Now I pause for a second
Will I learn a new lesson,
Or persist in confession and confusion.

I’ll guess the later
But seriously does it matter.
With friends like this I’m happier and sadder.
by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Monday, September 3, 2018

Forever 21

Somewhere along the way
you grew part of my day
Oh the stories you’d tell
A bit emotional

You’re   forever   21
the first to have fun
Not to be outdone,
you’re  forever    21

You don’t care to grow up
Plan days to act adult
So put on your fav dress
And dance your hair a mess


She knew that she had won
When she was her baddest
She’ll slow down just for once
At the dawn’s morning kiss


by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Saturday, July 28, 2018


Strings, strings, bodda bing
you played my heart strings
with a voice clear and charming

Strings strings rusty strings
Oh you played summer heat
but not now you sound incomplete

Strings, strings political things
I will yes sir with all my heart
And won’t be in it from the start

Strings, strings, sloppy things
This old comfy shirt is tattering
Which is soul shattering

Strings, strings, my strings
Any pretty smile plays me
I’m ready to do as you please

Strings, strings, what tomorrow brings
Maybe more words on an organ
Maybe sleep in and forget again

Strings, strings bodda bing
you make my heart sing
You make my world everything

Strings, strings, endless strings
Caught in a ten minute symphony

Lost in thought what irony

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs 

 Note: This came from a morning exercise called Object Writing. Learned about the putting this routine in from Miss Tess and she pointed me to  I highly recommend the exercise, and if you sign up, Mr. Pattison's name is Pat.