Saturday, March 22, 2014

A poet's encounter


It was fate that we chance to meet
A poet in a business suit
A young reporter on her beat

The story was told before
Though each year it’s played fresh
A new face to find out what’s in store

You came in with a flash of a smile
And quickly I could tell you were in charge
Angles, storylines, characters in your style

To look at her was like a gene pool mirror
Stature, dark hair and Lady Mary eyes
I didn’t mind the hard task of standing nearer.

So refreshing with someone young and smart
To find have some nerdy connections
And the conversations were so easy to start.

Time always needs to end and to be honest,
Never usually to be seen again.
This time, an offer of a “follow” promised.

And there it was.
Thanks


By  Dave Schipper
© 2014 Rose Riversongs.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Lady Rose, an English flower














From the start the dainty brown eye’d belle
Swayed her blonde mane with confidence
Alerting the room, and casting her spell

She hid no pretense of her Mum’s ire
The floor was her stage to fill with love
She surveyed the room to focus her desire

This Lady Rose is our English flower
This Lady Rose can sweeten any sour
This Lady Rose is bud to hold
But if you can, it would be passion untold.

With luck, twas I who drew her peer
She approached with a bounce of delight
As I quickly melted when she drew near

This Lady Rose was fine with no fa├žade
Each breath and word spoken honest
That moment, felt as if it was an act of God.

This Lady Rose is our English flower
This Lady Rose can sweeten any sour
This Lady Rose is bud to hold
But if you can, it would be passion untold.

As a petal flutters in the wind, Rose left
There was no display, no reason given
Her life was too large for any bereft

She came into my heart and pumped life
And that spirit did not leave with her
Real compassion in each day now is rife.



This Lady Rose is our English flower
This Lady Rose can sweeten any sour
This Lady Rose was tender to hold
And I did it with passion untold.

© 2014 Rose Riversongs  by Dave Schipper

Photo credits A & B

This is the first melody for Lady Rose.


Monday, January 20, 2014

I don't follow the rules.

My hope is that we all feel a little like this once in a while.

I write within the lines
and scribble in the margins.
I am partners with great software
But curse many hardware stores.
I look down to catch beautiful curves
And love to look up into eyes.
I am worthless pile of skin and bones
But I’m loved by the innocent.
I will wake with a smile on my face
And I will die content.
Especially if you are smiling now.

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Graceful & Grand Mary



























Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

There but a moment when we met
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Casted a spell to tear me apart.
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

A season must pass until we meet
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

To renew a love more replete
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Dance Tonight



The dance of the life, the chance of time
Ages of man women have written
Pages and pages filled with rhyme
Still the real bells and whistles simple
A wink of an eye, a glance from behind
To blink you’d miss it, a lover’s symbol

Chorus
So take this dance with me tonight
My hand gentle on your back
Keep me in your constant in your site
As we dance, we dance thru the night


You hair pulled high all the fabric pressed
The music begins and the crowd stirs a start
Cruising the floor in you red dress
Your skin so white, your eyes so dark
Unclench my soul be still my heart
I would be yours, please drop your guard.

So mark the time …that song did end
A pregnant pause a silent bow
We left the floor hand in hand
A with a toast … our life began
A blend red a black and tan
We started life a lady and her man.

© Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs. 2012/ 2014

Lyric development explained at this link.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Scenes around us.




Living in a mile of ocean
Stumblin on a second hand
Waving to the scenes around us
As we take drink of our bitter brand

Searching for the real salt pearl
Leaving no stone unturned
Dancing to scene around us
As we step away from being burned

Will the fire burn bright
Right thru the night
Will there be ashes
Of our love

Waiting for a rain of manna
Wandering in the sands alone
Hearing the scenes around us
As we pick up another dry bone

Staring at the red orange sunset
Dreading the day ahead
Embracing the scenes around us
As we slip into our trundle bed

Will the fire burn bright
Right thru the night
Will there be ashes
Of our love

By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Christmas Eve (Peace be with you)


Snow is gently falling, the cat’s under the tree
Joyous light is calling, new hope for us to see

Winter is here, and nothing to fear
Friends are in town, and comfort abounds

Peace to you, Peace to you,
God’s peace to you, Peace.

Church bells are sounding, the parking lots full
The eve service starting, racks packed with wool

Jesus is here, and nothing to fear
Good friends around singly heavenly sounds.

Peace to you, Peace to you
God’s peace to you,  Peace.

By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs

Saturday, December 14, 2013

For Lady Rose MacClare


What a horrid way to start!
Oh my Rose you break my heart,
Yet you are so quick to move
In and about with something to prove

Let’s start again, and this time slower
I will love you, as you get older
If you still have a need for me then
If not, I’ll say “oh my we loved back when”

By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversong

My Fantasy


I stood in line with all the rest
Watching you in that cotton dress
Unaware how pretty you are to me
The smile you gave to each anew
One by one the patrons slid thru
Until again it was my turn to see
………….. my fantasy, my fantasy

The magic in your eyes and smile
Would make an hour wait worthwhile
We share names in this daily repartee
Is it really intimacy
Or merely friendly privacy
Alas again it was my silent plea
………….. my fantasy, my fantasy

Alone I find myself again
Waiting this time with pen in hand
Mere feet apart could be a mass sea
For in our time, we never talk
Or chance a moment to be caught
Until again it was my time to leave
………….. my fantasy, my fantasy

by Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, December 1, 2013

My inspiration




You are my inspiration
A muse,
Unbounded exhilaration.

Your smile
Demure yet accented by
Those eyes
A window to bold intrigue

I pause
Though you are three steps ahead
With plans
Fabric in Venetian red

You reach
For my hand and say quickly
What if,
But I’m lost completely

Alas
You are my inspiration,
Though near
I fight for inhalation.

For Denise Lovett on The Paradise
By Dave Schipper  © Rose Riversongs 2013 

Enjoy the rest of my deep love for Denise at my other blog.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Red Rising Sun



Red sun rising thru my cabin door
My friends warned me, you don’t love me any more
When I last saw you in the pines
Your green eyes sparkle and I held your hand in mine

There’s no escape from love they say
There’s no escaping truth
There’s no answer for me today
In this room there’s no you.

Take a walk back to when we met
Take a walk with me
Take a walk up that state park cliff
Breathe in and smell the trees

Red sun set on the lake that night
We drifted along with calm delight
A loon called to the stars above
Your green eyes reflected all my love.

There’s no escape from love they say
There’s no escaping truth
There’s no answer for me today
In this room there’s love for you.

Red storm blew in that night
Black clouds of foul spoken smite
The lake raged, wind blew from the south
The door slammed and the taillights pulled out

There’s no escape from love they say
There’s no escaping truth
There’s no answer for me today
In this room there’s no you.

© 2013 Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs

Monday, April 15, 2013

Take the Road

I'm driving two ways at the same time
I'm walking the thin sanity line
With power poles providing measures
My heart pounds out the rhythmic pleasures

I see the horizon over the dashboard
But it's your love is on distant shore
I see your face reflected in each sign
But it's your place I just can't find

Take the road from my spine
The speed I'm going is a crime
My heart bleeds from the wound
I'm alone with this dark tune
Take the road from my spine
Your twisted barb's entwined
Take the road, Take the road from my spine

The night green eyes, the whine of the cycle
Fill the air with damp words of trifle
Would you care for a return
A shift in the plans from lessons learned

The black mane of your hair swings wide
Erasing any love you had left inside.
Crumpled and tossed out your window at night
Frozen in silence of the oncoming light (Chorus)

The lights flash red & blue
My heart beats to the tune
In the distance the puddles of the night
Shine red with blood in sight

The lies you lived are distant to me
Now gone for no one to see
I pass slowly in the left
Tonight you lost your last bet. (Chorus)


By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs


Thursday, March 21, 2013

Indelibly


Incredibly soft.
Yes that’s how I know
Your lips, your hair.

Indelibly graceful
You, as you pass by
Mere feet away

Stunningly simple
Earth tones suit you well
From the sweater to scarf

Suspiciously quiet
In the middle of the dim
You’re the eye of my heart

Purely joyful
Pull up a chair and rest
Smile and raise a glass

With me.

By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Fashion becomes you....






















There stands a vegetarian beauty
Dreadlocks and tenuous stature
I just wonder what’s her story
What came first, genes or nature?

Dress her in an Edwardian gown,
And she becomes a PBS star.
Her eyes are the deepest brown
While moving with free grace

Dress her in a wild orange paisley
And you have Colleen Corby
Just 21 and in the summer of love
While looking so adorable

There stands a confident girl
She can smile fully aware
That she can write her own story
And take whoever she’s dares.

Originally published March 21, 2012... but I thought it was to hard to read....