Sunday, February 28, 2016

Lucky dog

I am a copy of my old man
One that flirts with every pretty miss
You can trust me I’m no Peter Pan
I’ll sometimes hug, but never do I kiss

Why don’t we spend some time? 
Crying about a show.
Why don’t we talk a while? 
About your favorite Bordeaux
That dress that Margret wore 
Or what veggie you will grow.
Girl you got a friend
And I really want to know.

I am lucky dog, a trait I hold dear
Just lead me for a walk, throw me a smile.
I’ll sing you up a song, not loud but clear
Maybe a Dylan tune, but always worthwhile.

So you’re in Paradise
Hallelujah my friend
So when Johnny died
Did you Cry Cry Cry
Or sat alone in blue
Just tangled up again
Which tune you’d like to hear.
Knock twice for a Dylan.

I am a copy of my old man
One that flirts with every pretty miss
You can trust me, I’m no Peter Pan
I’ll sometimes hug, but rarely do I kiss

by Dave Schipper © 2016 Rose Riversongs




Monday, January 4, 2016

St Augustine New Year's Eve






This city fits me right
Spirits alive in the night
It’s a muse by my side
In one I can confide.


How precious is a chance meeting with beauty?

Like at dusk walking the busy street 
You stopped me at your cafe with your eyes
Offered a smile and then rewarded me 
Full meal of warmth worthy of Greece





How ethereal was the view of the harbor sunset?

Image result for st augustine harbor sunset
As photographers positioned for the right angle
Each vying for the award winning shot
I so wanted to say the Athena beauty awaits
Just down main street if you have the time.









How romantic the strokes she was drawn?

Michael and Inessa have brushed beauty
Then framed the impression of thought
A thousand fold reason I left them behind
But pondered the chance encounter that eve.










How fitting the stories weaved in history?


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To partake on a traditional carriage ride
Is an event to be repeated each journey.
Your host spins stories of engagement
Love, ghost, history, evil, and laughter.

This city fits me right
Spirits alive in the night
It’s a muse by my side
In one I can confide.



by Dave Schipper (c) 2016 Rose Riversongs.

Thanks to the wonderful New Year's Eve night with my lovely wife, a host of characters, M&I Garmish paintings, and Czech beauty at a Greek restaurant.  The photos are linked to where I borrowed them from the internet.  St. Augustine's until we meet again, thank you for being a muse to me.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Letting Go

Letting go is hard, so I refuse

Instead I hold on, and choose

To keep in a pocket all day

The chance I’ll have time to replay

A memory that is so near

That sharing it I would fear

To upset the people around

And others it would astound.

So I will not let go for a while

The memory picture of your smile

The sound of your voice

Yes it’s a personal choice.


By Dave Schipper © 2014 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Just another...


He’s sitting alone in the coffee shop

            Laptop open blank stare on his face

Waitin’ for the night’s entrée

            Fall salad with a slice of disgrace


He hadn’t fallen, he never got on top

She hadn’t stolen, the heart she dropped

Just another case of love at the coffee shop


She sighs a smile as they make up their mind

            Her thoughts a mere table away

Silently he sits staring into space

            His midnight eyes never stray

She hasn’t fallen, she rarely gets up

He hasn’t broken, the fumbled cup

Just another case of love at the coffee shop


The door opens in this crowded café

            Both look up from their spots

Another story line enters the room

            Bringing answers, or maybe not.

They haven’t fallen, just playing their parts.

No love stolen, and no broken hearts

Just a lost case of love at the coffee shop

By Dave Schipper © 2014 Rose Riversongs

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Angel of David



The Angel of David does just exists in his mind.
She takes many forms but always easily kind
She wraps him in tinder silently waits for the spark
Her long hair flowing and eyes so mysteriously dark

She looks so entitled, but it does not relate to her past.
She scorns all the trends and stick with style that lasts.
So remarkably holy yet she never attempts to deploy.
Her soul touch your eyes and you’re just left to comply

The Angel of David is not given to fly
Nor is she is seen from on high
Oh my this Angel whispers light
Her hair disappearing in the night
The Angel of David sings her psalm
A heart’s lament bringing calm

She comes to visit and talk you down from dreaded sorrow
With words that simmer inside and warm you thru tomorrow
An angel of mercy, grace and passion, please hear her sing
Be with her now in silence, and love long until the morning.
By Dave Schipper © 2014 Rose Riversongs

Monday, June 9, 2014

Black eyes


When you come to me with those black eyes
You hide the meaning with your sweet smile.
You talk of the future with the green fields
But I sit pummeled by the power that you yield.

Twisted branches trees entwined
Never meant to be side by side
Sprouts of life choked with a vine
Awaits the gardener to divide.

Words are math to the market fool
You slip and slide between obscure and real
Then a reset for a calculated change
So I step into a world pre-arranged.

Twisted branches trees entwined
Never meant to be side by side
Sprouts injected with seeds of life
Awaits the gardener to make thrive.

The blackest of night falls on this eve
The smile is hidden from all to see
No talk of the future or green fields to be
Yes, the north wind chills the leaves of green.

Twisted branches trees entwined
Never meant to be side by side
Sprouts of life choked with a vine
Awaits the gardener to divide.

©  2014 Rose Riversongs  by Dave Schipper

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 façade
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