Sunday, June 30, 2019

Summer's Day



There are moments
Too few hours in the day
To escape the way I’m feeling
To keep life at bay

This summers day,
You will not find me!
Off the grid and in hiding
Lost in Earl Grey tea

And in this moment
I push down the voices
In a search for silence
To regret no choices

I’m a subtle cake
With layers of mom and fun
I’ll add chocolate
And bake until I am done

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Struggle










The struggle is real
She pulled him out, He falls back
As part of the deal
He’s so grateful

She welded together his life
Endured the sparks of strife
Until He stood whole
Without the past He stole

There are no hidden answers
In the next barroom dancer
It becomes plain to see
What you meant to me

Words words words
Nothing is absorbed
Lies lies lies
All kept in side

At the table she set me down
Weary from a familiar song
I am the man she made
Then cast off in a trade

to be continued ....
By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Down the road, again


You can drive me crazy 
Even call me lazy
You’re downright nasty
But I’m going down that road again

I ain’t no saint 
But you’re the sinner
Just ignored me like you been
Cuz I’m going down that road again

Turn away then
When you’re done
There’s more pretty girls then one
But I’ll go down that road again


by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Liza Lee

There she goes out the door 
as she’s done times before 
Not with me, she’s just free 
Lil' dancer Liza Lee

She's just a wind swept queen
In naturally torn  jeans
She lights up the dance floor

The band wants to play more

She’s got Hell on her toes 
And Heart mom on her wrist 
Lil' angel on her knee
And save the bees daisy

The ready boys take note
And her tattoos they quote
"Love me for who I am
Not who you want me to be."

Yet this bright butterfly
Flirts and flutters on by
Out the door as before
She's just free Lil' Liza Lee.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs


Monday, May 27, 2019

Stout Friend


Spring Love


Pinch me in the morning you’re still here
It’s been months but full of years
We watch the flowers and trees bloom
Over morning coffee in  the porch room

Spring love let me sing
The flowers I’ll bring
The notes will ring
Spring love let me sing

When I saw your old lover in the crowd
I just wanted to shout out loud
You crazy dumb ass fool
You ain’t the sharpest tool

Why he left I do not know
Is it inside you that has yet to show
I do believe it was a flaw of his
Not to treasure your kiss

Spring love let me sing
The flowers I’ll bring
The notes will ring
Spring love let me sing

Meet me halfway
Agree to disagree
Hear what I say
You mean so much to me

I didn’t win you as much as pick you up
I showed you friendship that wouldn’t stop
Even gave you that alone space
Plus, I’ll do it all with grace

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Friday, April 19, 2019

Crumbs

I’m good with the crumbs of your life
As you add layer and layer of icing
The base holds a strong foundation

Where once I was offered a huge slice
I'm content to lick my fingers of icing
With joy and jubilation

Yes I would relish a full serving
An hour of talking and listening
Till then, my crumb celebration  

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Driving home

When you’re foiled at the four way
Running circles in the roundabout
And writing curses of road rage
Pull over and write me a text

Tell me your wildest dreams
Tigers, and bears oh my
Tell me your softest desires
Pillows, flowers and cat fur

Now that you’re refreshed
Grab the wheel and drive
Polite and not in a rush
I love you and want you to...

Survive.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

The note


The note gave her three choices
Say nothing and confirm his thoughts
Say thanks and confirm his thoughts
Or open up Pandora’s box

Words all have several meanings

She let it sit for a few days
Then gently opened the lid to say
“You are nothing and everything to me,
Please leave me but never go away.”

She stopped right there and hit send.

Now the world lives in text message
We long for the pen and paper
Time and texture versus rapid words
Her words went unread forever

He died thinking his thoughts confirmed.

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Wind

Wind, the source of comfort on a hot day.

The cause of the snow spray

The generator of power seen from the highway

The dustball rolling on the spillway.

Your are my friend and my nemesis

The cracking of trees limbs

The interruption to a good concert

The transporter of seeds

Good ones and weeds.

You are as might as a jet stream

Or as gentle as a dream.

Carry me away to the next place

Lure me with a caress to my face

Wind oh wind

Do not end.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Dream Catcher



Yes I turned the corner in the store to see
a wall of dream catchers; really?
How does an ancient native idea, 
get to be a modern decor piece.

I reach out to marvel at the taught string
wrapped around a birch branch
twisted in an incredibly precise circle
and I was transported to field.

Truly this was not an manufactured China
imitation dream catcher but real
I could smell the grain blowing in the breeze
I see hear my heart beat.

Spiritually my mouth was dry
but I could taste the coolness of a spring
Is this my imagination or did my touch
Open this dream world weaved into this piece.

The feathers so soft appeared to be a pheasant
And the sound of a rustling bird 
Taking to flight was total clarity.
Holy or mystical the dream catcher spirit lived.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Friday, March 8, 2019

Cry for Attention


Some say it’s a cry for attention
Maybe it is.
Some say I’m a bit impatient
Could be right.

All of this analysis 
can be useless
Or can be priceless
just because.

When push comes to shove
I’m just hungry
Hungry for word filled love
Yep a chat.

Fill me up with ideas 
Glint your eyes
Just talk about whatever
And I’ll be fine.

Well until then, I’ll write
Even if it feels
Just a little contrite
Being one sided.

Plus I’ll likely cry
or whine
To myself this time
for attention.

By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Roseriversongs

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Community of Believers


I belong to a community of believers
To a rich group of deceivers
You know the saint and sinner bunch.
Come on just take a hunch 
That we know what we’re all doing.

When we gather for an hour.
We don’t and that’s ok
Someone leads us along
Maybe teaches a new song.
Ha and we all get along.
For an hour or so.

Yep these Lutherans are a diverse bunch
and down the road you find
Another less diverse tribe.
One calls themselves open
One has a closed communion.

One can only imagine
What would Jesus do
If he had to decide where to go.
Who had the best pot luck?
Who needed the the most help?

One’s faith says he’s there to all
Because they hit the quorum
Three in his name and all.
Makes a community seem small.
Could be a street corner to hit that.

And you he’s probably there too
Because he said he would.
And we take him for his word
Because we’re a community of believers.
Sometimes known as deceivers.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

In the morning


I love the way I see you in the morning.
Your face as pure and unpainted
The pain from the morning distress
The lines from the linens pressed

Unsightly and not presentable is false
Real and my companion for life
I can see the smiles and the laughter
Mixed in the blahs of morning after

You are a soul mate that refreshes me
When I really would rather shut down
You nourish me with a great song
One that I take with me all day long.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs