Sunday, July 23, 2017

In my own skin

in my own skin
i wonder in no more
i take what’s in store
and greet them at the door.

in my own skin
My world is at peace
I love you just the least
The past has been released

yes I’ve taken back 
the room we’ve shared for years
the picture we bought 
is back to bring me cheer
All memories put to bed
Just a layer that I shed
Now it can be said
I’ve got it right in my head.

in my own skin
I can look in the mirror
And not cringe in terror
My perspective is much clearer

In my own skin
I see my future place
In my little child’s face
As they are set for the race

yes I’ve taken back 
the space that brought me down
it’s mine now for good 
Filled with friend all around
All memories put to bed
Just a layer that I shed
Now it can be said
I’ve got it right in my head.

in my own skin
i wonder in no more
i take what’s in store
and greet them at the door.



(c) 2017 Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Don't Screw it Up

Chorus
Don't screw it up, again
You have the right plan 
just take her by the hand
And don't screw it up again

That night at the bar
I knew you were a star
From the way you walked in 
to the dimple on your chin
My heart did flutter
To find words that mattered

Chorus

We ain't 21 anymore
You're looking good at 34
We are both on our second try, 
No need to ask why
Let's make our own lovers tale 
I'll get you another pale ale

Chorus

Those nights you need a friend
Just to make the silence end
I'm a little bruised and dent
From the years I've spent
But let me open the door
There's so much life in store

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Simple Roots

She drew back her bow, and slyly she smiled

A voice in her head hadn’t talked in a while

Looked over the crowd and started to play

Just a waltz in G, a great start to the day.


Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 


There in the crowd, beside beer and crepes

Sat a young soul, his heart for the take

She drew back her bow, and just let it ring

Knowing full well, she played his heartstrings


Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 


After the show, he hung around

Nursing an ale, a downtown brown

He shook Tom's hand, and got to meet her

They spoke for and hour, and left strangers no more.



Here’s to the roots and simple they be

Here’s to the folks, who gather to see.

Here’s to the time, hope it never ends.

Here’s to love, we share as friends 



Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Thursday, April 6, 2017

the gig



She joined the clutter of stage
Confident, curious, charming
Peering around the crowd to gauge
If anyone would be too alarming
Just a safe crowd
Not proud or loud

There in the quarter inch cords & plugs
Last night’s lost picks and busted strings
Then surprise a too quick friend hug
Focus again and sound guy is just a ding
Just a ding ling
A ling a ling

Some people came for the music
Some just to have a few new beers 
Others smell of too much prozac
A few shots and they dance and cheer
Let’s get it on
And on and on.

So breaks comes around, sigh and smile
Sweaty and tired with adrenaline rush
Grab a beer, hide for just awhile
Then he comes up with a cutest blush
Just a kid yep
Too flip but hip

Stammers out a hello to her
Figuring that she’d be gone in a flash
He says there’s no hyperbole
"I like you and I'm not white trash"
What a new line
A sign or shine

He said you are cute, potty break
Off she ran pondering him in the noise
Wandered back for goodness sake
Instrument in hand finding my voice
Looked up no boy
No corduroy joy

The night closes like normally does
Teardown, friends, a beer relaxer
The quiet in the car rare because
He weaves into the song mixer
The solo crowd
Not proud or loud

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs 
dedicated to Jessie, Natalie, Jillian, & Sara






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?

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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