Monday, August 31, 2009
Bottomshelf
I am a bottom shelf value
The large shampoo bottle
The roll of garbage bags.
There is no glitz packaging
That’d be nothing but trouble
Simple, just read my tag.
The Lord hid me down here
Knowing someone would look
To grab value that lasts
So just a polite word to all.
True love has no source book
Bend down, look, it goes fast.
Dave Schipper © 2008 Rose Riversongs
photo credit
Monday, August 24, 2009
Solitude
Solitude
If it wasn’t for that hint of traffic noise,
I would know that I was alone.
Ok so mostly it by my own choice
That I sit in the dark in my home.
Yes the world is begging that I tune in.
Isn’t there something on that TV?
No, there is no tape of where we’ve been.
And gasp; no funny man emcee.
So life is there in the solitude of night.
I raise my glass of wine weirdly content.
Passively I took on love without a fight
But tonight I survey the damaged dent.
Something about the way you talked
Looking me straight in the eyes.
I could do nothing but blatantly balk
Then come swinging and spewing lies.
I was trapped in the denial either way.
Ignore or suppress the new passion
Or make it bigger than a passing stray?
So I admit that I’ve learned my lesson.
The night will end without a thunderclap
The day will start without a morning dove
I’ll go and live life like I give a crap
But wonder if you or I are really in love.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
If it wasn’t for that hint of traffic noise,
I would know that I was alone.
Ok so mostly it by my own choice
That I sit in the dark in my home.
Yes the world is begging that I tune in.
Isn’t there something on that TV?
No, there is no tape of where we’ve been.
And gasp; no funny man emcee.
So life is there in the solitude of night.
I raise my glass of wine weirdly content.
Passively I took on love without a fight
But tonight I survey the damaged dent.
Something about the way you talked
Looking me straight in the eyes.
I could do nothing but blatantly balk
Then come swinging and spewing lies.
I was trapped in the denial either way.
Ignore or suppress the new passion
Or make it bigger than a passing stray?
So I admit that I’ve learned my lesson.
The night will end without a thunderclap
The day will start without a morning dove
I’ll go and live life like I give a crap
But wonder if you or I are really in love.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Family Tree
Family Tree © Roseriversongs 2005 David Schipper
Take a little walk right back in time
Feel the wind cool the warm sunshine
Grab the hand of the one you love
Feel the love lookin from above
Just a branch in the family tree
They’re just folk like you & me
Sim’lar eyes, ears, hands & weight
We’re all linked to a common faith
Promenade to a dosey do
Family history we ought to know
Cowboy boots and petticoats
Dancin to the old timey notes
Chorus
Bridge:
In a farm house out of town
Friends all meet & gather round
Once a year in mid-July
They all travel far & wide
Sing & dance and have some fun
Exactly why they always come
They all leave with memories
Branches of a family tree
ps.. if you watch until the end you will see a fun outake when my son walked thru the room.
Take a little walk right back in time
Feel the wind cool the warm sunshine
Grab the hand of the one you love
Feel the love lookin from above
Just a branch in the family tree
They’re just folk like you & me
Sim’lar eyes, ears, hands & weight
We’re all linked to a common faith
Promenade to a dosey do
Family history we ought to know
Cowboy boots and petticoats
Dancin to the old timey notes
Chorus
Bridge:
In a farm house out of town
Friends all meet & gather round
Once a year in mid-July
They all travel far & wide
Sing & dance and have some fun
Exactly why they always come
They all leave with memories
Branches of a family tree
ps.. if you watch until the end you will see a fun outake when my son walked thru the room.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Love is Free at Last
Love is Free at Last by Dave Schipper (c) 2009 Rose Riversongs
The field was filled with bare foot girls
The church doors opened wide
The laughter of the children filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes
Solid stone over 100 years old
Means nothing to the little ones
But a spirit binds a new foothold
One to last to their father’s sons
Hallelujah The spirit is passed
Hallelujah Love is free at last
Hallelujah The table is set
Hallelujah No fears, no regrets
A rich patchwork of sizes and colors
A human ebb that flows in waves
Precious fabric of his earth he covers
With the souls he pledges to save.
‘tween the toes are daisy petals
He loves me and he loves me more
He plants the seed and wins the medals
But he weeps at the wages of war Chorus
The field was filled with bare foot girls
The store doors opened wide
The hunger of the people filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes
A rich harvest is bountiful
Grown and watched to maturity
Tastes and words purposeful
Bear love of holy purity. Chorus
Driven to avoid the lamenting
Though streets were really torn apart
She kept her small frame moving
The chaos couldn’t shake her heart
Music played in this City of Dreams
She played the muse with luck
Won the prize, strawberry cream
She left as the melody stuck Chorus
The field was filled with bare foot girls
The church doors opened wide
The laughter of the children filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes
Solid stone over 100 years old
Means nothing to the little ones
But a spirit binds a new foothold
One to last to their father’s sons
Hallelujah The spirit is passed
Hallelujah Love is free at last
Hallelujah The table is set
Hallelujah No fears, no regrets
A rich patchwork of sizes and colors
A human ebb that flows in waves
Precious fabric of his earth he covers
With the souls he pledges to save.
‘tween the toes are daisy petals
He loves me and he loves me more
He plants the seed and wins the medals
But he weeps at the wages of war Chorus
The field was filled with bare foot girls
The store doors opened wide
The hunger of the people filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes
A rich harvest is bountiful
Grown and watched to maturity
Tastes and words purposeful
Bear love of holy purity. Chorus
Driven to avoid the lamenting
Though streets were really torn apart
She kept her small frame moving
The chaos couldn’t shake her heart
Music played in this City of Dreams
She played the muse with luck
Won the prize, strawberry cream
She left as the melody stuck Chorus
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Broadcast it to the void
Broadcast it to the void of space.
I could stare for hours at your face.
Whisper it under dim of the crowd.
I can barely say I love you outloud.
Grab a cliché like a spring coat
I’ve got words stuck in my throat.
Spend some time lost in thought,
I’ve no idea the life you’ve wrought.
Stop over and flash a smile my way
I can’t tell you how you made my day.
By Dave Schipper © April 2007
Photo Credit Eye of God
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Beauty in Strangers
They walked along as content lovers.
Her hair pulled up tight in a librarian bun
With a smiling face that would melt hearts
Her flower skirt flowed in the hot August air
And her white blouse was century old fashion.
I could see her beauty was taken for granted.
If I was next to her, one hand would take hers
My eyes would not leave her eyes
And I would caress the nape of her neck.
So if we can unlock beauty in strangers,
Can we do it in ourselves freely.
I would say it starts there first.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Her hair pulled up tight in a librarian bun
With a smiling face that would melt hearts
Her flower skirt flowed in the hot August air
And her white blouse was century old fashion.
I could see her beauty was taken for granted.
If I was next to her, one hand would take hers
My eyes would not leave her eyes
And I would caress the nape of her neck.
So if we can unlock beauty in strangers,
Can we do it in ourselves freely.
I would say it starts there first.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Free at last
The field was filled with bare foot girls
The church doors opened wide
The laughter of the children filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes
Solid stone over 100 years old
Means nothing to the little ones
But a spirit binds a new foothold
One to last to their father’s sons
Hallelujah
The spirit is passed
Hallelujah
Love is free at last
Hallelujah
The table is set
Hallelujah
No fears, no regrets
A rich patchwork of sizes and colors
A human ebb and flow in waves
Precious fabric his earth he covers
With the souls he professes to save.
In between toes are daisy petals
He loves me and he loves me more
He plants the seed and wins the medals
But he weeps at the wages of war
Hallelujah
The spirit is passed
Hallelujah
Love is free at last
Hallelujah
The table is set
Hallelujah
No fears, no regrets
The field was filled with bare foot girls
The store doors opened wide
The hunger of the people filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes
A rich harvest is bountiful
Grown and nurtured to maturity
Tastes and words purposeful
Bear love of holy purity.
Hallelujah
The spirit is passed
Hallelujah
Love is free at last
Hallelujah
The table is set
Hallelujah
No fears, no regrets
by Dave Schippper
(c) 2009 Rose Riversongs
Photo Credits
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Forever Nineteen
Just a pretty face in a busy place
I soon would melt in your hands
And you became regular in my plans.
Forever nineteen, so frozen in time
Twenty years passed so fast
But you are built to last.
Forever nineteen, so frozen in time
The months layered on in this bright salon
A rich text of news and playfulness
Left me wanting more, I confess.
Now suddenly everything’s casually
A spring and surprise to an old friend
Sure funny to look back how it began.
Forever nineteen, frozen in time to me
Twenty years passed by just today
And you still sweep me away.
Forever nineteen, so frozen in time
Still a Metallic Fan livin’ with the postman
A soccer mom queen and forever nineteen.
Forever nineteen, so frozen in time
Forever nineteen, such light shine, frozen in time.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
boy this will get me into trouble... it's had some changes...
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