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

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

My inspiration

Denise,

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.

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

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

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

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....

Lady Mary & Matthew (Season TWO)

Lonely the flower the blooms first in spring
Lonely the lady with no wedding ring
Stately she stands in gown so devine
Gently she weeps for him night after night

Mary’s a vision and he loves her dear
Pride and misfortunate has kept him from her
Fills with delight as he sees her each time
When will they be one he says in his mind

Humbly the servant prepares her to dine
Glances and pauses reveal her disguise
Matthew is coming; she’s brimming inside
Stoically she moves showing only her pride.

Precise the setting, and superb the wine.
Nothing compared to Mary at his side
Polite the manners, and coyly she smiles
Warming the eve in this cool British Isle.

The ballroom is empty; they stand face to face
He says it’s time to love and the past to erase
Snow falls and she smirkly says take a knee
Only to embrace with a passion so free.

Written by Dave Schipper to the Slane melody originally publish in Be thou my Vision in 1902 © 2012 Rose Riversongs.  I published this first on Febr. 10, 2012 and today I sit a little over a year later thinking I must write a Season three reprise.  It hard when the ending is much more blue; so we'll see if it happens.

Here's the melody that the piece is written to.



I couldn't help myself from singing it.... since I wrote as I was singing it.

Coffee house

You’re behind the counter,

And you have no choice

So you’re instinctively pure

And use a pleasant voice.

I’m on the other side and coy

Yes I know what I want

And besides you, oh boy

Cup of soup and croissant.

This coffee dance goes on

From sea to shiny sea.

Coffeehouse’s best patrons

Are lovers who inside plea

For more intensity than

Caffeine.

© 2013 Dave Schipper Rose Riversongs.

Dedicated to Natalie, Keelie, Callie, Kate, Michelle and numerous baristas and people who have been friendly to me in my life. I wish I knew all your names as I know your faces and feel the love of the smile you shared.