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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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