Friends

Yes what follows is true.

Believe me friends can catch you

They can stretch you, boost you and lie to you.

One by one, they come calling

Surprise you when you’re falling

Or lead into the appalling and withdrawing

Now I pause for a second

Will I learn a new lesson,

Or persist in confession and confusion.

I’ll guess the later

But seriously does it matter.

With friends like this I’m happier and sadder.

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Safe Friends

Here’s to safe friends, may you have a few

The stories shared don’t go anywhere

They pick on you when you’ve had a few

Pick you up when you’re feeling blue

They’re first to say sorry even if no harm was done

And they’ll laugh with glory when your fly is undone

So here’s to those safe friends 

……………may they be with you to the end

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

This week

This week I give you the lonely

To share your space humbly

A sign, a smile, a laugh, a hug

Real snippets to hold to love

To cherish with the lonely

Yes, you and me only

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

A friend

It’s a friend and 

Respite from solitude

In the clutter of 

People all around 

And no accident 

It’s you I found

The Game of Thrones 

A Netflix binge

A new board game 

A sushi cringe 

If there were 

people around 

I don’t think

I heard sound

Of course just then

we were interrupted

A party grand

Had just erupted

You can find me

Anywhere tonight

Smiling ear to ear

And within eyesight

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

Writers note:  This all started because I was thinking about rhymes to accident & incident, and came up with It's a friend... who knew it would then be a first line of a piece.

Tell me a story

It was a moment in time to share

A couple of good friends and some ale

To be sure an innocuous affair

But Friday’s child is an old wives tale

There was nothing rehearsed in that moment

Just a relaxed conversation flowing

One memory linked to the last word spoken

A few laughs and they kept going.

Out of the blue

Tell me a story

And hook me in

One tried and true

You’d never bore me

Just tell me again

She looked over her glasses with a smile

The green devilness shown through

Ok a "Did you know" moment old style

My mind blown with that voodoo

Out of the blue

She told a story

And hooked me in

Not tried and true

No way bored me

Just tell me again

A pause and an awkward silence

The proverbial fork in the road again

The right words chosen for balance

And the story was taken to the end.

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By Dave Schipper © 2017 Rose Riversongs

Wounded Heart

Your warming smile is light, in the morn, in the morn.
Forbidden love is planted and born.
What secrets your dark eyes, reveal thru your disguise.
My wounded heart rests in your arms, in your arms.
My wounded heart rests in your arms.

Love is a soft light,
A wind in the night
Words can be a call
The softest of all.
But you in the end
Are lover and friend.
But you in the end
Are lover and friend.

Time is a fleeting wind, thru my soul, thru my soul.
Just grains of sand to try and hold.
Was it yesterday, when you asked me to stay
My wounded heart has no control, no control.
My wounded heart has no control

My wounded heart
was not torn apart
But batter’d bruised
right from the start.
Now in your eyes
A glint a spark
Ignite a new fire
in this wounded heart.

Love is a soft light,
A wind in the night
Words can be a call
The softest of all.
But we in the end
Are lovers and friends.
But we in the end
Are lovers and friends.

by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs

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...

Flannel

… by Dave Schipper © 2005 Rose Riversongs

Trees are molting colors to the ground
Box elders are clinging to the door
Just wonder what going on in town
P.S. you’ll find me on the farm.

Lately the days are rushin by
Kid stuff and meetings abound
Sometimes you have to stop and sigh
Baby, don’t you wonder why?

There’s a patchwork of life
Live it til you die
Grab on the hem, and don’t give at all
In the patchwork of life
Sometimes you’re the stripes
But in the end we’re all flannel

Orange and blue fills the night skies
Children shriek and head to home
What nightly terror filled their eyes
Their chatter breaks the previous calm.

Calm is restored about ten
A glass of wine and music too
Too bad we can’t capture the wind
I’d blow it over to you.

There’s a patchwork of life
Live it til you die
Grab on the hem, and don’t give at all
In the patchwork of life
Sometimes you’re the stripes
But in the end we’re all flannel

God loves the little people

God loves little people by Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs

I’ve got lots of friends in circles, though I’m standin in a line
Hell I even knew Studs Terkel, when I didn’t have a dime.
Kind of feel a little purple, when you see the rich ones shine.
When I’m with you, I’m just Merkel, and remembered for all time.

Just a little brash ‘n clutzy, I just tried to make you mine.
I was wired, you were putzy; shook my head most of the time.
It was at that very second, when I rounded the first base.
Your eyes just seemed to beckon, I was tagged out at home plate.

God loves the little people
He treats them good and kind
He watches from his steeple
So he can laugh inside
God loves the little lovers
He feeds them all the lines
He hopes they will discover
A love that last all of time.

I charged my cell phone just for you, but you didn’t return my call
I texted so much my thumb is blue, boy I really dropped the ball
You were my only that is true, with a word you’d know I’d crawl
I’d even buy you more new shoes, cuz without you I bawl and bawl.

My Readers

My readers range,

A love Ninja to an angry man

Some live in

Stages of love decay and rebirth.

They are

Brothers, 

Sisters, 

Mothers 

and Fathers.

From families great and small.

Some touch new born flesh

And others touch senility.

I write for myself

But with them in mind.

My readers sing

To themselves or full concerts.

Some live out

Stages of the life I dream.

They are

Writers

Travelers

Artists

And performers 

From distances east to west.

Some touch with a lyric

And others with their voice.

I write mostly alone

But with them inside.

My readers love

Or they wouldn't be here.

Some I know

Details that I can't share.

They are

Young & Old

Gay & Straight

With God

And some without.

From the list, top to bottom

Some will stay long

And others are already gone.

I write from the gut

But with love in each line.

By Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs

I have been blessed with over 100 subscribers on my MySpace blog, many silent, but the hang on and someone must be reading the posts.  This is one I wrote for them a while back; what a truly delightful mix of humanity.

Loose Papers and Sweaters

Loose papers unlike life
Can be clipped and put aside.
Beat up sweats worn with pride
Store up love deep inside.

Moments come up each day
Where we reach out to say
God I love them today
Good friends so far away.

Are people like paper?
Clipped in bunches put in order.
Or are they God’s sweater?
A touch worn but loved sweeter.

I wrap myself today
Warm inside with God’s way.
Friends I love them today
Near and so far away.


© Dave Schipper 2008 Rose Riversongs