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
Showing posts with label Lonely. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lonely. Show all posts
Friday, October 20, 2017
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Baker Street
The window glows on the 2nd floor
At 2204 Baker Street.
It’s been on for months, but no one notices
Life goes on to the same beat.
Can some one live without any one else?
Even to hear a stranger’s hi?
She neatly sits as the silence grows
Barely a whispered sigh.
The only ones who take note are the children
Mischief-makers to many
But they are the ones who seek her out;
They look for the old Granny.
Old, that eternally changing yardstick
She picks up the Big 5-0- card
A single card, and no call in two weeks
When reality hits, it hits hard.
Too many think they turned to bottle
To self-destruct or just give up.
She opened her wine like a brothel
And she poured her queen’s cup.
The window glows on the 2nd floor
And the gentlemen are about
All the wealth and glamour she adores.
Just about then she blacked out.
The window glows on the 2nd floor
At 2204 Baker Street.
It’s been on for months, but no one notices
Life goes on to the same beat.
By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs
At 2204 Baker Street.
It’s been on for months, but no one notices
Life goes on to the same beat.
Can some one live without any one else?
Even to hear a stranger’s hi?
She neatly sits as the silence grows
Barely a whispered sigh.
The only ones who take note are the children
Mischief-makers to many
But they are the ones who seek her out;
They look for the old Granny.
Old, that eternally changing yardstick
She picks up the Big 5-0- card
A single card, and no call in two weeks
When reality hits, it hits hard.
Too many think they turned to bottle
To self-destruct or just give up.
She opened her wine like a brothel
And she poured her queen’s cup.
The window glows on the 2nd floor
And the gentlemen are about
All the wealth and glamour she adores.
Just about then she blacked out.
The window glows on the 2nd floor
At 2204 Baker Street.
It’s been on for months, but no one notices
Life goes on to the same beat.
By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs
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
Saturday, February 7, 2009
I tried.

I tried.
Truly I did.
I lied.
Falsely I stared.
I waited.
Listening close.
I shuddered.
Shaking cold.
I stopped then.
Turning around.
I shouted loud.
Damning them all.
I waited again.
Listening closer.
I heard nothing.
Dying inside.
I tried.
Truly I did.
I lied.
Falsely I died.
Dave Zeman © 2008
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