Crumbs

I’m good with the crumbs of your life
As you add layer and layer of icing
The base holds a strong foundation

Where once I was offered a huge slice
I'm content to lick my fingers of icing
With joy and jubilation

Yes I would relish a full serving
An hour of talking and listening
Till then, my crumb celebration  

by Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs

When

When your eyes go blurry, 

Follow the white lines
When your words are slurred,

You know it’s time.

We're a breath away

From the shadow
Starting every day

In a hole.

Seems to be no limit

To the pain
Or joy from the pulpit,

Just disdain

If we lock her up,

Well who’s next?
If they shut him up

At what risk?

We so much long

For gentle touch
We need a new song

So very much

Until we do find 

Such respite

Let's take the time

To comfort

...
One another 

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

Graceful & Grand Mary

Here's a piece written over 5 years ago for Lady Mary and many other fair skin dark eye angels that easily cast a spell on me.  I was reminded of it as I was pitching Barry to learn the melody on his full size Irish Harp.


Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

There but a moment when we met
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Casted a spell to tear me apart.
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

A season must pass until we meet
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

To renew a love more replete
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Rose Riversongs

Mary's Eyes.... rephrased.

Mary's eyes are auburn hue
And her hair's Newcastle gold
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul.
She's as faithful to her history
As a servant to his last;
For she's standing on the bones of England’s past.

Chorus:
She's singing of the graces
And the balance of the grand,
'Til I can almost feel my senses slipping through my trembling hand.
And I wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two...

Mary's wise and she is foolish;
She's as constant as the tide.
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn girl’s pride.
We are saints and we are sinners,
We are heros we are theives. We are all of us servants on the road to the abbey.

Chorus

So let us cheer of glass of wine
To the East where Downton lies,
And we will stare across the waters
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes.
We are ships without a harbor,
We are sailors on dry land,
And the show goes on forever
Even though the Crawley’s can't.

Chorus

Originally written by Janis Ian inspired by Mary Black, Rephrased by Dave Schipper without permission… Yet.

Song made popular by Gaelic Storm, here are the original lyrics.

Lady Mary

I know Mary is not for real.
Her perfection perfected in an hour
In costumes selected with zeal
And details down to the flowers.



I cannot live in Mary’s façade
But I breathe in and enjoy it;
Reach out to take her hand
Walk to the garden and sit.

Oh Mary to live in your dream
Would make mortal men melt
I can only wish and scheme
Then wonder how it all felt.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Roseriversongs

Dedicated to Lady Mary Crawley

In between lines and life...

In between the lines
Embedded in the pixels
Are unspoken words of love

There will come a time
When digital becomes flesh
Words will shine light from above

It will hold surprise
Secret pleasure and of course
Disappointments of some kind

Yes this is real life
But no excuse to stop you
For you will touch flesh so fine.

So you’re impatient?
There’s no instant message here
And life won’t turn on a dime.

Learn to be content
Write a line to remember
And don’t forget it should rhyme

At least this time.

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs