Best Dave Poems

Dave
Reflective, questioning, introspective, introverted 
Father of Daniel
Lover of Daniel, music, and mathematics
Who feels wonder, gratitude, and sentiment 
Who fears climate change, nuclear war, and ill health 
Who would like to see a passenger pigeon, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and Pentangle in concert
Resident of Seal Beach, California
Crandall

Daniel

I...

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There once was a fellow named Dave
To a pen, he was master and slave
During the day he would lust
A blank sheet did not trust
Yet at the end of the day he would cave...

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Huge hands extracted heavy red clay lumps
gleaned from Edgefield's argil soil,
placing it
upon the whirling wheel.
Fingers roughened,
he formed, shaped, with master skill
vessels fit --
massive stoneware pieces, usable, rare.
Sinuous liquid clay upon black hands
like tortured blood from harsh slave-beating wounds,
dripping down dark skin,
branded, 
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A braggard by name of Big Dave
Said how he missed death by a shave
New version each day
But then passed away
No update so far from the grave


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I once knew a fine poet named Dave
Who wrote poems that Shakespeare would crave
But when doubters shouted
Dave not only pouted
But fried his poems in the microwave...

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Listen to my tale of a leprechaun named Dave,
a wee folk from Ireland, that I caught in a cave.
Dave's mostly a happy-go-lucky kind of guy,
but he's afraid of large birds, like hawks in the sky.
Irish country folks loved to leave Dave food and drink,
and when...

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For the past half billion years
They crawled the earth both soil and sphere
Million trillion unknown souls
To eat and breed their only goal
Homme or femme hermaphrodite
In pairs romance 'neath damp moonlight

Throughout the year they dig and toil
By the billions aerate soil
Breaking down organic matter
A major fertilising...

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I wish we could
sit in a soft field 
of flowers and bask
in the sun on our
faces-I'd do it alone and
think of you and what
you would say in the
inspiritational message-
the sharing in the simplicity,
in the humaness of the 
moment-in the sheer 
joy to be in a...

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Dazzling Dave always took care
Of his flowing golden brown hair
Of his appearance he always took pride
Shiny white teeth, a swaggering stride
 
A ladies man, all the girls swoon
Whenever Dave, enters a room
For other men, Dave was trouble
With his sparkling eyes and designer stubble
 
He was...

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Chinese Dave is not Chinese, he just likes Chinese food,
He’ll eat it till his tummy bursts whene’er he’s in the mood.
He scoffs Chow Mein and Egg Foo Yung and Fried Rice by the plateful,
And then his botty burps. Oh dear! Stand back! You will be...

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Dave Grigger is marinating in the tub.
Stopped by the Dollar-General and
got some bubble-bath. Feels like a
a jacuzzi at a midget night club filled
with gassy-ass dwarfs.

Reach for the cigs - wait - 
dab hands on towel to dry.
Cool.
Now reach for the cigs, draw
one, like a blunted...

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Product of Dave the Brave

Product of Peace
Product of Poverty
Product of Happy
Product of Charity 
P-Product of crazy...weightless envy...bipolar blues...etc. etc.

Product of selfish ambition ...
A shameful sin in disguise 
Turning my cheek to this decision
Discussion goes beyond the sight of eyes 

That's what they consider me as...
That's...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best years of my life

he fixed cars
with a pipe slowly smoking

a magician with gauges and valves

he drank small amounts of beer
most...

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High home summer hill

Straining, sucking, sitting

Staring, stopped and stick-

A pit-prop tight and gripped.

The trees across the valley

Much higher than he can go now.

I pant to reassure him

In time with his withered eyes.

His tongue, tombed gritty green

He’s faithful, though he’s fading

Bones in death-grey jumper

Where will he...

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Strumming along to a troubadour's lament
tears pool and flow while I press  
the strings playing out the notes
forcing myself as  
I struggle to forge forward
overcome with a sorrow beyond sorrows
and a grief with no relief
Through the rhythm of the music
my heart relaxes
the timing,...

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