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Welcome to the two pages of my poetry, I started to write poetry in 1976 for my own personal growth after my divorce. I never intended to share my writing in the beginning but over the years I wrote about other things as well and have been published in six poetry books and received writing honers at www.poetrysoup.com I hope you enjoy my writing it is from my heart and my life's experience. I am interested in what you think about my poetry I encourage you to contact me on my contact page.
Welcome to the two pages of my poetry, I started to write poetry in 1976 for my own personal growth after my divorce. I never intended to share my writing in the beginning but over the years I wrote about other things as well and have been published in six poetry books and received writing honers at www.poetrysoup.com I hope you enjoy my writing it is from my heart and my life's experience. I am interested in what you think about my poetry I encourage you to contact me on my contact page.
An American Warrior
An American Warrior
please tell me why if you can
the reason I don’t have a right hand
my right leg is missing as well
all I can say is war is hell
I volunteered to serve my country to defend it from harm
and to protect peoples in foreign lands
who wanted to be free from tyranny
when I look at the news I shed a tear
at what my buddies and I gave
and all my buddies laying in their grave
was all for not
the country of Iraq is worse off today and falling apart
and will not survive
so I ask again
what did I give my right hand and leg for
for what for what I scream and shout
what was my sacrifice all about
please tell me if you can my mind and body are in pain
tears fall from my eyes like an April rain
my body is not whole and I can't do things I once did
I am one American Warrior who is mad as hell
The way this poem came about is; I was sitting in my easy chair when these thoughts kept coming into my head. I wrote these words down as best I could. Some wounded American Warrior Hero somewhere was thinking these thoughts, I just happened to tune them in and write them down. I have written 12 poems this way over the years. God bless our American Warrior Hero’s. by Dennis Davis July, 4th 2014
please tell me why if you can
the reason I don’t have a right hand
my right leg is missing as well
all I can say is war is hell
I volunteered to serve my country to defend it from harm
and to protect peoples in foreign lands
who wanted to be free from tyranny
when I look at the news I shed a tear
at what my buddies and I gave
and all my buddies laying in their grave
was all for not
the country of Iraq is worse off today and falling apart
and will not survive
so I ask again
what did I give my right hand and leg for
for what for what I scream and shout
what was my sacrifice all about
please tell me if you can my mind and body are in pain
tears fall from my eyes like an April rain
my body is not whole and I can't do things I once did
I am one American Warrior who is mad as hell
The way this poem came about is; I was sitting in my easy chair when these thoughts kept coming into my head. I wrote these words down as best I could. Some wounded American Warrior Hero somewhere was thinking these thoughts, I just happened to tune them in and write them down. I have written 12 poems this way over the years. God bless our American Warrior Hero’s. by Dennis Davis July, 4th 2014
New York City early evening
I Started Missing You Again
walking down fifth avenue
in the early evening mist
store windows lit with neon lights
just taking in the sights
sunset just beyond the afternoon delights
I started missing you again
missing moments when we kissed
the way we touched with tenderness
the way you held me in your hand
the way I knew I was your man
I started missing you again
time has a way of passing by
I pray you found your happiness
with a man that deserves your love
I was such a fool in my foolish ways in those days
I did not realize what I had
that’s what makes me sad
I started missing you again
saw two lovers pass me by
going some place special faces all a glow
as my eyes began to fill with tears
thinking of our special years
through the good times and the stormy weather
I started missing you again
my love for you will never die
I just wish we never said goodbye
the shows where we would go
all the ole haunts
the little restaurants
what could have should have been
I started missing you again
evening mist turns into rain
people look as they pass by
they can’t tell I’m crying in the rain
I started missing you again
by Dennis Davis 1988
walking down fifth avenue
in the early evening mist
store windows lit with neon lights
just taking in the sights
sunset just beyond the afternoon delights
I started missing you again
missing moments when we kissed
the way we touched with tenderness
the way you held me in your hand
the way I knew I was your man
I started missing you again
time has a way of passing by
I pray you found your happiness
with a man that deserves your love
I was such a fool in my foolish ways in those days
I did not realize what I had
that’s what makes me sad
I started missing you again
saw two lovers pass me by
going some place special faces all a glow
as my eyes began to fill with tears
thinking of our special years
through the good times and the stormy weather
I started missing you again
my love for you will never die
I just wish we never said goodbye
the shows where we would go
all the ole haunts
the little restaurants
what could have should have been
I started missing you again
evening mist turns into rain
people look as they pass by
they can’t tell I’m crying in the rain
I started missing you again
by Dennis Davis 1988
What Love is All About
What Is Love All About
inquiring minds want to know
what is love all about
what does love mean
what is the definition of love
love is such an easy word to say
so many people have no idea what love is all about
when a woman says she loves you
does she mean she loves what you have
does she want what you possess
does she believe you owe her her dreams
does she really love you for you
when a man says he love you
does he mean he loves the way you look
does he just want to be sexually satisfied
does he enjoy your cooking
does he really love you for you
if love were so binding then divorce would not happen
perhaps love has nothing to do with marriage
does divorce happen when you get to know your mate
why do people come apart
was love in their heart from the start
ask yourself do I love her because she loves me
or do I love her because I love her
or do people really believe in the marriage vows that they say
on that special day
I don’t have the answers I'm only asking the questions
by Dennis Davis 2015
inquiring minds want to know
what is love all about
what does love mean
what is the definition of love
love is such an easy word to say
so many people have no idea what love is all about
when a woman says she loves you
does she mean she loves what you have
does she want what you possess
does she believe you owe her her dreams
does she really love you for you
when a man says he love you
does he mean he loves the way you look
does he just want to be sexually satisfied
does he enjoy your cooking
does he really love you for you
if love were so binding then divorce would not happen
perhaps love has nothing to do with marriage
does divorce happen when you get to know your mate
why do people come apart
was love in their heart from the start
ask yourself do I love her because she loves me
or do I love her because I love her
or do people really believe in the marriage vows that they say
on that special day
I don’t have the answers I'm only asking the questions
by Dennis Davis 2015
Oak tree just blowing in the Wind
Just Blowing In The Wind
I am the last Oak leaf left near the top of this mighty Oak tree
wondering what is to become of me
thousands of Oak leafs were here just a few days ago
now they are all gone
the night air begins to chill as the days get shorter
the beautiful emerald green color I once was
is now a scarlet red-- is this the color of death
Oak leafs by the thousands lay upon the cold hard ground
who once were friends of mine
and the mighty Oak tree is now bare except for me
the cold and chilly wind blows gently through the empty lonely branches
causing me to flutter and shutter
but I hold on even tighter for dear life clinging to my branch
as the wind calls out my name
from so high atop this mighty Oak tree
I wonder is this what it’s all about
is this the end of my brief life just one season
laying down there with all the other scarlet red Oak leafs looking up at me
I wonder what my life’s accomplishments were I scream and shout
but no one can hear my cries of pain was it all in vain
did I accomplish anything of worth while I was here
did I do what I was born to do
before my life is through
now I’m just blowing in the wind just blowing in the wind
by Dennis Davis 2013
I am the last Oak leaf left near the top of this mighty Oak tree
wondering what is to become of me
thousands of Oak leafs were here just a few days ago
now they are all gone
the night air begins to chill as the days get shorter
the beautiful emerald green color I once was
is now a scarlet red-- is this the color of death
Oak leafs by the thousands lay upon the cold hard ground
who once were friends of mine
and the mighty Oak tree is now bare except for me
the cold and chilly wind blows gently through the empty lonely branches
causing me to flutter and shutter
but I hold on even tighter for dear life clinging to my branch
as the wind calls out my name
from so high atop this mighty Oak tree
I wonder is this what it’s all about
is this the end of my brief life just one season
laying down there with all the other scarlet red Oak leafs looking up at me
I wonder what my life’s accomplishments were I scream and shout
but no one can hear my cries of pain was it all in vain
did I accomplish anything of worth while I was here
did I do what I was born to do
before my life is through
now I’m just blowing in the wind just blowing in the wind
by Dennis Davis 2013
My Loving Promise to You
My Promise To You
as long as I stand
I promise you I will always be your man
as long as I stand I will be standing by your side
you are my wife my bride my life
as long as I stand
I will protect you from all harm
just hold onto my arm we will walk side by side together
into the sunset the sunset of our years
I may loose my hair or have it all turn gray or gain a pound or two
but I will look at you with all my love I will always see you as beautiful as you can be
on the day you gave yourself to me
never will I look at or desire another
that’s the way I was raised
like my father looked at my mother
as long as I stand I promise you I will always be your man
you can depend on me
by Dennis Davis 2000
as long as I stand
I promise you I will always be your man
as long as I stand I will be standing by your side
you are my wife my bride my life
as long as I stand
I will protect you from all harm
just hold onto my arm we will walk side by side together
into the sunset the sunset of our years
I may loose my hair or have it all turn gray or gain a pound or two
but I will look at you with all my love I will always see you as beautiful as you can be
on the day you gave yourself to me
never will I look at or desire another
that’s the way I was raised
like my father looked at my mother
as long as I stand I promise you I will always be your man
you can depend on me
by Dennis Davis 2000
Hawaiian Sunrise
Hawaiian Sunrise
I am at total peace
sitting upon the cool sparkling snow white sandy beach
feeling the chill of the still early morning air begin to warm
waves lapping, slapping, caressing the sea shore forever more
as though the sea was talking only to me
dolphins splashing, dancing
watching and waiting for the golden sun to rise an shine
at the edge of the dark blue green sea
turning the midnight sky into the miracle of a brand new day
what a blessed event it is for me
to be here to begin my new day
I feel God's grace upon my face
each and every morn
and if you find me here alone
know that I am not lonely
by Dennis Davis 2005
I am at total peace
sitting upon the cool sparkling snow white sandy beach
feeling the chill of the still early morning air begin to warm
waves lapping, slapping, caressing the sea shore forever more
as though the sea was talking only to me
dolphins splashing, dancing
watching and waiting for the golden sun to rise an shine
at the edge of the dark blue green sea
turning the midnight sky into the miracle of a brand new day
what a blessed event it is for me
to be here to begin my new day
I feel God's grace upon my face
each and every morn
and if you find me here alone
know that I am not lonely
by Dennis Davis 2005
Johnny Cash at the Gates of Heaven
Hello Jesus I'm Johnny Cash
hello Jesus, I’m Johnny Cash
its been a long and winding dusty road
that I have traveled to get here
I know that I have stepped off
the right path a few times in my life
but I have known and loved you since
I was just a little boy
I really hope that that counts for something
in my life I have tried to do the best I can
to help and be of comfort to my fellow man
by my deeds and my songs
with the talent that you gave to me
I pray I have used it well and made you proud
singing for my supper in the beginning was not easy for me
but I believed in my talent and would not fail
one of the greatest gifts that I ever received from you
and I believe that you had something to do
with finding the love of my life my wife June
I thank you for that gift that changed me for the better
June was the wind beneath my wings
I have always known she was an angel
from heaven you sent to me
I stand before you at the gates of heaven
a humble man with hat in hand
my hope is that you will let me into heaven
and be invited to join your band
by Dennis Davis 2014
hello Jesus, I’m Johnny Cash
its been a long and winding dusty road
that I have traveled to get here
I know that I have stepped off
the right path a few times in my life
but I have known and loved you since
I was just a little boy
I really hope that that counts for something
in my life I have tried to do the best I can
to help and be of comfort to my fellow man
by my deeds and my songs
with the talent that you gave to me
I pray I have used it well and made you proud
singing for my supper in the beginning was not easy for me
but I believed in my talent and would not fail
one of the greatest gifts that I ever received from you
and I believe that you had something to do
with finding the love of my life my wife June
I thank you for that gift that changed me for the better
June was the wind beneath my wings
I have always known she was an angel
from heaven you sent to me
I stand before you at the gates of heaven
a humble man with hat in hand
my hope is that you will let me into heaven
and be invited to join your band
by Dennis Davis 2014
Jesus my Savior in the Manger
My Savior my Lord
on Christmas day
my savior was born
so long, long ago
under the star of Bethlehem
in a manger
baby Jesus lying there
in swaddling clothes
as three Kings present their gifts
shepherds kneeling on the ground
Angels flying all around
declaring a new King of Kings was born
to bring the good word
from heaven above
blessed be my lord and savior
born on Christmas day
who loves me more than I can say
Dennis Davis 12/2/14
on Christmas day
my savior was born
so long, long ago
under the star of Bethlehem
in a manger
baby Jesus lying there
in swaddling clothes
as three Kings present their gifts
shepherds kneeling on the ground
Angels flying all around
declaring a new King of Kings was born
to bring the good word
from heaven above
blessed be my lord and savior
born on Christmas day
who loves me more than I can say
Dennis Davis 12/2/14
Jesus is the Reason for the Season
Jesus is the Reason for the Season
Christmas comes but once a year
a blessed celebration we all hold so dear
of the birth of our Lord Jesus
who is the reason for the season
we all celebrate in many ways
each in our own way
by giving gifts to family and friends we love
with open hearts we share
it’s the season to express and show your happiness
singing songs of peace, love and joy
sleigh bells ring and children sing
the wonderful Christmas songs of the season
as angels fly through the air
Christmas trees with lights all aglow
homes decorated all in a row
waiting for Santa Claus to show
Christmas celebration is all about love and fun
from special candies to food and such
all the goodies we love to eat so very much
to share our love for the one
who was born this day
to bring about peace and harmony
for all of history
our lord Jesus Christ in Heaven up above
by Dennis Davis 2013
Christmas comes but once a year
a blessed celebration we all hold so dear
of the birth of our Lord Jesus
who is the reason for the season
we all celebrate in many ways
each in our own way
by giving gifts to family and friends we love
with open hearts we share
it’s the season to express and show your happiness
singing songs of peace, love and joy
sleigh bells ring and children sing
the wonderful Christmas songs of the season
as angels fly through the air
Christmas trees with lights all aglow
homes decorated all in a row
waiting for Santa Claus to show
Christmas celebration is all about love and fun
from special candies to food and such
all the goodies we love to eat so very much
to share our love for the one
who was born this day
to bring about peace and harmony
for all of history
our lord Jesus Christ in Heaven up above
by Dennis Davis 2013
My Dog And Me
MY DOG AND ME
Lord help me to be
the person my dog thinks I am
by Dennis Davis 2014
Lord help me to be
the person my dog thinks I am
by Dennis Davis 2014
My Sunday Morning Tangled Bed
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning shadows floating across the room
golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall
Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching
laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed
as my hands slowly ever so lightly
touch your smooth warm flesh
touching with all my tenderness
from head to toe they search to find
the hidden corners of your mind
in my tangled Sunday morning bed
touching places that have
never been touched like this before
in the early morning shadows
softly laying touching in my
tangled Sunday morning bed
by Dennis Davis 2000
Sunday morning shadows floating across the room
golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall
Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching
laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed
as my hands slowly ever so lightly
touch your smooth warm flesh
touching with all my tenderness
from head to toe they search to find
the hidden corners of your mind
in my tangled Sunday morning bed
touching places that have
never been touched like this before
in the early morning shadows
softly laying touching in my
tangled Sunday morning bed
by Dennis Davis 2000
What is a Poet
what makes a person a poet inquiring minds want to know if you are able to write a poem does that make you a poet or do you need to write more then one how about a hundred poems written down can you now declare for all to see that you are now a poet is the writing of the perfect poem your passion do you put any part of you within your poem or is it just words you write do your words evoke emotion do your words all blend or rhyme do they tell a story or are they just words upon a page without any rime or reason how about writing during a particular season does that make you a poet I can only comment on me and what I write late into the night I’ve been writing poems for so many years sometimes my words bring about joy sometimes tears feelings that touch my heart my mind my soul many a time I’ve faced the empty page not knowing or having any idea where to start hoping my hand would begin to automatically move across the page like so many times before although I know I only write for me not for others to judge or see its my feelings my ideas my stories my children all my loves my life that I write about my ups and downs sometimes my sadness gets the best of me facing my reality my life and human strife facing my history writing of my poems is my therapy in what I write down and write about but some times it really really feels good when a family member friend or even a stranger has read a poem or poems what I have written and says to me I like what you have written your poems they touch my heart my mind my soul thank you for sharing your poems with me I believe that you should share your poems for many more people to see I say thank you for your kind words they mean a lot to me am I a poet well that’s your call not for me to say all I know is I just love to write the words that move me and I hope they do the same for you Dennis Davis 2010
what makes a person a poet inquiring minds want to know if you are able to write a poem does that make you a poet or do you need to write more then one how about a hundred poems written down can you now declare for all to see that you are now a poet is the writing of the perfect poem your passion do you put any part of you within your poem or is it just words you write do your words evoke emotion do your words all blend or rhyme do they tell a story or are they just words upon a page without any rime or reason how about writing during a particular season does that make you a poet I can only comment on me and what I write late into the night I’ve been writing poems for so many years sometimes my words bring about joy sometimes tears feelings that touch my heart my mind my soul many a time I’ve faced the empty page not knowing or having any idea where to start hoping my hand would begin to automatically move across the page like so many times before although I know I only write for me not for others to judge or see its my feelings my ideas my stories my children all my loves my life that I write about my ups and downs sometimes my sadness gets the best of me facing my reality my life and human strife facing my history writing of my poems is my therapy in what I write down and write about but some times it really really feels good when a family member friend or even a stranger has read a poem or poems what I have written and says to me I like what you have written your poems they touch my heart my mind my soul thank you for sharing your poems with me I believe that you should share your poems for many more people to see I say thank you for your kind words they mean a lot to me am I a poet well that’s your call not for me to say all I know is I just love to write the words that move me and I hope they do the same for you Dennis Davis 2010
