Doves

Reading Palms

Once I dreamed.

Twice I had a dream of you:
you put your face in my hand and
I caressed your cheek
like a cloud in my palm, because

I touched the face of fluffy
dove love, silly bird
chirping about our day
where we flirted with the sunny
dallies of the romps to absurd
chaos love, random folly love

We laughed so much of us

Tell me how you are, ’cause
I want to know every
joke of you
every joy

I have our music.
Give me your cheeky songs

Dove

Oh Dove,
give us our daily berry,
and gracious are you
to lend us your feather

And when you fly for us
to render our imperfect messages
we wish you good flight, but

if you would say hello to the sky
could you lift our blues, and
speak of the peace
when we would all fly
and hear as you do
a song of heaven

Yes, sing us
the hymn we crave
in the fabric of our questions

Because as you weave your nest
we see you carry the
twigs of an answer
into the Grand womb

And we sing

Happy Song (2)

Actually not happy. An unfortunate tease is needed because the excerpt maker and displayer thing doesn’t format poetry lines and just jumbles it together. Skip this if you’re not in an excerpt box. I don’t really don’t want to copy the beginning with slashes. Do I? Loneliness is being good/One forlorn is/misunderstood///Loneliness is/missing you,/said that I’d wait for you/ And now you’re dead, and/it’s not said/pourquoi/xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Loneliness Song (2)

Loneliness is being good
One forlorn is
misunderstood

Loneliness is
missing you,
said that I’d wait for you
And now you’re dead, and
it’s not said
pourquoi

Did we not
quaff a brew
of brooding love
sweet sadness
You
understood…

My breeziness now…
is whispered song,
the duet is
left for dead and

you said you’d
be a chorus too, so

Life is draining
down a drain, and
all I know is

loneliness
is you

And there is no chorus
’cause
can’t believe this day
at all, and

I cry so loud
my dog
just howls
at me

and he with love
can’t
understand
a melody
that’s coming down
forlorn.

Happy Song (draft 1)

Loneliness Song (1)

Loneliness is being good
Loneliness is misunderstood
Loneliness is missing you,
Said that I’d wait for you
And now you’re dead, and
it’s not said
pourquoi

You’re the one who
understood…
and said you’d
be a chorus too

My goodness now…
is dead
Understanding is
left for dead.
and said you’d
be a chorus too

Life is draining
down a drain, and
all I know is
loneliness
is you

And there is no chorus
’cause
can’t touch this day that
I cry so loud
my dog
just howls at me
and he doesn’t understand.

Note: Loudoun County, Virginia & the poem/song “The Daylight Special” [The Midnight Special]

“The Daylight Special” poem had too many unexplained allusions perhaps (which see). So P.S.:
    In Loudoun County, Virginia, the School Board was trying to implement a Marxist curriculum. Rather than teach pure practical math, reading, and writing, they wanted to add an insidious undercurrent of propaganda to all subjects. Like in Russia and China, they wanted good little citizens obedient to the party, who would, if necessary, report and fight against their parents. When the parents found out, they were outraged. One parent came to an ostensibly public meeting of the School Board to complain for his daughter because she was raped in the bathroom that allowed boys to come in. He was loud and angry, so they stopped him from speaking, and had him arrested. Then a lobbying group prepared a dossier calling parents “domestic terrorists,” among other things. In collusion with the White House, they tricked the Attorney General into asking field offices of the FBI to investigate and possibly charge parents with crimes. Consequently, some parents have been afraid to speak up.
There are also other interesting things to note. The group “Credence Clearwater Revival” wrote a version of the song called “The Midnight Special.” It is a traditional folk song about a special train that ran at midnight. The legend said that if the light of the train shined into a prison cell, then the prisoner would be pardoned by the Governor.
A “garland” is a wreath and also a person’s name.

Giving Credence To a Trainwreck Special

The Daylight Special (1)

Um, so guys you’re at the kitchen table
and y’hear the same old news:
the kids’ve been marched to school
y’hear the same old blues
’bout a girl raped in the bathroom
and no report at all to the school board

But you’d dare not complain, guy
’cause you’ll be troubled by the Wreath

Let Diogenes in Daylight,
shine a light on Wreaths
(at democracy’s grave)

Let Diogenes in Daylight,
shine a light on Garlands
(he’s gonna bring us all down)

Let the Daylight Special
shine a Senate light on Wreaths

Let Diogenes in Daylight,
shine an ever lantern light on garlands

Yonder comes the Louddone County School Board
come to extinguish all light, shutdown all sound,
doesn’t know a girl’s been raped, and the parents are loud

Let the Daylight Special
shine a Senate light on Wreaths

Let the Daylight Special
shine a Senate light on beliefs

Let the Daylight Special
take the Wreath to task

Let the Constitution truly
be unmasked.

If you’re ever in Louddon
gee, you’d better be quiet
you’d better not speak now
There, you’d better not speak, Lord
or the Marshall will seize ya
and the guardians will knock you down
and before you know it, guy
whoa, you’ll be sent to jail

Let the Daylight Special
shine a Senate light on beliefs

Let Diogenes in Daylight,
shine a light on Wreaths
(at democracy’s grave)

Let Diogenes in Daylight,
shine a light on garlands
(he’s gonna bring us all down)

Let Diogenes in Daylight,
shine an ever shining light on garlands

Retrospective (7) edit (Version 2)

The word “swallow” in English is interesting. It can be a fast-flying small bird with a forked tail or a different word meaning to force food from the mouth into the stomach. The bird is from Old English swealwe, but the other is from OE swelgan. Somehow in Modern English they both wound up being spelled and pronounced the same. The second one also has five metaphorical meanings. You can swallow ideas and other intangibles.

Swallow Me (2)

Oh say,
drink my magic potion
to hum an “Ode to Joy”
dear, yes
hum Beethoven
hum Dusty

’cause
if you could only hum me
when my voice is like a swallow,
I would follow you
in every flight
and even folly

You please me;
you see me, and
we are ecstasy, darling

I swallow daring
to awake, and
take to wing
my praises:

I love you, and hover
on every phrase you sing

Hum me dearly like an ode
to tickled-feathered fickles

Oh,
I can sing
for every day
I know that you are with me

Kiss me like you miss me
and I will always follow

I know you,
you show me, I
can be our song, then

Swallow me forever, so
I will be your lover

I love you,
forever

Please be
in my song, ’cause

I have always hummed you
even in my every daydream.

I love you,
forever

a rainbow symphony.

Retrospective (7)

Swallow Me

If you could only hum me
when my voice is like a swallow,
I would follow you
in every flight
and even folly

You please me;
you see me, and
we are ecstasy, darling

I swallow daring
to awake, and
take to wing
my praises:

I love you, and hover
on every phrase you sing

I can sing
for every day
I know that you are with me

Kiss me like you miss me
and I know I will always follow

I know you,
you show me, I
can be our song

Swallow me forever, so
I will be your lover

I love you,
forever

Please be
in my song, ’cause

I have always hummed you
even in my every daydream.

I love you,
forever

a rainbow symphony.

Retrospective (6)

Quirky Perfect

Sometimes you make me feel magical and
I love how you think I have
a beautiful way of doing things.

Sometimes for a microsecond I feel perfect, and
you seem perfect to discuss a symphony and sing with me.

Maybe there’s a perfection cake to taste together, and
I’d share the strawberries with you.

Many times you seem perfect for the moment, but
I can’t promise any feeling is reality; I can only say

I love the moment, love how
I imagine you as if we could be quirky perfect.

Retrospective (5)

Eating Tornadoes

I’ve heard a tornado can lift a
herd of cows into the air
(besides the houses)

But when it lifts scratching cats
tears out potatoes, lifts
out onions from the ground, and
out with flour from the warehouse,
it rains potato pancakes,
and when those hungry people
at the end of the emergent rainbow
catch mash in a hot frying pan,
deliciousness is cooked, and
it’s fresh like a fork in the road

Retrospective (4)

Giraffe

There is a giraffe who reads my words for me
stands up tall because she loves me like a high leaf

She has a reading every Friday at the club
and they love her because she is so beautiful
and she is so slim and long necked, yes!

She is so cool when
she reaches high
and reaches low

She has no stage fright and
her heart beats true always for me;
I think she can throb for me
without a worry about her heart
except if she would think I would not kiss her neck, but

I would and would all over
and even take her hand for
an innocent walk in the woods

just because I want to
share the moon with her
and do a silly howl or
a lullaby for a Friday night
when she comes home with me
high on applause but
waiting for me to clap
and I do of course, because

we will turn many leaves indeed
just like we always knew some day
we would learn to speak
the language of love like
the necking of the Sun and the Moon,
light on a leaf of belief standing tall.