Best Coo Poems
Early in the morning just beyond daybreak, the cooing of doves
Coo, coo, coo always in threes, conveying to its mate of his love
Soon sun will be higher, proof of love will begin with the feedings
I shovel winter
juxtapositions folly
I dig spring
John G. Lawless
©5/22/2018
Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo
Under dark grey clouds
Dripping wet peonies bend
Sun dry shine erect
Screech, Coo, or Gobble –for contest
The Dove!!
What would we do
in the darkness of icy winter
sit cold and hungry
listen to its inane cooing?
The Eagle!!
The lofty hermit…
soaring above - alone
screeching at the wind
unapproachable aerie dweller.
The Turkey!!
Ah, the delectable turkey
fat thighs of hefty drumsticks
pale white meaty breast
sweet rendezvous at dinner’s plate.
Less handsome – yet
more filling than the dove.
A sensible choice
Eagle vs Turkey
Symbol vs Sustenance
Ideals vs Pragmatism.
10/10/2015
submitted to – 1776: The Eagle, The Dove, or the Turkey? poetry contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman
My brother liked to steal my cloze
I said I like too wear my socks two
He had a girlfriend named rose
That he'd bring home when our parents were aweigh
He'd say to her "I love you deer"
And give her a flour or to
One day I said "I want a girl that listens to medal"
He laughed and told me I was cereal
But I mustard up the courage without mintsing words
And i said to his girlfriend "you should merry me"
She said "yes" and my brother could only grown
But he'll be my best man when me and her get married at the beech
He'll be wearing socks and sandals by the see
And I'll be sockless but merrying rose happily
doves quarrelling
which movie is better
coo-coos nest
John G. Lawless
©8/1/2018
Three white doves sitting on a line
One said to the other "Hey, that one's mine"
The other said to another "But I'm with you"
So, they all cooed together...
And away they flew
Future Tense
The nightmare rested in that kitschy urn
consuming his every breath
cold irony of death
© 4/1/2017
submitted to – Form K – Kimo – Poetry Contest
In the religion
Of the pigeon
Possessing a feathered pinion
Stands as proof of the opinion
That the pigeon holds dominion
Over all creation
For in the Holy Word
Of this enlightened bird
It is the avian creed,
That not intelligence, but speed
Is the gift that God decreed
For this, His chosen nation.
So in their highest perches
That serve them as their churches
The bird world’s chosen few
Will strut toward their pew
And with bowing neck will coo
In pious adulation.
© Barry Freeman - July 2016
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"Add you," off hers Kate.
'Fee Knee Seam Oh'
Coo coo goes the pigeon
Coo coo I can hear him
Coo cooing this morning
Coo cooing this evening
Coo cooing he’s trying
Coo cooing I'm sighing
Coo cooing he's winning
Coo thud on the glazing
Coo cooer’s now dying
Cooray no more cooin’
Coo coo goes the pigeon
Coo cuckoo I'm goin’
The trains are always on time
One running north
One running south
On the same track
It makes perfect sense when they collide
Who are we to question business practice
Authority is always right up and down the line
Little Bambi nibbles grass between the rails
Poor thing doesn't understand mass transit
East and West are foreign concepts too
Poor dear only knows north and south directions
And does not question and can not spell
She looks up and down the track for traffic
And gets confused by choo choos actions
Going fast on rails is funny and must be fun
Two steps up and two steps back then crash!
Her final words were whispered
Coo coo ca choo... then Boom!
Bye bye Bambi bye-bye
The trains are always on time
Up and down the line
Authors note: Sadly this tragic event below is a true story that happened this past week end.
*At least two people were killed early Sunday when an Amtrak passenger train collided with a CSX freight train in South Carolina. About 70 people were transported from the scene with injuries, according to the Lexington County Sheriff's Office.The collision occurred about 2:35 a.m. in Cayce, S.C., near Charleston Highway and Pine Ridge Road, authorities said. The Amtrak train was No. 91, traveling between New York and Miami. The Amtrak train's lead engine derailed, as did some passenger cars, an Amtrak statement said.
My only questions are; Why can't they figure out how to have one set of tracks devoted for north bound trains and another set of tracks devoted for south bound trains? Is it really that complicated?
Every day and in every life, a pigeon passes by
We usually don't take heed of this Spitfire of the sky.
You'll find it's been out foraging or finding things for nests,
For parenting, I think you'll find that pigeons do it best.
Their bedding may be shabby, not lined with fleece or silk
But unlike most in the avian world, these birds produce rare milk.
The squabs grow up all big and strong, with no formal education
But if you ever see one 'lost', you will be mistaken.
Their homing skills are second to none, so salute them on their way
Through battlefields and across far seas, these birds have saved the day.
The prime difference
Between a "s l i t" and a "s l u t"
Is just "U" and "I"