Meant to coo and to sing
doves now wear war wings
A world that’s up in flames
a coo cannot reclaim
Mona Lisa’s crooked smile
on a half-crushed Campbell’s Soup can
Joe Dimaggio reciting his pronouns uneasily
then lowering his batting hand
into a scalding hot cup
of ‘Mr. Coffee’
Where have you gone, Mrs. Robinson?
Where else? to the bathroom
~ Hemorrhoids again
Barney Fife whittling Andy’s image to
sawdust with a rusty pocket-knife
-- contracting tetanus in the process
Andy Warhol grinning madly as the
word ‘culture’ is finally eliminated
from America’s lexicon
~ All hail to pink, plastic flamingoes! ~
a cooing of doves
lost in the rustle of leaves
feathered flight plans
a breeze whispers
a cold tingle on my neck
shiver me timbers
the scent of bacon
a soft crackling of leaves
snowflakes a-flutter
a grandmother snores
snuggling with an old house cat
mysteries unfold
as clouds play their games
sunbeams dance on the walls
a cat’s tail counts coup
Soft and gentle like a morning dove's coo
perched on a branch he knows what to do
Feathery little thing of white and blue
matches the skies, with perfected hue
Written: November 12, 2023
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The place's full of orcs and witches
and pumpkins with straw in their britches
vampires are creeping round
with zombies swarming bound
and Frankenstein's face full of stitches
They giggle and yell, "Trick or treat!"
then open their bags full of sweets
I throw some sweets in there
and I cause them a scare
and coo as they race down the street.
HAIKU coo ka choo
or Mrs. Robinson writes a poem.
HAIKU coo ka choo
Everything is okay
Count Five Seven Five
by
Martin Braun
August 2, 2023
'Coo coo ka choo' was used in Simon and Garfunkel's 1968 song “Mrs. Robinson". The phrase was used in the 60s and 70s as a way of saying 'all good' or 'everything is okay'.
coo-l the pigeon
adorned in gray bodysuit -
acing the anklets
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
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
fuzzy willow buds
some look much like duds
sparking with spring dew
robins give a coo
The prime difference
Between a "s l i t" and a "s l u t"
Is just "U" and "I"
my world took flight with appetite
those bastions precisely planned
slowly collapsed and caved
on shifting drifting sand
you were the screen in my submarine
the rubber crutch on which I lean
holes in my boat letting water out
and the sour in cabbage kraut
dominos fall
when the clock strikes two
a shrew flew over my cuckoo
and the shrew that flew is you
the mourning dove sits
the grave gravely has been dug
e we are out tonight
( bassey voice intro's).....signorina, signorina,
is he hypergamy
no, no,
he loves me
he really really loves me
oh signorina,
oh signorina
might i spend my
days loving you
( the malo).....honey, darling, sweetie
love me tomorrow
love me tonight
sweet heart
my darling lady
my signorina
love me tomorrow
(femalo).....no,no,no!
take your rags and leave
i have separated us
now you can leave
( malo).....no,no,no
my darling
i beg ye my lover
i love you now
if we stay together
(musical blurr)
ha, say ye oh lover
might we find reason
to love
then say my lover
find friends who love us
in love
we need one another
we want to be together
let no one separate us
say you'll leave me never
my love
my love
my lover
we are right for each other
love me my lady
say you'll love me forever
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.
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