Mr Pigeon puffs his chest out for the chase.
The female edges away as he creeps near.
Because she doesn't know how to get away
They run in circles everywhere.
She skips and hops like it's a game.
She eggs him on to do the same.
The ducks lay nestled and oblivious
To the chaos of his crush.
It's funny to watch his attempts to woo.
Yet however varied his depths of coo
She flaps away. He stands briefly alone.
Then he continues the search for his pigeonette
In the park he roams.
When Aarohi smiles
the whole world brightens.
Her face lights up
like the first morning sun
breaking through clouds.
Her cooing sounds
softer than whispers,
gentler than rain
on summer leaves,
weave stories only hearts can hear.
I watch her laugh
and time stands still.
The universe pauses,
breathless,
to listen.
In those eyes
I see everything that matters:
innocence,
wonder,
the pure joy of being.
Her smile heals
what words cannot.
Her coos remind us
of the simple miracle
of existence.
Aarohi,
your smile is home.
Your voice is magic.
In your laughter,
we all become children again.
My vices and my faults are legion
how I hate that cooing pigeon
pooping right outside my door
i cannot sleep for death entices
promises to end my vices
silencing my painful snore
and yet in vain I blindly struggle
beneath black blankets darkly snuggle
deny my essence to the core
within life's book the battle rages
against the truth of yellowed pages
scattered on the bedroom floor
she isn't here and never was
her memory a flaming buzz
is it the flame that I adore
scorched within and vilified
by endless nights wherein I've died
as pigeons cooed outside my door
the shadow of the swinging loop
the smell of two day old bird poop
it thus will end I'll bear no more
and yet I hesitate in fear
that she may somehow draw me near
engulf me in her flaming core
erase the pain of passion's past
share with me one last repast
a love, both lovers, so abhor
am I but fodder for her soul
consumed somehow yet still left whole
by a love we both deplore
John G. Lawless
©11/27/2023
wrestle the night away
until doves coo for sunshine
thank
you
insomnia
breaths left
this noise in my head
the imperfect man that I am
thought we had a deal
ask nothing owe nothing
you give this gift
anyway
and
it humbles me
Extreme heat, mild hail at night, questions
But at dawn, those venturing at 5, see signs
That autumn is rolling in like a ball of yarn
A challenge to equanimity, healing Shalom,
For the human condition urges overthinking
With God's gift beside me, I breathe, I breathe
O solo mio
I am in love
with a cooing bird
a turtledove
I am so happy
That's why I sing
I've just one question ~
How the H (hold this note for a long time!)
do I hump this thing?
The crescent moon is humming soft
like cooing turtle doves
how I wish that I could climb the loft
and be with you my love
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
April.02.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry form or style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
November.18.2016
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved ones
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden.
Cupid bled
on roses
'cause lost love
instead, then
another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce all
her lovers
with perfume
and her woes
The wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too,
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad,
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
August.13.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth- Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved ones
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
A kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden.
Cupid bled
on roses
'cause lost love
instead, then
another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
The wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too,
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so, give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad,
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
June.23.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth- Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
January.25.2016
~Author's Notes:
The " Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth- Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved ones
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
A kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden.
Cupid bled
on roses
'cause lost love
instead, then
another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
The wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too,
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so, give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad,
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
October.5.2015
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Simpson.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
January.29.2015
'Dove's Cooing' is a poetry style created by Patricia Simpson.
The Dove's softly cooing early this morn
Crickets their love songs tenderly singing
While the sun rest behind clouds newborn
The Dove's softly cooing
Out on the porch in a chair well-worn
The cat lies content at peace just resting
Soon the birds of summer will be airborne
She'll not find any birds then nesting
Some will leave only to be seen next spring
In the moment pleasure comes from sounds newborn
The Dove's softly cooing
There is a powerful bit of difference in having to write something
And having something to write..
Sara
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