"turtledoves" poems
I watched two turtle doves perched high among the mango leaves,
It was the end of a summer's day and start of summer's eves,
I watched them there the turtle pair ,
the female here and the male just there,
He prepared with his display of woo
This is the way that turtledoves do,
White feathered tail ,fanned up and flail in hopes that she would see.
That he was the lover she was looking for and they were meant to be
enamoured with her feathers brown
He longed to nestle in her feathery down
Mr turtledove professed his love, still high among the trees
She did see him there and all his flair
and she flew off into the breeze
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
One heart to beat, one heart to live
Alone, I am exclusive.
One heart to beat, two hearts to love
Dear Valerie, are you from up Above?
One hand to clench, one hand to wave
Alone, my heart will not behave.
One hand to clench, two hands to hold
Dear Valerie, you’re beautiful, I’m told.
One pair of lips to speak, one pair to whisper
Alone, I can only shiver.
One pair of lips to speak, two pairs to kiss
Dear Valerie, let me be your aegis.
Two hands to hold
Two hands to be wrinkly and old
Two pairs of lips to whisper,
Two pairs of lips oh so tender.
Two hearts in a trove,
Two hearts of turtledoves.
Two hearts to beat, two hearts to beat.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
The ants feasted upon the rotting fruit
As the Bluebirds soared high
Sweet Turtledoves and Monarch butterflies
could be seen in the fermenting toxicity
and I thumbed through the *******
curiously
In fear and breathless
With a sickening touch of insanity
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
A midnight ship with silver sails
And hoisted flags with scarlet tails
Is whisked by winds of golden gales
Descending from the skies above.
And though the decks are wet and soaken,
Still the hull is swift and oaken
So the course remains unbroken,
Trailing wakes of turtledoves.
With storm departed, then no sooner
Comes, unseen, a pirate schooner
Neath the nighttime, light and lunar,
Pouncing with a push and shove.
Though hope seems lost, a cyclone saves
Dispersing foes and other knaves
With frothy foamy ****** waves
Which strike like leaden leather gloves.
Secured, the ship has safely landed
- Left behind, the pirates stranded -
Passers-by are smiling candid,
Knowing not the worth thereof.
For hidden in the wooden hold
Is treasure bursting unforetold
- Far more than diamonds, thyme and gold -
It brings unbound a brother’s Love.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?'
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?'*
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.*
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?'
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
Staring to the heavens above
Two poor kids release turtledoves.
Smiling silent implications
Of lifelong adoration
There's no denying, the two are in love.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
We fought for so long
it destroyed my own song.
And people want to know
where did the music notes go?
I let the birds go
so they could sing out in the open.
But you came in with your gun
and shot down the turtledoves.
I saw the feathers explode
they fell down like soft snow.
Splattered with red
from careless paint brush strokes.
You left me in the field
surrounded by red snow.
It's partly my fault
since I was the one who let them go.
I turn my head towards you
and you're pointing your finger.
But I'm not the one
holding the gun.
I took one feather in my hand
and lamented the loss.
The sky is grey with no hope
but I know where the music has gone.
I know where the music has gone
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
( Sea Chanty )
When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?*
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers' lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.*
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?'*
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.*
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
We'd met under a Weeping Willow,
with two turtledoves over head;
as a spider spins its web
Hadn't it been wonderful
the two of us once more
together spinning intricately,
the way that very spider spins
but only lovelorn tales
A caterpillar slinks along
not unlike an inch worm,
making us measure time and space
Hadn't it been wonderful,
the electrical air
tingled us senseless
into a delightful delirium
Your hand pressed against mine
where time stolen retreated
from drudgery
and
the Cherubs sang...
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
Do you feel as young as you do— _By the gazelle or doe,_
passion dripping off lip's honey dew,
Behold all winters past— _Flowers singing voices_
of turtledoves, ripen the joys of my heart;
Arise to me, but come away— _Sweet voice_ and a
lovely face, as I taste your name.
A banner over me, is your love, stirred up by desire,
I'd do any all for my— _Oh beloved._
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC
Let two grey turtledoves,
Clapping against the clouds,
On their backs the sun,
Be a symbol of our love.
Let a crumbling moon
In a blue sodden sky
Be a keepsake of sadness
Felt with your goodbye.
And the faithful geese from
Europe's cold winter turn
Homeward bound to Africa
So will my love soon return.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
I'm blowing kisses into the wind
In hopes they'll catch you
wherever you're at I'll send
I'm sending out my hugs
To reach you with my arms
Giving just you all my charms
I'm releasing to you my light
There are fireflies in flight
To shine on you thru every night
I'm sending all my hearts love
Flying it to you on the wings
Of a thousand turtledoves
I'm sending out a gift by angels
Treasured delivery that will be swift
Wind wishes with your dreams coming true
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC