doves

Has anybody seen my baby?
Has anybody seen my girl?
I spend hours by the phone where is Miranda?
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I chew my fingers to the bone where is my man?

3 September 2008

Die trane die rol oor jou bokkie

Incurably yours
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forever and ever amen

Lovestruck &&

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This is a good poem Nolan. Nice rythm you have going here. It reads easily as well.

Cheers. J.

Thanks hey! But there is more to it than meets the eye… I’d be surprised if anyone could pick up the (simple) pattern. The idea came from Madam George, of Van Morrison. It's for my girl-friend.

She has doves' eyes &&

Longfellow
&

Tender are thine eyes and true.
~
The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
~
Noble and pure and high,
Like virtue from a star,
love comes from woman’s eye.
~ ~
Dowered with all celestial gifts,
Skilled in every art
That ennobles and uplifts
And delights the heart.
~
Filled was her heart with love,
and the dawn of an opening heaven.

If today was not a crooked highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes an' only if my own true love was waitin'
If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

I can't see my reflection in the water
I can't speak the sounds to show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sounds of my own name
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'
And if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

There's beauty in that silver singin' river
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky
But none o' these an' nothin' else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'
If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Yes and only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

&
Tomorrow Is A Long Time
Bob Dylan

Are you better? How is she?

Yes, thanks. Discharged been out a while now. The hospital, doctors and staff, brilliant.

I’m in good lodging. Trying to make sense of things. Jacques is doing Ok. Times hard, friends few. One day at a time. And sorry no news.

Cheers Tom you’re next! &&

Good to hear. Take it easy &&

Will do. It’s a family institution.

Living in the love of the common people &&

Underneath the lantern
By the barrack gate
Darling I remember
The way you used to wait

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http://ingeb.org/garb/lmarleen.html

“When I look into your eyes
and I see the crazy gypsy in your soul,

“It always comes as a surprise
when I feel my withered roots begin to grow,
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
but that’s all right my love ‘cause you’re my home

I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
wherever I’m with you that’s my home”

Billy Joel &&

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That cold north wind they call La Bise
Is swirling up around my knees
Trees are crying leaves into the river
I’m huddled inside this small Café

I never thought I’d see the day
But winter’s here and summer’s nearly over
Even the birds have flown up they’re gone
They're flying north, and their song

And my love she too has gone she had to fly
Take care it's such a lonely sky
They’ll trap your wings my dove an hold your flight
They’ll build a cage my dove and steal your only sky

Lords and ladies lie in stone
Hand in hand from long ago
Though their hands are cold they love forever
And alone I sing my song, she had to fly

Fly away fly to me fly when the wind is high
And if you need my dove
I’ll be there beside you in the lonely sky
I'll come in with the dawn

Sailing beside you in your lonely sky
On the wings of the morn
Sailing beside you in your lonely sky
Above the world we'll fly

I sail beside you in your lonely sky

~ ۷ ۸ ~

These words are from the album “Spanish Train” of Chris de Burgh &&

Never pain to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart
&
William Blake

~&
And the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo,
in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew
that the waters were abated from the earth.

Love love the doves
Love the loves love
To love the doves
The doves to love
Love love the doves

MmmmX!

Hi Nolan. I hear the simple refrain of the dove cooing through the choice of words. I often call to them by cupping my hands together and gently blowing through the slit between my thumbs. I often get a reply from the dove as it sits on the telephone wires.

I do like a good bird reference in poetry!