When the Humming Bird Hums (Draft 1)

I Can Hear The Humming Bird (Draft 1)

A little ordinary bird told me
the humming bird can hear
the flower sing the tune of the petal
when she sings in the wind of his wings,
as he drinks of her nectar. And yes too

the winter flower
under the awning is yawning
as a child wakes up too early, and
bounces on the bed of joy, like
these songs are in harmony, and
in the wind of joy

everybody jump

— Douglas Gilbert

Well-wishing Coins in the Fountain (Draft huh?)

Well-
Wishing Coins in the Fountain

Well-Wishing Coins in the Fountain (Draft who knows ( can’t remember when I last worked on this from nowhere)(Waiting For The Moon (Draft 2)[I Want to Feel As If I ever Mattered (Draft 2) )

I buy my songs about ping-pong love
with a ding-dong coin in the wishing well

I’d love to buy you a love song
if the fountain conspiracy would
charge me as a friend of yours, and
give me a melody I could sing
for your chorus, and for your
verse of call and response

I know how much you listen
know how much you care.

There’d be music they’d
ask me to verify for you

and I’d be a musical reference for you and me
because I have sighed so many times, and

wanted to revive in the fields of you

so much wanted to grow

so much wanted to know
why you were over there

and I was over here

seems like there’d be music
if the Sun would dance with the Moon,

but if they can’t download me
I will touch you on the shoulder

surprise!

— Douglas Gilbert

Gentle (Draft 7)

Gentle (Draft 7)

Since you’ve flown I miss your hugs
and when your thoughts do tug at me

it seems you are the moon
who pulls my tidal craves, but then

I know for sure if you think of me
I’ll feel it like a gentle breeze. Yes I know

whenever you send an ethereal kiss
I miss you so much again, your elegance
the delicate touch.

I know if I could seize the wind just now,
you’d be home to embrace me for sure
an endowment, this calm of love

So pretty gentle things

— Douglas Gilbert

Laughing (Draft 6)

Laughing (Draft 6)

Why do they mock me,
tell me I’ll never be loved. It hurts
thinking it’s true, and

does seem like lachrymal cooking
makes fried lonely batter, sizzle not
suitable for banter, but

I don’t want to twitter
or fritter away a sob.

Sometimes I feel like
every sizzle tear of mine
is a drop of my essence

and I want you
to have a cup
to capture me kindly

and if you drink of me
I won’t mind if you laugh in joy, because

you see
my life as a loving game.

I think I could be truly amusing
and so much so that, I’d do

what I always wanted to do
and laugh into your arms, because

I know you have always loved me
though I don’t know how to cry
don’t know how to laugh, but

I think maybe in my rain
a jumble of emotion
would be fun

with a cocktail, a gentle kiss,
your passion flurry and a wonder-storm

— Douglas Gilbert

Dignity (Draft 2)

Dignity (Draft 2)

I so much wanted to die, but
I was supposed to do well at college
not like some others in High School
who my pseudo-friends mocked, others
who were restless heroic rogues and plumbers, and
I had adequate grades for admission

Seemed like it should be a miracle
that if I’d be a scholar, some girl
would like me and college
could be sublime, but

when there was no one
I could not study
and I so much wanted to die

I crammed for a physics exam
staying awake for 48 hours or
maybe more. I don’t know
because there were micro dreams
that lasted a second, and
I didn’t know how many
seconds there were to success

my soul was dying and bleeding, and
I went to my Calculus teacher for advice
and he said, some people
are not good at math, and so
he executed me on the spot

but anyway, I flunked
out of college and
the draft board was
looking for me
as cannon fodder

and I thought
maybe death was best.

I hate teachers so much.
I hope there is
a special place in hell
for those who assume.

(and if you want to know
I retook calculus at another school
and did well, not that it matters now,
because I am crushed and dead)

I hate teachers so much, because
he told me I was stupid and if
I died in the Vietnam war
that was fate. Some people
are not good at math.

Some people are
not good at life.

— Douglas Gilbert

Dignity

Dignity

I so much wanted to die, but
I was supposed to do well at college
not like the others in High School
who were restless rogues and plumbers, and
I had adequate grades for admission

Seemed like it should be a miracle
that if I’d be a scholar, some girl
would like me and college
could be sublime, but

when there was no one
I could not study
and I so much wanted to die

I crammed for a physics exam
staying awake for 48 hours or
maybe more. I don’t know
because there were micro dreams
that lasted a second, and
I don’t know how many
seconds there are to success

but anyway, I flunked
out of college and
the draft board was
looking for me
as cannon fodder

and I thought
maybe death was best.

— Douglas Gilbert