Nightmares (Draft 1)
Dearest little child with nightmares
I have a white-light love to envelop you.
Let me touch you in the dark
with my dreams for you.
I tell you: you are strong against monsters,
just because I know you will hold on to my love,
and blue eyes, my sacred child,
take my sword of love and
fight every dragon, please, because I love you.
— Douglas Gilbert
Laughing (Draft 2)
Why do they tell me
I don’t know how to love.
I don’t want to twitter
or fritter away a sob.
Sometimes I feel like
every 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
a jumble of emotion
would be fun
with a cocktail, a gentle kiss,
your passion flurry and a wonder-storm
— Douglas Gilbert
Laughing (Draft 1)
Why do they tell me
I don’t know how to love.
I don’t want to twitter
or fritter away a sob.
Sometimes I feel like
every tear of mine
is a drop of my essence
and I want someone
to have a cup
to capture me kindly
and if they drink of me
I won’t mind if they laugh, because
if they’d help me see
my life as a game
it would be truly amusing
and so much so that, I’d do
what I always wanted to do
and laugh into your arms.
— Douglas Gilbert
Gentle
Since you’ve flown I miss your hugs
and when your thoughts do tug at me
it seems like you are the moon
that pulls my tidal wave, and yet
I know for sure when you think of me
I 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 come home and embrace me for sure
an endowment, this calm of love
So pretty gentle things
— Douglas Gilbert
Gentle
Since you’ve flown I miss your hugs
and when your thoughts do tug at me
seems like you are the moon
that pulls my tidal wave, yet
I know when you think of me
I feel it like a gentle breeze. I know
when you send me an ethereal kiss
I miss you again: the delicate touch.
I know if I could seize the wind
you’d come home and embrace me
in the calm of love
So pretty gentle things
— Douglas Gilbert
Gentle
I miss your hugs since you went away
and when you think of me
I feel it like a gentle breeze
When you send me an ethereal kiss
I miss you again: the delicate touch
So pretty gentle things
— Douglas Gilbert
Nobody Forever (Draft 1)
I think by now
it’s pretty certain
that the one unprotected time
did not make a baby
so there are no little me’s
running around being sad
and I don’t know what
his Daddy would do
to kiss him and make it better
the end of a defective line
seems like a good thing
genetically, but
babies will wrap their
entire hand around
your one finger
and I would have liked that
— Douglas Gilbert
Ukraine
Vladimir Putin is kind:
he will administer the coup de grâce
UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon
tells Vladimir Putin that although you are the Sun,
could you not burn Ukraine
and give us seizures
But the epileptic West is helpless
with their seizures and
twitches of minor sanctions.
Their fits of indignation are not functional, and
they are unconscious of
the consequences of
a conqueror going wild with
Russian dressing smeared
all over the world like
a proud and arrogant mixture of blood and mayonnaise.
— Douglas Gilbert
Loving Me Is Sublime (Draft 1)
Oh that is so much that you’d love me:
I can’t imagine that anything sublime
could ever be mine
and I thank you
yes, thank you
even though I know
you think I’m divine
but it is you
It is you
What a great argument:
we agree we are great
ha, can’t we be silly
and make great noodles
— Douglas Gilbert
The Mind of Us (Draft 5)
So reveal to me
this naked love you have for me, because
don’t you know I have
so many naked things to say
and these sacred desires
are nothing but a love dream, because
you were always
floating on my stream
and if you would splash me,
girl you’d be so delicious, because
there is a hunger, and I know
many times I could love you in my mind
seems like some dream might
actually be a
many faceted love unlike
the gem of me ordinarily
but different for you, as I wish it
magnificent with its gleam
so when you scream for me
I will have your happiness in my arms
as you do too
and I won’t mind at all
when we cry for each other
Don’t you know it’s divine
so I say
do tell me you’ve always known, and
say that love is not a grand surprise.
Tell me what I wish to wonder
whenever the rain falls
and there is thunder
you were always a surprise
and can you be my wonder prize
Tell me what I wish to wonder
just because you were always
floating on my stream,
and you were always
in my dreams
— Douglas Gilbert
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