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Details | Quatrain | |

Dance Of The Butterflies

I had received lots of love in years past I have felt all joys and pitfalls of it No pain seems to enter my simple life Love entertains me, that wonderful hit I know my life floats above tender hearts That which brings love, but sometimes avoids me I move quickly this way and that in air I have “dance of the butterflies” simply My life moves in all respects here and there Highs and lows of dance are of gratitude Love escapes my lips to my gracious love My eyes have passion that brings attitude
Contest: Dance of the Butterflies Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 6/5/2013 I know it's a Quatrain...a Rhyming Poem (I hope it's acceptable)


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly Rust

~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded
to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you
and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger.
I laughed with a nervousness
given to caffeine,
and popped two sticks of peppermint gum
in my mouth.~

"Always remember me", you said with a smile
of darkness, of truth, to insanely beguile
the roof off my brain, pulling all of my thoughts
to the sky to condense, concreting the pain.

(Conundrum to imprison a butterfly brightly
to metal in what looks like nail polish red
Funny to think that this same time next year
I'll still be here thinking the things that you said

You will be breaking up wine glasses toasting
and you will be setting the sun every night
and maybe you'll think of me somewhere
in passing, but somehow I can't think that that would be right.)

I never liked cloisonne, I'd rather remember
the moment I met you when all was still free
and nervously, as I unwrapped my desire,
I'd rather it there, that you remember me.


Details | Free verse | |

A Butterfly

I was with my daughters at their favorite playground.  I watched them chase each other 
around the merry-go-round.  Laughing and enjoying the extremely pretty day.  I watched 
them among the other children play.  I couldn't help but smile, hearing their shrieks of 
laughter made life worthwhile.
       As I watched my girls have a fun time.  In my mind I began thinking of a rhyme.  
Something new.  Life is so beautiful and it's something I value....
       People found love but they lost it.  Sometimes life can leave you emotionally 
exhausted.  I thought about the two people who remain married even though it's all for 
show.  A spouse is betrayed with a Judas-kiss.  They remain married so things appear great 
on the surface.  But why?  Why live a lie?  Isn't she tired from wiping tears from her eye?  I 
can't be her samurai and protect her if she don't let me in.  I told her hearts don't break they 
just bend.  She tells me she'll never marry again.  Why?  Because of one guy?  That's 
unheard of! There is only one kind of true love, but there are a thousand imitations.  She 
knows people go through trials and tribulations!
       My thoughts  were momentarily distracted, watching a butterfly in the sky.  I thought - 
Be like the butterfly, be free;  Hold my hand walk with me.  She tells me people can't seem 
to stay committed.  I'll be the first to admit it.  She's right and I understand her pain.  I lost 
my appetite and I thought I too would go insane.  My wife left me for another man.  I did not 
seem to understand.  I searched within myself for the source.  I thought I was to blame for 
her filing for divorce.  But hey, life goes on.  I need to let my friend know, I refuse to let her 
go through her struggles alone.  I will be her back bone!
       As I pictured her in my minds eye.  Several feet away I watched a beautiful butterfly.  
He had a long run if this was the same one I saw in the sky.  It's wings fluttered coming 
closer towards me.  It landed on my knee.  So many bright colors and different designs were 
on it's wings.  I heard Brianna and Jasmines voices calling to me to come push them on the 
swing.  Their voices played melodies on my heartstrings.  My mind shifted again to my friend 
who's like sunshine in the spring.  She needs to know Cupid now has a finer bowstring!
       I looked up at the sky and watched the butterfly begin it's journey anew.  Life is 
beautiful and it's something to value!


Details | Quatrain | |

Butterflies and Silver Seas

Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...


Details | Ballad | |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



Details | Ballad | |

Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Ballade | |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


Details | Concrete | |

A Heart Lost and not Found

 




                                          
                                         This                                        heart
                                     is missing.                              Lost long ago.
                                   I cautioned it                          many times not
                                 to fall in love again                and again. but it never
                               listened to me.And fell            in  love  time and  again.
                           You know it is such a heart.    It weeps an ocean in sorrow.
                           It loves a lot.Like the vast blue sky above.Always spreading
                            its wings over the earth as if giving a shade.And expecting 
                            nothing in return.A childish heart is this.Seeing a rainbow 
                               in a rain drenched afternoon takes it to a wonderland 
                                 beyond this blue sky.And a butterfly always attract
                                   it like  a child.And it runs after that butterfly to
                                       catch it.Still in its dream it catches fireflies.
                                            And remember it can mingle with any
                                              heart.So check yours.If it is there
                                                    handle with care.For it is
                                                         very fragile.Fragile 
                                                              like a glass.
                                                                 =00=            
  


By:kash poet
 


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Villanelle | |

Vegetable Garden Does Not Make Smiles For Me

Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee

But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee

In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Contest:"Villanelle Me"
Sponsor:Catie Lindsay


Details | Verse | |

When Grandma takes me to the park

When Grandma takes me to the park!
By Kim Mosteiro
I love when my grandma comes and picks me up to go to the park. We ride in
grandmas car to the park; and grandma sometimes stops on the way and we get ice
cream.......
I like sliding down the slide; grandma waits at the bottom and catches me, or
sometimes she will slide down with me. One day I was swinging, and grandma
pushed me way high, I flew as high as the birds do, it was so much fun!
Grandma taught me how to climb a tree, just like she did when she was little, and
climbed her grandma's tree, to pick apricots for her Grandma's pies! Grandma
pushes me real fast on the merry-go-round; I go round and round and round and it
makes my head dizzy, and then I spin around just like the merry-go-round.
One day we saw a butterfly, it was blue and brown; I chased it and tried to catch
it but it got away. Grandma told me that every time I saw a butterfly, it would
mean that she was thinking about me; and she gave me a kiss and said that's what
it would feel like if a butterfly landed on my nose and kissed me!
But there was one day when Grandma took me to the park and I saw a snake, it
was scary when he shook his tail and it rattled. Grandma said I am to never go
near one and try to pick it up because it can hurt me, it's not like a butterfly. A
snake will bite you and make you sick Grandma says, so I will only chase butterfly's
not snakes.
I can't wait to go to the park again and see what new adventure Grandma and I
will go on.
“Dedicated to my Grandchildren: ADAM, ROSIE, SERENA


Details | Terza Rima | |

Follow Your Bliss

Follow your bliss, quite an enchanting phrase Seeing tulips and daisies and the sun Make you happier every day you gaze Butterflies are also a key to fun With the lilies floating right on the pond Brings joy directly to just everyone The whole field brings hope and light to respond Enlightening your soul to lift your heart Higher, the fish have come and surely spawned Peace and joy with some happiness impart The calm scene brings to you a brand new start
Russell Sivey


Details | Concrete | |

Sleep In Her Soul

It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation. 
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. 
Demons are feeling homesick.

Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. 
The most dangerous are the ones unknown. 
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. 

Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.


Details | Free verse | |

Summer is lemonade

Summer is a lemonade
 
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Free verse | |

A Feeling That I Knew Too Well

A feeling that I knew too well;
With every word you spoke I fell-
Falling deeper into the bliss;
Longing for your every kiss.

Without you here my heart grows fonder;
Around the park I start to wander-
And think about how you make me feel-
The longing starting to become surreal.

Giving meaning to my life,
You lift me up from pain and strife.
I thought it was a feeling that I knew-
But with your guidance the passion grew.

Spiraling up with every touch-
Never wanting to leave your clutch. 
Waiting for your familiar glance-
Missing you with every chance. 




Details | Free verse | |

One Thousand White Butterflies

Soft walls undulate like liquid steel 
Metamorphic pulsations 
Iridescent glow 
Spiritual guides 
Ushering departed souls 

Rippling contractions 
From cocoon-like womb 
Bringing forth new breath 
Replenishing burnt out candles 
Eyes scrunched 
Startled cry 
Drowned out by the rustling 
One thousand butterflies 
Taking flight 

Soaring 
Luminescent 
Snowflake-like beings 
Spreading their light 

Within the night 
Eternity is born 
A baby raises his tiny fists 
Mother’s tears turn to joy 
Floating heavenward on delicate wings 
Announcing 
Beating 
Singing 
A child is born 


Written together with Richard Lamoureux
(You turned my vision of white butterflies into something truly magical)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Mother


First second of knowing to be a womans most precious gift.
9 months to life’s greatest joy.
A precious little bundle makes its appearance
Those beautiful eyes
Lack of sleep.
Your bodies physically weak
In need of a good shower
Lots of Bottles
Washing little peoples clothes
But one little smile makes it worth more than you would ever know
Your life changed forever in an instant
Can’t imagine what life was like before
Your heart breaks for every pained cry
A first word
The little laugh
Those tiny feet
Growing up so fast
“Tantrums”
More… Tantrums
The first kiss back
Mommy, I love you, will melt your heart
The piece of your heart going off to school
Can’t imagine someone caring as much as you do
“Tantrums”
Homework
The mommy, I want’s
And the, I said so’s
Talking back
You’re grounded
No t.v for you!
That first A, taking all that away
Somehow you influenced a great accomplishment today
Realizing they need you
Realizing you need them
Knowing you are, Embodiment of all that is “life”
priceless.....


Details | Haiku | |

Fragile

A promise breaking:
The sound of a snapping twig
Or butterfly wings


Details | Free verse | |

I Dream Of Things

"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming..."

Delightful is the way I see, the people and places ahead of me.
All shapes and colors, sounds and tastes, it truly is enrapturing.
Imagine a place where waterfalls fly, the cities and towns made of silver.
A place where music fills body and soul. Enchanted and enchanting.

I yearn for a place where the land is whole, beautiful and glowing with life. I see such 
places in my dreams.
People know love, and value it so. They see with their hearts, and give with their soul.
Such is my fascination.

Imagine a lake with light blue waters. Fishes of colors not meant to be, like bright red, 
royal blue, and emerald green. Imagine how the sun shines on the lake, the fish shining 
like jewels.
such beauty makes me crow, it's hypnotic, entrancing.

Captivating are my dreams. The sights, the sounds, the places, the scenery. Such 
places make my heart feel at home. But for now, I'll have to keep dreaming.


Daniexelle M. Lingofelter
Daydreams and dreams and dreams
07/05/11


Details | Couplet | |

Home

Home is where the butterfly goes;
Somewhere no one may ever know.

Home is where the sparrow flies;
A nest in softest shadows hides.

Home is where an old man can die
In peace.


Details | Lyric | |

COCOON

      COCOON
I do appreciate that you are here
but one day soon I know you'll disappear
into the mist
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me
but nothing's really what it seems to be,
it's just a dream
that flies on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do
and you can feel it, when I think of you
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

White light.
All my life a bright light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I will go on my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Rhyme | |

The Trapped Butterfly

Sitting in my room, watching a butterfly at my window.
It’s trapped inside and that it knows.
So it flutters around aimlessly tryna get out.
It vainly keeps on trying without a doubt.

But little does it know, it’s not really trapped.
For there are many ways out, if  it had a map.
The air holes in wall or my open door.
But it stays at my window hoping for sure.

I watched this butterfly struggle up and down not giving up
Hoping somehow for the window to simply corrupt.
No one to help it, no one to guide
All alone in its own ride.

It will die for sure, shud it stay in the same place.
And it will slowly give up this dreadful race.
No food, or water, not even a friend,
For this butterfly, it now seemed like the end.

Isn’t this a lesson we can all learn.
We stay stuck in the same place thinking there’s no other turn.
We give up easily losing all hope.
Thinking of ending it with sum pills or a rope.

And little do we realize that this is not really the end.
There’s many ways out, on this we can depend. 
To live your life the way you want to do. 
To have hope again and start anew.

There are people called Angels sent from above.
To guide n protect us n give us love.
To give us direction n help us through it all.
And be there to pick us up again shud we fall…

So I opened my window and showed the butterfly out.
“I’m free at last”  I could almost hear it shout.
Moving up and down ecstatically thanking me as it fluttered away.
Tomorrow it can start over again, for it lives to see another day.




Details | Lyric | |

Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Butterfly Fly

Fly butterfly carry my dream past the wind and through the trees. Spread your wings to help me to see, the colours of heaven as they should be. Butterfly fly show me the way to learn to dance, to sing, to prey. If you see my guiding light, then beg the spirits to make it right. If you see heavens glow don’t be shy, please let me go. So their light can bless my soul, heal my heart and make me whole. Fly butterfly land on me, break my cocoon and set me free. Fly butterfly fly for me...


Details | Bio | |

The Journey

A journey begins 
Finally it will end 
If I take a brave step
And stop at no end
With my bit of courage 
And a tint of brewery
I will make

No one is stopping me
It’s all been set by my mind
Search and all you will find
Is putting my best 
Never taking a rest
Until I be the first
The peak of what’s set

The journey  is over 
Sweat trickles down all over
I know all is well 
So it’s time to sail 
Back to my people who  will hail
At all I do


Details | Quatrain | |

Hearing Butterfly Wings

I sit in my dark blinded by life
Hearing butterfly wings, so free from strife
My desire to be released in liberty free
To flutter my days as they should be

For each and every day when I close my eyes
Hearing butterfly wings amidst my cries
To feel the strength to step through the door
As I recall when I did, many years before

I'm sitting in my dark blinded by life
Hearing butterfly wings, as I hold the knife
My desire to be released in liberty free
As my life slowly trickles in crimson spree 








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.


Details | Free verse | |

I Don't Care

I haven’t seen her face in years;
I don’t care,
anymore.

Ever growing seldom knowing post psychotic womb dreams
arrive while I’m awake.

Ever present effervescent esoteric moonbeams
shine every time I make,
love.

A laugh erupts atop the stair.
Pink velvet pulse
beyond compare,
dress daylights breath
in cashmere flare
silk smooth.

The smile spreads
throughout the coach.
Weaves blinding threads
to frowning hosts
asleep.


Details | Verse | |

Wallflower Come Back

Wallflower, why oh why
Into dark corners, do…
You paint yourself shy

Please oh please come back
From becoming the prints on wallpaper
Fading further away to ever black

As a rose hidden well so well
Within the many crowds
Of far off garden dells

Is it the buzz buzzing sound
Of, rumors going…
Swirling about you, round and round

All too often, it’s jealousy’s lies
That push away the beauties inside
And twist the knives of the social butterflies

So please, won’t you come back, again
And show this cruel place
It’s you who shall have that last laugh, my friend 

When your blossoms are unfurled
And God’s own creation is revealed
You then, can show the world that love is for real


Details | Rhyme | |

Life Ablaze

Life, a spark, is the birth
Breath of earth, deep in dirt
Blown desert, weeping sand
No man’s land, flame shall burn
Grow, love, learn, and embark

Life, a flame, withstand age
Born the sage, wise of mind
Heart aligned, beating strong
Hear it’s song, fire burst
Soul immersed, without aim

Life, does flash, within time
Does past mime, recreate 
Bound to fate, clinging air
Unaware, death appears
New frontiers flies the ash


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Springtime Interlude

Slowly I am drifting, fluttering across a lush and green meadow, 
seeking out the life giving nectar of your flower. 
Your ruby red pedals spread wide and inviting, 
anticipating my arrival. 

Gently I land upon your silken but firm pedal. 
I kiss you softly as I move slowly across your surface 
towards the soft and sensual spot 
that hides your precious gift. 

Caressing and probing with maddening desire 
I thrust inside you.
Overwhelmed with ecstasy and pleasure 
I drink the delectable essence of your being.
 
I drink your life giving juices 
until I am drunk with your intoxicating liquid 
and can no longer feel the wings upon my back. 
I pull away to recover my senses. 

Slowly I regain control 
and caress you softly with my pollen covered hands 
then bid you farewell. 
As I lift away with sadness in my heart 
I am comforted to know 
that I will find you again next spring.   


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base

Her name was parwana
 Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land

She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a  robotic drone as it flies

So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize

We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again

Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now? 
That my little butterfly is dead

These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?

 The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street

The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors

Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door

There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who

The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?


Details | Light Poetry | |

I wanted to be wild


I wanted to be a wild bird
to sing a wild song
I wanted to be a wild flower
to spread sweet smell……

I wanted to be a wild river
to flow horribly
I wanted to be a wild wind
to blow terribly…

I wanted to be a wild bee
to taste wild honey
I wanted to be a wild butterfly
to enjoy the wild flowers…...

I wanted to be a wild man 
to enjoy a natural life
I wanted to be  a wild west
to enjoy a wild thrillful life…


Details | Light Poetry | |

In the Palm of your Hands

As the winter slows down and the wind is not heavy

Your love holds me in the palm of your hands.



You shelter me from the storms and you keep me warm

in the palm of your hands.



When life takes my last breath,

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



Your love flows from rivers slow

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



You took my sin and let me live

in the palm of your hands.



Life can hurt and twist us all over the roads of life

but you untwist the pain inside,

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



My life is still not right,

so many days of inside fright,

but one thing I know,

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



Take me into your heart so true,

help me not to be so blue,

Jesus,please hold me in the palm of your hands.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Concrete | |

BLUE BUTTERFLY LOST

Fly, Fly above the deep-sea sky
Soaring, weaving under the pouring rain
Her soul appears to be sinking
But she knows there'll be big chances waiting.


Moving forward, sometimes backward
Finding love that was lost in the wretchedness
Taking flights into places where no one had ever gone
When can she finds the greatest one.

In herself she is drowning in the ocean of misery
Clouded by clinging fears and atrocities
Causing her innocent face to fade away
In the early years of her naive individuality.

her life was never been that easy
For you to judge her unjustly
There were times she needs a helping hand 
But no one dares to bestow one.

Blue butterfly lost in agony
with a drizzling tears in her eyes
Bruised by demise memories
With the iniquities that impart
How can she moved forward.

Fly, fly in the deep-sea sky
blue butterfly lost, oh why?
Hadn't they heard your sigh?
When you bid painful goodbye.

BLUE BUTTERFLY LOST....

Across the miles of your sorrowful journey
I wish you met a shimmering glimpse of glory
Hoping that your hurting would be a history 
In a life you never knew where it will be.


Details | Lyric | |

COCOON

       BUTTERFLY WINGS
I do appreciate your being here
But one day soon you know I'll disappear.
And when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me.
But nothing's really what it seems to be,
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

Bright light.
Never ending white light.
All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do.
And you can feel it, when I think of you,
and when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

This is one of my personal favorite poems I have written that developed into a Song Lyric. It is on Youtube, as a video as well.


Details | Free verse | |

My Children Part 2

May I be brave for them 
May I lead the way running barefoot in the rain
May I sing to them always
May I give to others
May I teach them to love
May I chase butterflies with them
May I laugh and make them laugh
May I not cause them to cry
May I show them wisdom
May I teach them kindness
May I demonstrate strength
May I show them how to forgive
May I make them feel loved... 
Appreciated, accepted, unique
May I show them that they are special in my heart,
May I be strong and keep holding on for them
And when things go astray… 
May I pray to keep moving on
When my feet won't budge, 
May I still try to be strong
For my spirited little soldiers, my children
May I be not weak, stand up and speak for the right and exercise patience
May I continue to believe, never letting go of my hope
May my faith keep me going, for my children
May I dance, whenever I have the chance to
Then they will see how beautiful this life can be
How glorious are the trees, how wonderful are the streams
Oh my Children, how beautiful life can be


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I can't compare your love

I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining and then they turn black as night.
I can't compare your love to a high flying kite,
For in a tree can get caught that kite.
I can't compare your love to the brightly shining sun,
For the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I can't compare your love to a knight in shining armor, 
For his life has no meaning once he’s finished his quest.
I can't compare your love to an angel,
For angels sometimes fall from heaven to hell.
I can't compare your love to the rain of life,
For there would be no life if the rain never fell.
I can't compare your love to the pure white snow,
For when the warm spring comes it all melts away.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly,
For the lifespan of a butterfly is only for a single day.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly to see through the dark,
For once the wax is melted the light goes out.
I can't compare your love to the innocence of a new born baby,
For if it doesn’t gets its way it tends to pout.
I can't compare your love to a fish swimming free in the sea,
For if the fish are not careful they can end up on a hook.
I can't compare your love to the greatest literary work,
For when you get to the last page that’s the end of the book.
I can't compare your love to a secret tightly locked behind a door.
For the secret can be found to one, if one only had a key.
I can't compare your love to anything of value on the earth,
For our love extends beyond the heavens for all eternity.


This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves


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I'll love you if you love in return

I'll love you if you love in return

You’re the one I want to see. You’re the one I want to hold. You’re the one I want to kiss. You’re the one I need more then anything. Can you see whenever your never around your always in my mind twisting and turning making me into the perfect doll. Oh how I love you. I feel like i could love you to the point it killed me. Can you see how my heart races how every word you say turns me into a bumbling idiot?  Don't you see how I create this work of art that so much emotion then it de before and don't you know it all because of you. If I could ever say anything it that I’m so thankful your mine and I never want to let you goals their something wrong with loving to the point it an obsession? No not in this time, not in this life, not in my heart no. So let me say I love you with a gently kiss. Forever even until after death let me love you and in return love me.


Details | Elegy | |

Metamorphisis

Like a bat sleeping
the cocoon gently hangs
upon the massive red oak’s arm.

Gently-
And ever so lightly—
it does shake…

Tiny, little,
streaming
cracks
dance along the little egg sack.

A wing of silent, starry blue protrudes
then another-
And now a leg-
And several more!

Beautifully blue the butterfly glistens.
Her wings flutter freely
Singing a note of life newly grown
And yet a tinge of melancholy
it seems she does echoe
of a life long ago.

To the skies she soars
In search of something more

A butterfly is born…


Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly

It was on the beat of butterfly wings, 
We became torn (micro-emotion fibers worn), 
Like pages from a discarded journal, 
Always said we knew what we were doing, 
Until all that we did was done, 
I thought that we grew yet 
I'm still just a caterpillar waiting to cocoon, 
But I don't know how to do it (it was supposed to be a natural thing), 
I hear the gentle beat of butterfly wings above me, 
Its simple life a distant disaster, 
A record of things ignored (so small, can't be my fault), 
Someone's bad karma.


Details | Free verse | |

My Children part 1

I hope they dance every chance they get
I hope they sing
I hope they run barefoot in the rain
I hope they laugh so hard they throw their heads back
I hope they smile so beautifully
I hope they are strong, unafraid to be who they are,
I hope they are spirited and live 
I hope they speak their minds and follow their hearts
I hope they climb trees, and tear their clothes to shreds all the smiling 
I hope they are kind, their hearts filled with the love they were shown
I hope they are happy
I hope they love
I hope they give.... 
I hope they mend all the broken hearts that cry to them for comfort
I hope they grow to be strong little spirits
I hope they are wise
I hope they are forgiving
Restless for adventure and beautiful
Untamable beauties like the stars in the night sky, knowing where they belong
No one can change their mind
I hope they pray, have strong faith
I hope they dream, and believe
And when life pushes them down to the ground
I hope they get up and try again
I hope they catch butterflies and lightening bugs
I hope they will be grateful, never hateful
I hope they will be strong, my children
I hope they will be fearless and sound in heart and mind
I hope they will hold on tight to the rope of life and never let go of their hope
I hope they will rise up and fight for what they know to be right
I hope they will be just, honest, humble, pure
I hope they will I'm sorry when things don't turn out right
I hope they will be zealous in their faith
I hope they will exercise patience for the right reasons


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chance to Choose

If I can choose my way of life 
I won't be like an eagle 
That flying high in the sky 
Sign of power and success 
But don't have peace inside 

If I can choose my way of life 
I won't be just like a snake 
Only thing to do in life 
Is to crawl to survive 
To the path he made. 

If I can choose my way of life 
I want to be like a butterfly 
Maybe I don't have a power 
But I got a peak of my dream 
Of living with satisfaction in everything 

If I am like a butterfly 
I will live simply 
But with a lot of memories 
That my heart will cherish 
Until my last wing Perish... 


Details | Narrative | |

A Butterfly Fluttering

A Butterfly Fluttering 
          *     *     *
A butterfly and all things in nature, living and non-living are abundantly AMAZING!
 
Borne to niches; survival, dependent-independent, necessarily disguised by BEAUTY
Undeniably, dazzling, each scene, creature, and phase since the beginning, UPLIFTS
Together, the mortal task, survival amid the “Food Chain” taunts and TANTALIZES!
Through trials in life, man learns spiritual wisdom, and receives inner TRANQUILITY
Triumphantly God’s splendor decorates each new day; He watches EVERLASTINGLY
Flowers adorn life with fruit and honey; and a microbe working the soil FLOURISHES! 
Luster, in nature embraces life-stretching dreams across all boundaries with LOVE
Yesterday, marvelous newness enlivened the soul, in springtime; all of nature YEARNS.
 
Fulfillment comes shadowing butterflies fluttering and thanking God FOREVER
Luxury tempts the mind, but souls thrive reverently upon God’s words: wise LIVING,
Understanding and replenishing our natural world, begins as purpose is UNITED.
Together, we must respect nature, conserve, and care; spread the word by TEACHING!
Tomorrows can be made” brighter and more wonderful by: replenishing, TENDING! 
Earth can, again, become healthy and self-sufficient; safeguard its ENVIRONMENTS
Remember, respect Earth's resources, regardless of profits; life must be REGARDED
Irresponsibility must end; replenishment is the responsibility of all, INDIVIDUALLY.
No longer can we sit back and watch while greed destroys; earth needs NURTURING.
Greet the future with honor, strength; walk the path to heal; and work, GRATEFULLY.


Dedicated to my dear friend and neighbor, Joan, who has a special love for butterflies.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 17, 2010
Poetic form: Narrative, End Line Word and Acrostic


Details | Light Poetry | |

Life is like a butterfly



Life is like a butterfly
Showing beauty galore
Some have see through wings
To let you see more.

Like the butterfly you flutter
From one thing to the  next
But not gathering sweet nectar
Not always doing your best

It's hard always to be happy
Showing  a smile upon your face
Life isn't always  joyful
The pain you cant erase

But the butterfly shows beauty
Proud to be alive for sure
We can learn from these insects
To except and not ask for more

So spread your wings and fly
Drink in the beauty of life
Enjoy each and every moment,
Shrug off the trouble and strife

Cos tomorrow is another  day
For seeking out whats right
To smile, laugh shout with joy
From daybreak through 'til night

Then off to bed you go
Feeling oh so tired and  snappy  
Too tired to say goodnight
Anxious, but happy. 






Details | I do not know? | |

Black Butterfly

Here I swing inside my dark cocoon afraid 

to become all that I know I can be... A 

Black Butterfly too scared to emerge into my 

full potential and spread my beautiful black 

wings. I'm so afraid to spread my wings, to worried, 

about what this world may think of me? I'm a Black 

Butterfly that can't seem to set myself free from this 

cocoon that imprisons me. 

I do know how the world will ever see my real beauty 

that hides within me? The love I hide and the pain that 

does consumes me. 

I know this world can sometimes be cruel and rude place to be . . . 

but if I don't break out of this cocoon and set 

myself free? How will the world ever see me for me? 

But I must first set myself free, so that the world 

can see all my true beauty... and when I do emerge from 

cocoon? A beautiful Black Butterfly is what I shall be. 

As I spread my wings and fly into the sky… Fly away fly, 

fly beautiful Black Butterfly. 

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


Details | Blank verse | |

Sunset

A beautiful sunset, a painted picture in the sky. The clouds dared to take it away, but the sun shone through over this breathtaking horizon, I always knew with you, there would be a reason. I always believed in you, my heart whispers you are speaking the truth. I find blithe safety and trust in thee... please don't ever leave me. You'd miss this beautiful sunset, our memories you'd soon forget, would you want to risk that all? Giving up everything for nothing... who'd be there to help you up if ever you took a fall? Who'd be there, but me?... Who'd remember it all?... A cold wind sets in, I search for you... A ray of sun finds a sparkle of hope inside of my heart, I see you standing still, proud, and tall. There you are. A butterfly in my soul, how happy, how joyful. With this one last sunset before the end of our time, it paints a beautiful picture across the sky. Forever a butterfly fluttering, enchanting in my mind. And so you fly away, transforming in the light. Tears stream down my face, a broken heart, a sad goodbye. We will soon be together again, a promise until the end. Love will last forever, forever will find us in the end.


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty of the butterfly

The butterfly glides gracefully
across a field full of flowers
My eyes become fixed upon the beauty
Which I could admire for days and hours
His wings are distinctly patterned
Setting him apart from all the rest
Coming off as though he's peaceful
continuing on to be his best
As I turn my head to look away
I look back to see it gone
It seems it left me here alone
Did I do something wrong?
Then low and behold down by my side
perched on the petal of a rose
Laying eyes upon one another
he then flew up and landed on my nose
Mr. Butterfly taught me a lesson
How life goes on by us fast
Live in the beauty that surrounds you
For tomorrow it will be the past.


Details | I do not know? | |

BUTTERFLY

I saw this Butterfly one day
just bathing in the sun
it had to be the month of May
because daisies just had sprung...
I wasn't well enough to say
just what was on my mind
but a butterfly told me to pray
and all would come in time...
He said "excuse me may I land
I see you're in dismay"
so gently I stuck out my hand
as he began to say...
" I know that sometimes life is rough
but I have faith in you
you’ll learn to harden and get tough
enough for your cocoon"...
and when you awaken you will see
the world through different eyes
as you ride the wind effortlessly
just like a butterfly...


Details | Ballad | |

Gentle kisses Butterfly Light

Gentle kisses Butterfly Light
      Gentle kisses Butterfly Light....
    
Gentle kisses 
Butterfly light, 
Not all I desire, 
This dark, stormy night.

Let Go...Let Go
Let your passions take over
Let Go...Let Go 
Throwing myself at you...Yourself at Me
With a growl like a huntress from the Junglel! 

Feeling me as I enter, 
Carnal lust, 
Sensual pleasure 
Crying out with 
Every forceful thrust! 

'I love you'
'I want you'
'I must have you'

Feeling my lightning Rod, 
Hearing the thunder deep inside, 
The floodgates of passion open, 
Nothing to hide! 

Thoughts of only you cross thy mind 
This electric stormy night, 
Succumbing to your Butterfly kisses, 
Your touch by.. Butterfly light! 

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


Details | Verse | |

Butterfly Girl

dedicated to Kerry

The literal closet in which she dreamed
Visions of a world that outside teemed
Whilst poring over texts and theories
Cocooned her life from freedoms’ wine,
The taste of which fermented bright
In the chrysalis cauldron of her mind.

The motors that hummed beneath her skin,
The restless throb that pulsed within
Desired release to spread her wings,
For soon the spring brought summer after
As greyest days she turned to sunshine
By way of gentle wit and laughter.

The butterfly girl one glorious morning,
Felt the joy of life transforming,
And she cast aside the red-brick past,
As beauty reigned upon her form,
She chased the pleasure that is life,
And soared beyond the rain and storm.

For now the future beckoned glowing,
The earth in splendour hers for knowing,
Even though she gleaned vulnerability
And how she all too easily cried,
She prepared to engage the roughness of life,
Betrothed to the world a butterfly bride.


Details | Couplet | |

Butterfly Bones are Lighter, They Say...

Flow with me gently or flutter on by
Your butterfly tears stain green your blue eyes
In rivers and inlets or far away streams
your tears follow currents in search of your dreams
The butterfly swimmers with wings blue and gold
refuse to taste nectar that's any less bold
than you are in flight dipping through night
an eclectical sight, your reflection so tight
in your very own eyes shines bright from the tears
They strengthen your ties and lengthen your years
The spread of your wings cast shadows warm blue
to all that you love, and all who love you...








Details | I do not know? | |

Seed

Stunted growth, some seedlings need both sun and rain 
The sun went 
away, never returning again Seedlings into striplings 
grown warped and 
weak Striplings become plants, prospects bleak To bear fruit, to 
spread its own seed Was a forecast none could have 
believed

 Until came a butterfly bold, beautiful, unique It cared 
not that the 
plant was weak It would land on plants upon whom others never settled 
Taking a chance, willing to test their mettle It thought 
that come 
spring the weak plant could bloom Giving nourishment and shelter the 
butterfly assumed
 
 On came the weak plant to fulfil the butterfly’s trust 
Grow stronger 
 and higher it knew it must For the butterfly was also 
bereft Nothing 
 but the weak plant had it left They stood alone together 
the plant 
 trying to grow The butterfly waited for changes to show
  
 Time elapsed, spring came and went
 The butterfly grew tired of all the time it had spent 
The butterfly 
 had kissed the plant with pollen and strength The weak 
plant hadn’t 
 bloomed, didn’t grown in length
 
 The weak plants roots sunk deep in soil too fallow The 
butterfly 
 couldn’t save one with potential so shallow Leave the 
weak plant, the 
 butterfly knew it must Find a strong plant in whom it 
knew it could 
 trust Alone the weak plant knew it would live Deep roots 
in bad ground 
 life would give However weak forever it would remain 
Hopes to grow 
 strong torn forever in twain