I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn
gliding fervently in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes
flaunting your gossamer wings in whimsical ballad
sprinkling ethereal dew upon the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter tickling my bare shoulder
a slight inhale of fragrance's breath lingering within my thought
chasing the back of my neck,teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile preserves the moment
Of your tender brush across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss fading in evanescent bliss
and unspoiled warmth of ardent touch upon my hair
My heart capture the seconds
till those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom,which sway
which bleed and bend,which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So,I would not follow dreams'coloured pastels
So I would not run to you,and I would not find you
by Spring's muddy gardens,in the faraway land.
Contest : ' In the Faraway!!!' sponsored by G.Veneto
Inspired by love and nature
Written by- Charmaine Chircop
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
Hey! butterfly! butterfly!
Wait for me,
And tell me of your dreams.
Have you danced with fairies gay
And found your love and life?
Have you sipped the sweetest gold
And rest on the coloured beds?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Come on me,
And sing me your finest song.
Have you heard the music,
The music of all that is?
Have you seen the unseeable tones,
And swam in the seas scent?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Rest on me
And tell me what you be.
Have you danced with blossoms
And laid your babes to hatch?
A fluttered dream of worms long dead
The hope of better things to come.
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Leave me not
What do dreams, dream of?
Of worms? of God?
The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.
Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.
Over the years,
I tried to secure
even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess,
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.
Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.
But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
They want to be heard.
A nod towards shame.
they curl up
like some caterpillar
a dark cocoon.
Like in some forest,
The beauty is silenced;
Like butterflies are some I know,
Who passing, catch my eye.
They flit and flutter to and fro,
And then . . . Away they fly!
But I prefer the bush I see,
Upon which they alight
Because each year she offers me
A bright and sure delight.
The blossoms springing forth from her
Are of the sweetest hue,
A crimson red, my heart to stir,
My spirit to renew.
Winged beauties are to summer days
And pretty flowers drawn.
Despite their charming social ways,
By winter they’ll be gone.
My stalwart bush, through winds and rains,
From spring till winter's end,
Unlike the butterflies, remains,
And she is named "True Friend."
For P.D's(who is a friend to all)
for any old butterfly poem...... Poetry Contest
(I have at least five old butterfly poems and I hope
I chose one you like).
My Yellow Butterfly;
Pinched in the corner of my eye,
Ah, ‘tis just my yellow butterfly!
A swarm of bees came chomping down on its tail,
And whipping up winds it stirs up new jets to sail!
Staying gallantly afloat it drifts wayward up into a puffed up cloud awaiting it in the air.
A red cardinal bird it did undoubtedly meet perched high on top a big pesky grizzly bear.
It just flies fancy free through the needles and straws of prickly Pine Trees.
And it starts circling around until it is across the rolling roaring High Seas!
My yellow butterfly just zip zaps itself right on by.
It is either flying too low or it is flying up on high!
On top of the clouds, I did get to watch its magnificent tail set sail.
Triumphantly, it stays afloat between a big shark and mighty whale!
A horde of yellow butterflies suddenly dumped down on me with voices that blare.
The journal of flying from here to there will get everyone everywhere except in err!
Yellow butterflies were coming from everywhere just so joyous for my eyes to see,
And I was caught up on a cloud when my yellow butterfly ushered in its array of me.
My Yellow Butterfly!