On clear bright days I catch a glimpse
Of what is a rare and beautiful sight.
Endangered, once feared to be lost to time
A gem to the butterfly world.
The Monarch making a brave return
Bringing to me a smile on beating wings.
Timeless beauty wrapped in a silk cocoon
Free to flutter where the wind goes.
Dancing on air without missing a beat
Enchanted by your beating heart.
Knowing I have seen rare beauty.
On more than one occasion you have come,
Like the rainbow that comes by.
Peeking through the clouds, around corners.
Reminding me on several occasions,
To follow inspiration, to keep chasing rainbows.
To fly on butterfly wings.
For P.D., who constantly inspires...
Contest 'any old butterfly poem...
Bush grows weary with it’s load
Covered with gold wings
A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile
Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself
So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly
I do not know?
As sun is shining
tis ever so bright
in the day light
As I run.. ever so fast
Along the shores
I leave my
in the sands
as my long
within the wind
tis remind me
of within tis life
Christ the Rising Son
As I run ever so fast
unto His Light
Along the Shore
Chasing Butterfly's of Souls
they may too
come to Christ
then be cleansed
and made whole
obtaining Eternal life..
As tis day...
Time shall be..
I and many
we will leave
in the sand..
As the Holy Spirit blows
tis just like the wind
taking us away...
Thank you.. Sweet Beautiful Tristen..
for taking part... within my heart
tis as God has worked through
your Loving Treasures
Tis with Blessing of this write..
As tis be... as I run along the Beautiful shores
within this life.. with you and many
Spreading God's Divine Word
In-hopes many shall come to Christ
Come to Jesus
While there tis time...
For the Rising of our Heavenly Father's Son
Soon shall be...
Then we all will live in Eternity..
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
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
Running through the universe,
Looking for the light,
I found a broken rainbow,
Crying in the night.
I tried to glue it back again,
Fix it's bleeding heart,
But the circle had been broken,
Before it's song could start.
The push and pull of meaning,
Are tugging at my sleeve,
The million colours dancing,
In the cloth the weaver weaves.
Are burning in the darkness,
Burning in the night,
As the rainbow goes on crying,
Sinking out of sight.
And now I'm crying loneliness,
Crying on my knees,
The butterflies of emptiness,
Are dancing in the breeze.
Running through the universe,
Looking for your face,
I come back to the start again,
To find my tail I chase.
I know I've found my destiny,
I know that it is true,
The beginning and the end of it,
Is where we'll all meet you.
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Something is being said
across the whole world.
Something is being said
for all to hear.
Something is being spoken
for us to be awoken,
Something is giving us life
to beat all this strife,
Something is being loving
to heal our pain and sorrow,
Someone has given us a new tomorrow,
Something is being said,
He is saying take His hand
He is saying forget the trials for they take you far,
Far into a land where life is left unknown,
He is saying, I am life,I am the true vine,
take my hand and we will live in eternity for all time,
for all days and you will learn my awesome ways.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
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
Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.
Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.
For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!
Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.
For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.
For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.
Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.
Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.
And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.
Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.
huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.
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"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."
~out drifting on a wind- swept night, she hears air of clouds speak
of rafting whispers from the light, to let a blue angel seek * *
a pathway through the marsh shade, where satins of evening flow
past crushed green and frosted jade, a world enrapturing glow,
a world not quite in between, where neither she nor he has sailed
an old psalm , a holy scene, a place where every tear is nailed,
and far out past the veil-stained trail, there is a dream waiting for her
like an enchanting necklace on sail, a reverie drifting on sea so fair~
she smells bird song’s grace, captivating in it’s solitude *
*another time another place, where even dreams gently intrude,
a place where silence breathes a voice,entrancing the heart of a man
another hope, another choice, another contemplative charm, * *
along a road a tree sways, chanting to each passing ear
the words she touches but cannot see, the words erasing the fear,
and though there’s still a strain, that somehow just won’t go away *
fascinating thoughts affirm that faith grows stronger by the day~ ~
~they sit there talking side by side, so many tunes in their rhyme
no place for anything to hide, transparent is the hood of time,
his voice cuddling traces of before, a sacred place of long ago *
another sanctum, another key, a space that they still have to know,
and as they hum of when and where, a voice calls softly from behind
like delightful music of the breeze, that feels so heavenly designed,
* then suddenly the night drips gold, as the necklace floats into sea
and just before he leaves, he tells that all their dreams would come to be. ~ ~
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For Constance: Daydreams, dreams and dreams Contest
From: nette onclaud
10 Jul 11