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Details | Free verse | |

On Butterfly Wings

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...


Details | Haiku | |

Butterfly Bush

Purple butterfly
Bush grows weary with it’s load
Covered with gold wings


Details | Free verse | |

Steel Butterfly

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


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Rainbow

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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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 | Concrete | |

Something is being said

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

12-4-04

All poems are copyright!©


Details | Romanticism | |

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

Love...,
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.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


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 | Couplet | |

CUDDLING CHARMED TRACES

.    .   .   .  * * *  .   .   .   .  
 

"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



Details | Free verse | |

THE ICE BUTTERFLY

What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping 
Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a
Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives,
A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth
Behold the ice butterfly.
Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a
Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide,
It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the
Thickets barren wilderness.
Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm
Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective
Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped,
Within their graceful wings of ice.
Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so
Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven,
A cascading blizzard of snowflakes,  blissfully descends
Upon a wintery wonderland.
Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free 
Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather’s
Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each
Other in wild abandonment’s carefree play, drifters
Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief.
As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's
Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled
Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose.
The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering
Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural
Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity. 
Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed
Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath
Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's
Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing
The evergreen beneath the powders white.






Details | Quatrain | |

Butterflies Are Free

Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A creature of the utmost beauty
Like a rainbow high in the sky

Varied paths on wings of colour
A conspicuous fluttering flight
Darting forth from flower to flower
A delightful peaceful sight

Dancing amongst the blossoms
Drawn by the sweet smelling nectar
Preserving nature's eternal scheme 
This fanciful pollen collector

Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A vision of pure artistry
These delicate wings on high

© Jack Ellison 2012


Details | Blank verse | |

Surreality

Flowers in a valley faraway,
Wind carries them as butterflies in the day.

Meteors through raindrops fall so slow,
Forming rainbow tails from the solar eclipse’s glow.

Beneath the cosmos and earthly sky.
Floral butterflies ascend towards the showers and fly.


Details | Lyric | |

Sing

Where are all the people?
There is always something to be scared of.
I just wished everyone will please stop fighting,
And listen to everyone sing.

Everyone needs a little love.
Some people need the shove,
The confidence to show people what you're made of.

People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.

If you need someone to talk to,
Let's be right here for you.
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
We'll sit and try a little flan.

We need to stop and think of all the uncommon people.
Think of all of them you don't know.
The ones who don't like to show.
The ones that'll really glow.

People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.

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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 | 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 | 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 | |

Butterfly...Why?

Butterfly in the sky,
why don't you fly very high?
I see you with a sorrowed eye,
listen to me, that's no lie.

Butterfly why your tears,
have you any troubling fears? 
I can give you joys and cheers,
if you'll live with me your years.

Butterfly can you see?
You would be happy to live with me.
If you live with me you'll be,
the happiest butterfly in my tree.

Butterfly wipe away your tears,
come to me if my tear you hear,
because butterfly in the sky,
like you, I too am a butterfly.


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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | Quatrain | |

Victory

Victory

A caterpillar has no beauty
To boast of or display
It feeds on leaves continuously
In a pitiful and crawling way.

As if ashamed of its appearance
And its lack of creature strength
It thrives on sheer endurance
Till days of growth announce its length.

It sleeps in solitude's cocoon
Wrapped in content transition
Sure its rebirth is coming soon
Metamorphosed in creation.

Through its final feat of struggle
Completed joy a thousand sighs
From its triumphs over obstacles
Comes the magnificent butterfly!

All rights reserved~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~04.09.13


Details | Rhyme | |

Communion

I long to write metaphors in shades mosaic 
Paint the peace that denies within 
In my mind harness liquid essence poetic
This conscience which now dances amidst a violent wind

I wish to empathize with the Monarch butterfly 
Landing quite inquisitive upon my limb 
Like it, withdraw from never asking why
Just to discover who I really am

Journey off from bustle to secret places
Where city sounds whisper so very dim
And words fall out of clouds picturesque 
It’s here; I know I can easily talk to Him

Form my thoughts, offer praising supplication
Let sail my soul upon His waters placid
Bringing back to life meanings of lost versification
Then my pen writes what afore could not be answered

And soon my pages fill as glaciers fall into warmer oceans
Overflow like the rivers do in rainstorms advent
Revealing purpose through myriad sacred revelations
Heaven’s door opens and I step through in… 
At peace evermore, I am


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 | I do not know? | |

of course the butterfly

They are flying colors in the sky, 
We see them by the pupil of our eye, 
Bright, colorful and they fly so high, 
Who are they ? Ofcourse the Butterfly. 

Children get flabbergasted by seeing them, 
Becuase they are like a precious gem, 
They fly around the flower's stem, 
Who are they ? Ofcourse the Butterfly.  
  
They carry out the other generation by metamorphosis, 
And give their baby butterflies a sweet kiss, 
To make them live their own life as they wish, 
Who are they ? Ofcourse the Butterfly. 

If you love them,their population will reach high, 
If you pollute, they will sadly die. 
"There are many !" Dont you lie !, 
Who are they ? Ofcourse the Butterfly. 

They have two bright mesmerizing wings, 
And the beautiful surroundings make them sing, 
They look like magnificent kings, 
Who are they ? Ofcourse the Butterfly !


Details | Free verse | |

A beautiful butterfly crossed your path today

(Please feel free to visit me at www.poetrypoem.com/poet3238)

A beautiful butterfly crossed your path today

Written By Dean Masciarelli

December 11, 2009 (11:20pm)


A beautiful butterfly crossed your path today

But did you ever think about the 
transformation that it went through

When it started floating by
you ever so gracefully

I know that it may be 
really hard to imagine

Because it started out as a caterpillar

And then one day it turned into a cocoon

And then it was given a whole new body

And then it was set free from 
captivity
to soar and fly freely in the sky

And if you think about it for awhile

The good Lord touches us in many ways

If you will just take the time to open up our eyes

So that you can start seeing things differently

You will be utterly amazed by 
the blessings
that you can encounter along the way


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 | Free verse | |

A Pilgrim

A Pilgrim
(A song for 'Dia')

I come here at night's edge,
This parlour of hidden shadows
Questing for
Some measure of solace
From the bible black grind
Of mundane despair.

She is wearing white,
Tonight,
My Magdalene
My source of wonderment,
Thunder child
Storm raven
My crucible of momentary Eden

We are all searchers in the end
All weary marchers
Down the long winding road
From the cradle to the grave
Lovers poets fighters and slaves
Lords at midsummer
Winter's bedraggled paupers

God you are even more beautiful then I recall

The Raven woman
Speaks in tongues
Many faced
Multifaceted
Her magpie soul
Joyfully treacherous
Am I the fool
Prowling after true love
In this tangle of thorns
Where carrion children
Play and frolick
Over the bones
Of heroes fallen
And hope forlorn?

Tonight the storm child 
Is screaming
My heart pounds a battle song
My soul sings the dirge
Of princes
Bereft of kingdom and country 
Queen and cause.

What have we come to my brothers? 

I love this sweetly rotting humanity
This slowly withering dream
That aspires to utopia
But falls short on emotion.

I am the lost soul
No harbour no anchor
No star to navigate by
drifter storm tossed
My back has been broken
My spirit quelled
The poet in me muted
Dead in life
Diminished.

Valletta
City of a thousand echoes
City of heroes
In the dead of night
Streets  are silent
Empty, pristine
Clean
In a fractured sort of way
So perilous as to
Chill the clear heart
And scar
The unready soul
And her name
Is mystery
Wherein lies her power! 

Carlos


Details | Personification | |

Array

My Yellow Butterfly; 
My Array!

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 Array: 
My Yellow Butterfly!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Butterfly Tree

She frolics on an autumn day
running wild through a blood red glen
the leaves on her train leap up and dance
swirling around her as she sings
softly
to a bird in her hand:
she sings of the butterfly tree.

The bird leaps up
he spreads his wings—
he sours through the fall foliage,
up , up,
to the blue sky beyond
where he warbles upon breeze
lovingly
to the crimson sun:
he warbles of the butterfly tree.

The sun turns away 
to shine among the dark
he courts the quiet shade
chasing away the silver moon
who hides beneath a laughing brook
he flirts among the dappled light
as the world begins to whisper
loudly
to the silver shadow ‘neath the brook:
it whispers of the butterfly tree


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Writing is Magic

Wings take flight
Right off the page
Flying toward the sky
As the words escape my mind.

Pen touches the crisp paper
Magic begins to glow
From the tip of my wand
Bringing thoughts to life.

Imagery imprints the mind
Visualizing words to picture
Transforming into a story
Becoming a part of the tale.

Each word written
Is like a verbal tale
That becomes a spell
Hocus pocus, abra-imagia.

Reading each line
The eyes chow down
The mind digests
As the soul feels.

Words speak more than action
Strikes harder than a sword
Touches the soul from within
Can bring tears to the eyes.

Words can be used good or bad
Its just how we use them
To inspire or dispire
Help or ignore.

They can inspire us
Intrigue us with mystery
Make us laugh with joy
When their arranged oddly.

Words can heal us
More than medicine
For stories and poems
Fascinate and lure us
Like sirens singing to sailors.

Words formed together
To form a sentence
Like a spell forming
To create a crystal
Letting it shine bright
In the sunlight.

Words are magical
That change and inspire
Those that take the time
To read and find meaning
In what magic each holds.


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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.


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Apollo's Butterfly

The Sun was on a rippling brook,
while the leaves on the trees,
by the wind were shook.

On the mossy floor,
a fire danced.

On the breeze a golden butterfly pranced.

Underneath a laurel,
lay a silver bow.
Beside it sat Apollo,
with his kithara in tow.

The Butterfly flew in the fire,
while Apollo strummed upon his lyre.


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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...


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Your Silent Butterfly Wings

Deep inside 
Those green-black cobra eyes,
Are black-yellow butterfly wings
That hypnotizes you with a deadly sting 
Return to thy hand weaved basket, from the land of Nod
Then, we shall rest upon your silent butterfly wings


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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.