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There's A Moth In The Rainforest


Is This Nature's Glory As a quarry? Alone and at peace A life, a new lease I pull up a piece of land Take a little time to mend This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch  Then Lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand Never can't So I chant Let me meld Forest held Me alone a window into the future slightly opened We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned  13~11~2014 Sponsor : craig cornish Contest Name : Chopped II ********************************************************* I believe this falls within the 10 to 20 line loose suggestion. This is usually done by the sponsor because it would be difficult to read 35 epic poems and rate them. Because I wanted to create a shape if you count lines as they line up I have more then 20. If I realigned them I would have much less than 20. I believe I stayed within the spirit of the rules. However that is and should be in the hands of the sponsor. I worked very hard towrite this piece for this contest. I loved the process. I have already accomplished everything I wanted to do with this write. I watch the show Chopped all the time.The idea is to be creative with the ingredients. If there is a steak in the basket you better not just cook a steak. The point of the show is using the ingredients creatively never do the obvious. I am happy to have written this piece inspired by the contest. So thank you Craig because I am proud of this write. However below is the ten to twenty line alternative in case you would rather judge it. ********************************************************** Chopped Too - A Rainforest This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch  Then Lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand Me alone a window into the future slightly opened We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned  13~11~2014 Sponsor : craig cornish Contest Name : Chopped II


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Dreaming With Butterflies

FLUTTER BY BUTTERFLY DANCE YOUR WAY ACROSS THE SKY WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS THOSE DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT STILL SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART IT CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE IS THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME THAN SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE OH I KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY FOR HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE I’LL STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE AND WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT AT THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT DREAMING WITH BUTTERFLIES


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The Butterfly Flutters By

The Butterfly Flutters By
On a steamy, sun-drenched, summer Sunday, Tree leaves delightfully dancing to the tune of A warm, welcoming, wandering breeze blowing, Metamorphosis now complete, no memory of being yesterday’s creeping caterpillar, The butterfly flutters by.
Blatantly, brazenly, boastfully, Showing off beautiful, brilliant, blue-black and brown wings, Gracefully gliding through a breathtaking, glorious garden, The butterfly shyly pitches from blushing, boldly-colored, buds to fragrant flowers, Cunningly outmaneuvering a competing, hovering hummingbird.
Slyly snatching a satisfying taste of tantalizing, syrupy, sweet nectar From attention-craving, Golden Flame Honeysuckle vines, The butterfly flutters by Cheerfully and completely satiated - Perhaps, already dreaming about tomorrow’s anticipated sugary feast!
Entered in the contest "The Butterfly Flutters By"


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If I Were A Butterfly

If I were a butterfly... Your yard might be the place to fly. I'd flap my wings and fly all day. From tree to tree...I'd bounce my way. I'd ride hot puffs of air Like a roller coaster at the fair... Like a schooner on the ocean's waves... I'd soar and swim the sky all day. And when your children came to play... I'd dance about their noses. They'd laugh and chase And then I'd hide...safely in the roses. I'd perch among the sharpest thorns, My wings...the roses to adorn... Tomorrow I might float and soar... Visit neighbors yards next door. And when my flying day is done... And I am finished having fun... I'll float and flutter back through space... Your garden ...still my favorite place.


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Beautiful Butterfly

Brilliant blue butterfly
Frequently fluttering freely
Delicately dancing on dahlias

Softly soaring skyward
Buddleia bushes brimming with beauty
Enchanting everyone’s eyes


Written for Alliteration Contest Sponsored by Dr Ram Mehta
6th July 2014
~awarded 3rd place~


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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...


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Butterfly Pavilion

Nestled in hills of Pine Mountain, Georgia
Butterflies thrive at Callaway Gardens
Pavilion filled with cornucopia 
Vibrant beauties are captured on the lens

Floral-filled setting surrounded by glass
An international mixture abounds
Each majestic beauty in its own class
Flittering, fluttering, flying around

Magnificent magenta and sapphire
Flaunting deep purples and vivid yellows
The Lord blessed each with stunning attire
And they seem to be such carefree fellows

Pavilion visitors stand in great awe
Marveling at creatures without a flaw


*entry for PD's Butterfly contest.


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Butterfly Dreams

Giving in to desires dreams of butterflies,
Dancing to internal rhythms pulsing beat,
Finding Heaven's scent, devils delight, sighs; 
Wanting temptations forbidden fruits heat.

Come to where butterflies desires go to kiss,
On wings that whisper of earthly tones,
Carried to heights of sublime bliss;
While butterflies whisper orgasmic moans.

Plunging deeper, coaxing french vanilla cream,
Eyes wide open drinking in butterfly dew,
Giving in to butterflies secret desires to dream;
Devouring ambrosial butterfly nectar anew.

Trembling beneath each stroke of butterfly wings,
Release struggling to cascade in brilliant form,
Tender hushed whispers, as the heart sings;
Caught off guard during a butterfly storm.



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Autumn Butterfly

You wanna know what I think?
I think you 're a bit confused
Don't you know it's late in the year?
Don't you know it's nearly dark too?

But your velvet and black-green wings
fan and rest upon my bare back
and it tickles! Now you're on my forearm
I think you like me. Off you go now...


This poem is submitted for:
PD’s ‘One Autumn Night’ contest


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Butterfly Bush

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


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The Wonderful Journey Of The Butterfly

This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female 
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide



The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam



Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day



The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up real big



Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever



Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found



It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face



This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die




© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved




  


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Blue Butterfly

Blue Butterfly

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Where have you been
Night's bitter cold's 
Unending, friend.

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Bring love again
Stay 'till I'm old
And to death's end.

'Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I!
Let's fly through the poppies and lie
In the fields of forget-me-nots
Play on the fruit up in tree tops
Taste the sweet necter on stamen tips
Kissing gently the blooming lips
Quench our thirsts by the singing brook
And greet the sun with each new look!'

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
How can I know
You will not leave?
Dare I trust so?

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
                          Wind...hear it blow?
                                              And on that breeze
                                                                     You up      and      go.


~by Deborah Burch©
4/01/2011


Form: verse


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She Liked Butterflies

She Liked Butterflies

With a youthful spirit;
She laughed in the breeze.
Dancing in the wind;
Lighting on trees.

Golden haired child;
A laugh like sunshine.
Beautiful , free, and wild;
Artistically inclined.

One day she decided to fly away;
In a letter she said her good-byes.
When asked about her, I say;
She liked butterflies.

Her spirit now flutters free;
With her bright colored friends with wings.
Sometimes I think I can see;
Her… among life’s  most beautiful things.

In the summer when the Monarchs return;
There is always one in the midst of the rest.
Where they gather together in the wild mountain ferns;
Who appears to me as an honored guest.

Then she flies away once more;
For she was never meant to stay.
Like she did many years before;
To return another summer day.

Darlene Doll Smith


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Beyond The Garden Gate

Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.

My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.

Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.

While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.






Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"


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Beautiful Butterfly

Wrapped in a rainbow of vibrant beauty
While butterflies dance to rhythms beat
Caught off balance by beauty still
Inspired by the smallest features

Found where love is it's purest
Fluttering on silk wings
Waiting patiently for butterfly kisses
A promise of perfumed dreams

Here while wrapped in ecstasy 
Intoxicated by butterfly beauty
Drinking in naked fantasies
Stay beautiful, beautiful butterfly


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The Butterfly Flutters by

As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada 
Marvelling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf  upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that monarch butterfly once again takes flight

Four times it had to  shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a  chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies 
that somehow against all odds survived…

A miracle is what I see each time the butterfly, flutters  by.  


For the Contest


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Butterfly Tears

Dew drenched petals.
Butterfly tears fall softly.
Nectar from the gods.


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Butterfly Kisses

(}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) Kiss the sky Butterfly With vibrant colors On gossamer wings Your beauty so sublime swiftly soaring (}i{) (}i{) Dance in the sky Butterfly Your wings like elegant gems That sparkle in the sunshine With gentle grace Flitting and floating (}i{) (}i{) Kiss the sky Butterfly Soar high On vibrant wings As exquisite as a patchwork quilt Without a stich or a seam (}i{) (}i{) Dance in the sky Butterfly On soft breezes Flutter free Velvet wings so fragile Cocooned no more (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{)


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HAIKU 16 about the butterfly

wings flutter across my left cheek a tickling smile


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Butterfly Wings

From the cradle of birth through the complex of life,
to finally the dungeon of death,
generational instincts react when there’s strife,
so a new order, takes its first breath.

In a pristine held valley with forest and stream,
where beauty and colour stand out,
odd shapes have a reason designed for the scheme;
there’s not a straight line thereabout.

So often we stroll through this balance of time,
blinkered and blind to its role.
What comes to the eye is not reason nor rhyme,
but wasteland that needs our control.

But bellbirds who call from the tree tops up high,
or boronia scent on the breeze,
and the cascading current that flows with a sigh,
are meant to put our mind at ease,
and surely they will if we’re given the chance,
to seek out these intricate things,
so there is more than a mere fleeting glance,
when we travel on butterfly wings.

When blossom takes over the rim of a shrub,
and the lure of nectar is strong,
pollen is moved through the whole of the scrub,
when the working bee moves it along.

The canopy gorges on sunlight and rain,
and filter them both to the soil,
so embryo seeds, start to swell and strain, 
and seed leaves begin to uncoil;
not that you’d notice when you’re walking by,
you don’t see these intricate things,
unless of course you are willing to fly,
and travel on butterfly wings.

Go back to nature; to our dear mother’s arms, 
who won’t support queens and kings,
but she will take you on a journey that calms,
if you dream you’re on butterfly wings.


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Whimsical Butterfly Flirtation

With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze hastes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung 

You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair 
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses won't compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair

Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you, 
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo





_______________________________
For Francine's Contest
4/28/13


Details | Tanka | |

Summer Butterfly


Summer butterfly
vibrant wings brighten long days
heat from your passion
cocooned 'til our love flies free
as we dream of sweet nectar


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Let's Pass a Tanka Love Note contest (Rick Parise) 


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Butterfly Memories 1

Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings
Shimmering and cute they are from my past
And a new song the bard in me now sings
On two sweet ones from  the  database vast.

“ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue
For this insect so loved by old and young
But “Chitra” is our star female playback
Those days, my son was learning his speak

TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one
Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son
And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then
To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant

Some years on, a lovely lady I met
Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes
“A double grandma,  I am now”  ,  she said,
“ But are those butterflies still there  in your place?”  

“Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”.
I knew not then she was Miss India once
And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot
All that I learnt a little late, by chance.


For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem”
S.Jagathsimhan Nair,  09  Oct  2011




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The Butterfly Song

When the butterflies sing the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Though it's a voice not heard by human ears
The evidence is seen through the angel's tears
Accepted by all as the evening rain
Because a butterfly song is hard to explain

The music is made by the the butterfly's wings
But only nature itself hears the song it sings
It causes the flowers and the trees to sprout
And the birds and the bees to dance about

When a flower is seen it won't be long
'Til spring is born with a butterfly song
So listen close when Winter calls Spring
And you might just hear a butterfly sing

When the butterflies sing the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing


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Monarch Butterfly

hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new generations
as you travel 
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
to breed
a new generation
that will initiate 
the process for 
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
the monarch 
of butterflies


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Where now a Butterfly Sits

In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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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...


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BUTTERFLY LOOKS AT ME FOR ANSWERS

                                    The  butterfly so weightless looks at me for 

                answers, questions are mine and abundant,  clearly she has stolen

                my heart.   Center stage stands my attention, her figure like a 

                sapphire in shades of kindness, her visions are dust on her wings.

                Glistening to glimmers as they float away, a moment's duller they 

                become leaving wings a slight hallow fading, drifting behind in a 

                place it had once been.  Until finally, remaining wings contain 

                nothing only gray endings, but more beautiful is the world for it's

                colorful fire remains.


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Moonbow

moonbow
a luna moth clings
to the porch light

(Published HSA Member Anthology - 2010)


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The Butterfly

The Butterfly

A butterfly came sat upon my hand in mid July
I stood so still
I couldn't feel
His wings       they moved about
I wondered why he landed there on me instead of         fly
           To fair flowers
With less hours
He knew       there was no doubt
Yet there he was he came to me and I indulged his lie
And then                                                                   he flew
                             In search of dew
                                                          Who knows
             He flits about...

deborah burch©
6/2006