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The Butterflies Dance - Whitney

 
~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Spring's Rebirth

As winter's icy talons release their grip,
Leaving behind a landscape barren brown,
Spring waltzes in and proceeds to strip,
Winter of her tattered, lifeless gown,
Replacing it with green and floral crown.

Golden sunlight thaws the frigid earth,
Flora of a thousand kind burst into bloom.
Nature comes alive in glorious rebirth,
Extinguishing winter's boorish gloom,
And infusing the air with sweet perfume.

Butterflies take flight from their cocoons,
Spreading wings of red, blue and gold.
Warbling birds let loose a merry tune,
While building nests, their eggs to hold.
How marvelous to watch new life unfold!

What joy it is to be alive,
To feel spring's sunshine on your face,
To live, to love, to dream, to thrive,
As spring assumes her proper place,
Wrapping us in her warm embrace.

4/14/14
For Francine Roberts
Spring English Quintain contest.

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2014

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I Am A Robin

On the wing in the dawning light, Spring's new growth comes into sight. Flowers, berries, nuts and seeds, a smorgasbord to meet my needs. I am a robin in grey-brown attire, with my orange-red vest adding some fire. A harbinger of Spring am I, give ear to my joyous cry: Spring! Spring! Wonderful, marvelous, glorious Spring! Oh look! A fat juicy worm. Don't you just love how he wiggles and squirms? Gulp...down the hatch! Wow! What a treat! Now to my roost I must retreat. My mate and I must build a nest, a comfy home where our young can rest.
Robin means new growth 5/14/15 For Andrea's "Picture yourself as a bird" contest.

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

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Springtime Once Again - LaCharta Style

~Springtime Once Again~
(LaCharta)


The days are turning rather hot 
It's spring, but you'd think that we'd got 
Summer, because it is so hot. 
It's so warm need find a cool spot 
Rather like weather when is cool
What want now is  jump in the pool

Springtime is so lovely indeed 
When rains more cool weather we need 
It's a nice time to plant more seeds 
Also time to kill more those bad weeds 
Beautiful roses we see grow 
Spring is when nature seems to glow 

Hear many birds sing from the trees 
Mother duck with her chicks now just see 
Children play and just laugh with glee 
Many games to play on land, sea. 
Enjoy spring, 'cause her days go fast
Spring sadly, for too long won't last. 



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014



December.02.2015


~Author's Notes:

"The LaCharta"  is a poetry style created by Laura Lamarca.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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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

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Today He Sang To Me

Each morning, for several years,
We’ve fed the squirrels and birds.
Oh, the fun we have watched
And the beautiful songs we've heard.
Families have started and grown.
Once two squirrels, now eight.
Cardinals, among many other birds,
Know feeding time….are never late.
Cardinals mate for life and prefer 
A permanent nest to call their home.
And if food is readily available,
Even their young won’t roam.
So, now our trees are filled 
With morning Cardinal song.
Our cats are old and fat. 
All is good and life is long.
A bigger Cardinal, I call him Big Red,
Is first there every morning.
I think he’s the elder whose job it is
To sing out his ‘OKs’ or issue warnings.
He watches from the trees as I feed.
He used to hide, but no more.
He’s been coming closer lately,
I guess by now he thinks he knows the score.
This Spring morning was so ideal; 
So, after feeding, it was coffee on the patio;
Watching all the critters nosh 
As they come and go, come and go.
Quite suddenly, not even ten feet away,
The big Cardinal landed on the patio.
Surprised as could be, I was very still.
“Hey, Big Red.”, I said, sure that he would go.
He stood his ground, giving me the eye.
I could see his mate on the fence,
Watching so intently, 
Probably wishing he would fly.
Slowly I lifted my cup in a toast.
“Cardinals rule.” I said quietly.
Then, something very special happened.
For a time, he sang....to me.
It made me very happy.

 

 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015

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North Carolina

North Carolina—a beautiful place of humble abode,
On summer vacations or all the year round.
Rife with history, the Wright Brothers showed,
Thanks to Kitty Hawk's sand dunes at heights quite profound,
Hosting Earth's first manned flight on wings at our coast.

Carolina Tarheels—the battle cries loud,
Across our green state, Biltmore east, towards Kill Devil Hills.
Rolling gently across cotton and tobacco fields plowed,
Over civil war lands defended with vigor and skill.
Lakes and streams they're a plenty, abundant wildlife to boast,
Identified as "Southern" south of Mason-Dixon’s own line.
North Carolina place of wonder, from mountains to coast,
Appalachian Trail hikers by the thousands lovingly opine.

So the next time you feel, the need to discover,
Visit North Carolina's splendor, with a friend, sister, or brother!

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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Springtime

Notice thou not the filling of the branches, Green leaves and colored petals teeming with life, As winter departs and springtime advances Announced carefree aloft by birds with no strife In high pitched melodies, like Soldier and fife. From the hammocks of springtime all is quite well, With showers and sunlight new life doth now spring As bees pollinate and sleep doth befell, And gentle breezes give sway to lovers who swing Like the cadence of a bride, to bouquet she doth cling. Notice thou not the filling of the branches Winter's harsh beating winds now replaced, By watercolors splashed across sky's canvas Overlooking butterflies and love scenes chaste Old Man Winter has departed, his chill now displaced. Writen 4/16/2014 for the, "A Spring Day in English Quintain"Poetry contest.

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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Thank You God

After the storm gale force red a calm light filled baby blue sky 
whistling birds singing a choir of divine beauty fills the air 
deeply warm touching without profit costing nothing 
fills inside with strength casting dark shadows out always remains
enveloped within prayer death love one's power inside weakness pure

White sparsely scattered mother of pearl clouds cap Snow mountain 
sweeping over Amazing grace dreams casting magic spells spring
Coming down the High plain gazing towards Trawbegga bay
Tides enchanting a dark shade of blue distant thoughts brew 
without cost profits nothing spirit of kindness overwhelming true beams

A cool spring breeze dusting the brow speaks
silently warm finger rays paint a beautiful garden Eden 
Bells tolling calling the flock to worship kneeling humble 
Spirit of freedom cries in the town of the Sunday cross 
blessed I am oh Lord in this amazing view honored by your deep presence 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Changes

Birds sing springtime
Diminished in cold
Climate changing

Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014

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Beautiful Springtime - Trolaan

 ~Beautiful Springtime~
 (Trolaan)


 Beautiful first spring day
 Bountiful sun then may rain
 Be happy spring comes after winter too
 Bright sunshine glows like golden grain

 Enticing spring is here again at last
 Enchanting sights of so much beauty and renewal
 Every ray of sun illuminates everything so fast
 Entire sky is now so blue like a precious jewel

 Now new and wonderful changes after winter and snow
 Nurturing beauty of spring is such a sight
 Nosegays and roses buds see them all grow
 Nice time to relax and enjoy the spring night

 On and on my Master has created spring for us all
 Orchids, roses, tulips and so many beautiful things to enjoy
 Ocean and mountains during spring season stand tall
 Outside there's a wonderful weather for all girls and boys.


 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2012


January.29.2015


'Trolan' is a poetry style created by Valerie Peterson Brown.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Birth

Spring Birth

one twig, two twigs, three
soft down plucked from mother’s breast
the perfect bower

three tiny blue eggs 
under warmth of mother’s love 
they stir, they hatch new

three urgent beaks open 
insistent, burning, they beg 
speckled downy fuzz

Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku

Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014

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A Most Beautiful Spring Day - Quatrain By Letters

 
~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~ (Quatrain By Letters) The most beautiful day has come again There's so much for us to be thankful for The butterflies & bees fly after the rain There's so many more wonderful things in store. The hummingbirds get fed from flowers The air is so very nice and mild today The spring season can bring lots of showers The children go out and some play all day. Tending the garden a nice thing to do Trees and plants all turn green and grow The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue There's much enchantment in spring and that's so! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.25.2015
'Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Playful Day

The sun shone  brightly at last 
On this breezy spring day 
A  black cat stalked  a yellow bird in play,
As he stepped lightly across the fields of grass
 Covered with dew , Alarmed , the bird flew 
Leaving the cat with nothing to do 

The sun shone brightly 
on this breezy spring day 
As the mouse appeared suddenly 
through the field of  grass
And once again the cat turned to play 

Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012

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- Spring Secret -


                                     A little bird on the branch set
                                     Listen how nice its twittering
                                 Beautiful tones from a small orifice
                           What do you want to tell me my little friend?
                                  The little bird has a secret to tell
                                 In the large oak tree down the hill
                               it has built its new and sheltered nest
                            And the greatest of all for this little mother
                           in the nest there is two small light blue eggs
                      waiting for protection and warmth from their mother













23.03.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2012

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a dash of red

springtime cardinal
red against still bare branches
scarlet serenade

Copyright © Lynne Hanson | Year Posted 2014

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Arise

Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs

Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013

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When the Earth was in danger 7


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of Hindus, 
which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of destruction and 
how it was controlled …..What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  

 
When the Earth was in danger   07


By then the new foliage of spring had began to smile, 
on the branches of every tree,

All the buds of the flower plants had started blooming,
in that new swing of season,

Fragrance coming from the sandalwood forests,
was flowing in the air all around,
intoxicating everyone and everything,

All the insects, animals and birds, 
which were not conscious about this sudden change of season, 

Began to dance in sweet pleasure, 
after tasting the intoxication flowing in the air. 25



Even the Koyal* started its sweet spring singing, 
in her most melodious voice during that time, 
which she had never sang before.

The peacock also started its most colorful and 
fascinating dance.

The Rivers too began to flow with the most pleasing sound,
as if they were singing a song.

The sky had opened in those moments,  
its fabulous treasures of alluring colors, 
to charm the entire universe.

The Sun rays coming from behind the hovering colorful clouds 
were spreading on the earth, 
a magical scene which no one had ever witnessed on Earth.

Such was the grandeur and wind of attractions,
everywhere on the earth,
that even Gods too got completely lost,  
what to say of human beings. 26


Embodiment of Shiva* the Neelkantha*  
which use to  fly often  high and low in the air,
were today dancing like a Peacock, 
while spreading their blue wings in the air.

What had happened to the Earth, 
why everyone was lost in the realm of a different world.

All the inhabitants of Earth and even of the heaven, 
were keeping a silence only with folded hands.

As they were either praying to Shiva or 
were silently praying to their favorite Gods 
to save the earth.
  
Ravindra

Kanpur India 07 h April 2011				                    	to continue in 8

Clarifications:
•	Koyal = a singing bird of India like nightingale.
•	Neelkanth* = Blue jay. A bird having blue throat. To see Neelkanth  please open
http://www.indiamike.com/photopost/showphoto.php/photo/26534/cat/500/ppuser/23167

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011

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Henry the Hedgehog

On a lovely sunny morn
Henry the lonely hedgehog
Awoke with sun as it reached dawn
As he heard some croaking frogs
With birds a chirping everywhere
And the frogs making their din
Henry, looking here and there
He gave a sleepy grin

He'd woke up from hibernation
All set for a brand new season
Looking forward to a new adventure
His waking gave him reason
To say 'hello' to all around
He felt real good today
He has a chat on the muddy ground
Then he went upon his way

As he strolled along the path
He saw old Polly Parrot
Old Polly he did make him laugh
He was chewing on a carrot
It's not the fool that parrots eat
But that's how Polly is
They both were happy so to meet
And spent their day in bliss

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

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Haiku 41

two eggs
    nestled in a basket--
        cooing of doves

5/7/15

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

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The Sparrow

I walked upon a sparrow sitting on a limb,
her little feathers wet and mottled from a 
spring swim, she played and picked then 
shook her fragile body, stretching her head 
out with a nod, she settled down, nestled,  
she closed her little eyes, quietly, without worry.
As she awoke she expressed her happiness with 
joyous song and weightless sigh, all the while, 
I watch in awe and wonder; how nice it must be 
to have a tree, to sit under, ...free, warm from 
the new morning sun; Ah yes, I should like to be 
a sparrow today, nothing to do but sing and pray.
kfay0314

Copyright © Karen van Wyk | Year Posted 2015

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Springs Arrival

The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air, The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom, The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life, The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun, Spring has arrived. The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up, The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio, The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky, The feeling of riding around with your windows down, Spring has arrived. The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire, The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass, The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline, The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day, Spring has arrived. The sound of children back playing outside, The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm, The sight of birds darting through the crisp air, The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet, That's when you can tell, Spring has arrived.

Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014

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The Herald of Spring -Skylark

Soaring high it flies 
Spring is here it cries
Sound radiates the air
Bringing smiles to all
one brown bird so small
Sings hovering way up there

Way up in the clouds
Hangs in space so proud
Whilst observing way down low
A safe place to nest
Tufted grass is best
Where there are seeds, insects, now


Penned 18 July 2014

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2014

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Seven Birds in Spring

Seven Birds in Spring


Sparrow in late snow
Gathers straw to make her nest
Afraid to be last.

A dash of swallow
Almost faster than the songs
Of Spring returning.

Baby birds chirping
The nest full with mother’s warmth
Life renewed- the same.

Swallows hit the pond
A quick drink or bugs to eat
Do I need to know

Plovers in the sand
Four tiny chicks in the waves
Almost gone from Earth

Fifty calls at least
A mockingbird on a pole
Why so many songs

Every Spring the hawk
Finds the robin’s hidden nest
As I sit and watch.

Copyright © Richard Jordan | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Is So Beautiful - Whitney

~Spring Is So Beautiful~ Whitney) Beautiful morning of spring air is warm butterflies fly from flowers to flower they show their beautiful colors. Spring is so beautiful and today is the perfect day to take walk around the park and enjoy the views we see! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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TANKA

Two tiny parrots
fluttering in this big cage
wonder what spring is:
trees with blossoming branches,
where other birds build their nests?


Nature declares spring
with its harmonious sounds;
above a blue sky,
below meadows with blue-bells:
isn't it time I set them free?

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Rules

    Written for the contest
A Spring Day In English Quintain


The Butterfly Mattress Co.

The day, I started this job
Of course you'd consider me GREEN
So I had to be trained by Bob
first on the Kings, then Queens
Using the BUTTERFLY Mattress machine.

First time I put in a SPRING
Another popped out of a seam
It caught on to Bobs wedding ring
And boy, he let out a scream
While I shut down the Butterfly Mattress machine

Mr. BIRD, the Owner and Chief
Immediately showed on the seen
Expressed a moment of grief
And after that moment ,he deemed
He LOVED the Butterfly Mattress machine


So Bob was made to retire
And no longer a part of the team
And his job is what I've acquired
But I'm careful to watch all the seams
While operating The Butterfly Mattress Machine

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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For Spring to Come

For Spring to Come
For spring to come we can hardly wait;                           		                     In every part of it want to participate; 					       Hear birds sing as flowers start to grow                                                        Watch fine fields while they will flow.

Leaves turned green which were brown; 				          And spring showers started falling down, 				         With water that eventually by now brings                                                        Born butterflies soon with beautiful wings.

Sun will start shining more each day
Pretty soon clouds are passing away;                                                               Sky becomes Carolina blue and clear, 					         After all of gray color did disappear.

A while now, nearby, spring has been,				                While we always wanted to see it again; 				          So silently spring surely started to fade;				 Summer was here as we sat in the shade.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
www.story-telling-around-the-world.com

Need your comments, criticism, thoughts and ideas.
I am entering it into a poetry contest at local library.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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The Call of Spring

The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow,
And busy ants scurry by.

A butterfly with rainbow color
Runs wildly as a vine - 
Passing o're the flowers
In paths of strange designs.

The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending;
And summer dawns again.

Copyright © Patrick Carpen | Year Posted 2015