I felt it soft and gentle
Best taste ever
taking me to a strange land
where i long to be
I mounted on it's wings
Best ride ever
taking me with eyes close
where nature makes me happy
I felt this wonderful kiss
best to win a heart
A butterfly looking deep in my eyes
And made me to love again
In my summer meadow
Lavender colored milkweeds, growing between dark purple butterfly peas, are
perfuming the warm air.
The color combination is especially pleasing to me; I love purple.
Perfectly round globes of milkweed are a magnet for bees, butterflies and a variety
of other insects. I see lightening bugs among them.
The buzzing of bumblebees, wasps and honeybees is accompanied by the chirping
of crickets and the happy twittering of the meadow birds.
Yellow Sweet Clover lends it's perfume to the summer symphony of soothing scents.
Tall spikes of blooming Johnson grass sways dreamily in the bright sunlight.
Right in the middle of a soft pink wild rose bush, a bright red butterfly weed is the
center of activity for many species of colorful butterflies. A brilliant blue"Two-barred
Flasher” flaps it's wings as fast as a hummingbird, while the orange-brown Buckeye
Next to the roses, a blackberry bush is promising juicy, dark berries soon, while the
Mulberry trees are already providing a welcome sweet snack for birds, deer and
A patch of wide- open orange daylillies is a cheerful spot over at the edge of the
trees and an emerald- green hummingbird enjoys their offerings.
There is so much life and beauty in a small patch of meadow!
I love it!
"To love butterfly's, you must
first like caterpillar's."
Poet Ken Jordan
It was almost sundown
Early in February
When the wind blew the trees down
When the thunder in conjunction with the lighting seemed scary
But up in the sky
Mr. Blue looked down with a smile
When the Sun had to say goodbye
And the weather all over the town shared the same style
Down in the ghetto
Critical conditions were experienced
Poor houses were defeated, together with young stores
And it brought merciful conditions with high expenses
While around the city
The weather seemed to be curious and deliciously
When the thieves became stronger and high in velocity
And the weather results brought Miseries and a concern of Brutality
When that happens … It’s a sign that Mr. February is Back !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By: NH Kandjimi
once there were so many dream castles
we learn sometimes to bend with the wind when we have no other recourse
and not waste empty strength standing against it
we learn the courage needed to be still and set down roots in a fixed location
the dream castles fall apart
and reality replaces it with houses on firm foundations
Slowly I am drifting, fluttering across a lush and green meadow,
seeking out the life giving nectar of your flower.
Your ruby red pedals spread wide and inviting,
anticipating my arrival.
Gently I land upon your silken but firm pedal.
I kiss you softly as I move slowly across your surface
towards the soft and sensual spot
that hides your precious gift.
Caressing and probing with maddening desire
I thrust inside you.
Overwhelmed with ecstasy and pleasure
I drink the delectable essence of your being.
I drink your life giving juices
until I am drunk with your intoxicating liquid
and can no longer feel the wings upon my back.
I pull away to recover my senses.
Slowly I regain control
and caress you softly with my pollen covered hands
then bid you farewell.
As I lift away with sadness in my heart
I am comforted to know
that I will find you again next spring.
your on my mind
all the time
you are my sunshine
i think you in this way
On wings and above oceans, in the days where it rained to the left while the sun peeked
from the right, and underneath magical dewdrop butterfly breezes, she stood in the wind,
in the freedom of imagination where windows were doorways to heaven, and fairy dust fell
from the ceilings that contained her heart...
above the roaring of high tide and next to the balcony where the winds untied the braids
her mother had placed carefully in her hair, her tiny hands lifted, up, towards storm
clouds and hidden suns...
and she blew, exacting her breath to dandelion seed releasing, and counted made~up nursery
rhymes, as she fluttered her heart...
and out of her mouth flew a butterfly, wings beating in the rhythm of love, her eyes
opened and she reached her palms to the ceiling, watched drapes fall from wings and....
take flight, and she whispered in a voice intelligent enough to only belong to a little girl,
“Goodbye, my heart, flutter your wings to the sky, then find me one day, sprinkle me with
smiles, find me and take me...
its a prade
that don't fade
crowed streets or near
Poet: Ken Jordan
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
as the wind.....
No worrisome thoughts
of debts owed,
to pay -
I wish that I
on a breeze
the sky -