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
"To love butterfly's, you must
first like caterpillar's."
Poet Ken Jordan
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!
I lie on the grass, still green and soft as a featherbed underneath,
lift my eyes upward to the sky and feast on robin's-egg blue and
bleached cotton candy. Mineature butterflies drink the last drops
of nectar from faded blossoms. Tiny yellow wings fan the heated
air while leaves drift to land softly on my skin and spray russet
bubbles through my lazy view. I close my eyes, absorb autumn's
bright notes, relax with heart and soul full of gratitude and peace.
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
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Watts Is Burning
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
Watts is burning, and the powers that be,
show no interest in putting out the flames -
Six fiery days of hell erupts, set ablaze by
a racial city government of bigots, that are
intolerant to black people.
Police brutality, is at an all-time high -
and racial discrimination towards us,
is running ramped, causing the worst
racial riot, in Los Angeles,during the
so-called Watts Rebellion -
Damn right, we are rebelling......rebelling
against the corrupt city government -
Our show of strength,and unity, to standup
for our rights,in the face of adversity, Is a
significant turning point, in the African
The Watts racial riot, Is the worst in
Los Angeles, history -
We are fighting for our Civil Rights,
Equal Rights, Equal Pay, A Right To
Vote, Better Living Conditions, And
Watts is burning, Six days of hell - The
racial uprising, has cloaked the city.......
choked It, and strangled it, as dark plumes
of smoke, from gunfire and explosives,
ignite into a war zone, administered by
LAPD and the National guard -
War is declared on both sides, and neither
side is resisting. Blood is shedding,
white blood -
black blood -
on the streets of Watts - The city's racial
bureaucrats have put barricades in place,
to control a poor,and oppressed people,
confining us to our neighborhood's, leaving
one way in, one way out -
And Watts, continue to burn - Officials don't
give a damn, If we turn our aggression, to
violence In our own area -
Watts is burning, the Chief of Police,
have turned his head to the situation,
as fire rages all around.
The riot, told the story of South L.A., which
was perpetrated by arrogant, egotistical
whites, who felt superior to us -
Watts is burning, for six Ugly days of Hell,
Watts, is on fire, and no one give's a damn -
burn baby burn
let Watts burn to ashes - Black Ashes,
cremated by bigots in uniforms, masquerading
as human beings - No one gives a damn about
Watts, or our people.
Shout it out from your mansions in Beverly Hills -
Shout it out from the Sunset Strip -
Shout it out from your town car's while driving
on the streets of Hollywood -
Watts, is burning and continues to burn.The
rich don't give a damn about us, and the
conditions in Watts -
Burn baby burn! Let it burn to Black Ashes
Watts is On fire Hell is unleashed -
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...
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.
its a prade
that don't fade
crowed streets or near
your on my mind
all the time
you are my sunshine
i think you in this way
A butterfly sat on the roof of my life
I felt an instant hope to love again
It descended from my roof
Relocated at the center of my heart
The butterfly settled right inside my heart
It sealed all the holes in my heart
I know this intervention will last forever
My life has become brand new
Oh! Lovely is its nature
Trademark of love it possesses
I am convinced a butterfly
Touched my life
Now I am on it wings
To truly fall in love again
One of the Gods great creation I've seen
On the flowers, rifting across the sky.
She glides, she dives
Fluttering along the sky.
She flutters and flies, dances
And glides and again dives.
Her wings are most beautiful,
Graceful, varied and enchanting.
Colored wings that catch the eye
Shine just like sunlight rays.
Eyes sparkle as the stars
Kisses the petals of flowers.
Flirting outrageously with
Each and every flower,
The delicacy of her wings
Can defeat a beautiful teen girl.
She, Thou beauteous thing,
Gambol over the flowers
To sip the nectar.
I've seen the Gods great creation.
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 -
Slightly snowy Bouquet of red roses,
Glowing and shimmering with all color shades of light purple Egypt lilies,
On the forgotten Gods on Earth and in space always ,
Accidentally noticed but then later banned by the Queen of All Snows ,
All steering on it with unrelenting attention intently and carefully , marveling at its beauty,
Reflected as in a mirror in miriards of the gloomest color shades in the clouds ,
Evaporates in the endless void of space distances ....
INSPIRATION PEAK AT MALIBU
Nestle between dancing trees
a rock bed creek
leaks out to the beckoning sea
leaving abandoned thongs
peeking through the sands of time.
A proud lizard
strikes a kingly pose
on his throne of dead wood;
butterflies dart to and fro
the incense smoke air;
dirt, dry weeds and blooming flowers
share a common scene;
and on the brow of the crimson horizon
gulls play tag in the vaporous sky.
As if lions of Sisyphus
roaring waves gallop
up to the shores
frothing white manes
parted by knuckle rocks
anchored in sand.
Planted upon the seashore peak
a giant menorah beckons curious orbs:
its tallow fueling its votive purpose.