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Butterfly Dusting

Eyes round with wonder, soft cheeks flushed pink,
She prances in time with elusive flight
From rose to daisy, it seems to hoodwink
Her eager need to grasp this love at first sight.
Then comes victory, with first catch held close,
In child's hands lightly cupped-palms' warm hollow
A cosy cave, but captive instinct echoes
In beating wings' whispered tremolo.
So she widens a gap to peek, still to keep
A prized thing, and sees bright butterfly dust
Streaked on palms-pretty pigments volumes speak
Of life's desperate throes. she must adjust
Her heart, trembles-bells toll for creatures small.
She lets go God"s gift. It''s loved after all.

Copyright © Aqua Marine | Year Posted 2016

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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.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Butterfly

Willowy wisps of color hang in air,
As bright rainbow palettes with silken wings.
To dance aloft without a noticed care.
Beneath the blue canopy, Nature sings.
This delicate realm where my eye explores,
From flower to flower they drift away.
And savor sweet honey, their heart adores,
The world turns slower each time they stay.
They appear to float like beauty's pause.
Kissing scented flowers as petals part.
For a serenity shared, to my applause,
And cause remembrance when they depart.

Though a life form apart, colors entice.
When we met as strangers in Paradise.


contest..For men only, write about butterflies
12/3/15

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Mother

A mother carried you in her womb,
Her happiness moment is when you were born and she met you.
A mother is tender and nurtures you.
She does everything to take care of you.
A mother is your protector who keeps you out of harms way.
She worries about you night and day.
A mother is your supporter and inspiration.
She guides you in the right direction.
A mother is your comfort when you need an ear,
She is the only one who is true and dear.
A mother sets an example,
There is nothing too great for her to handle.
A mother's love is unconditional,
All the decisions she makes are rational.
A mother is valuable and strong,
Not afraid to tell you what's right when you're wrong.
A mother does everything to give you what you need,
She's there cheering you on to succeed.
A mother will always be your mother,
She is irreplaceable because you will never get another.
A mother goes over and beyond,
Nothing can come in between a mother and her child's bond.
A mother is truly a gift that needs to be appreciated,
She is the reason why you were created.
A mother would die for you,
She lives her life for you.
A mother sacrifices her wants for yours,
She is your own personal super hero and more.

       May 10, 2014
~The One and Only~

Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014

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Butterflies Among Us

Purple streaks of vibrancy above her only skies she soars with wings of velvet, up and through the clouds I hang a smile upon my lips and shake my head oh why? do butterflies just up and leave, and leave behind a crowd Lofty places sunny spaces ever closer to the sun she dances round the biggest pine then meanders on her way Oh how I wish she'd soon some day come to tell me why, a seasoned peek is all I get, before she shuns away As I recall my childhood catch, the lovely Monarchy I shake my head and reap a sigh, and that is why yes why! No net will do, no glassy jar, no room without a key she's born to fly and to be free, and that is why yes why; There's butterflies among us still, and here's the reason why, we let them be, we set them free, so then can live n' multiply, August 12, 2015

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

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Butterflies

 
 (my mind hath looked 
upon the speaking face of earth and heaven
as her prime teacher......[Wordsworth])  

I saw two butterflies wrapped in silent passion,
Her heart-shaped wings splayed flat against the sill
Her torso throbbing in anticipation...
Himself, hovering gently to hold her still.
I saw their sleek brown bodies tightly pressed,
His feet clinging to her lest the wind 
Tear him away.  I saw the shadows rest
Around them and the midday sun descend,
And still they lay outside my window pane...
I wondered why it is that we must rush
And why my timid touches are but vain
And useless gestures, why he must always crush
The urgings. Nature’s children seem to know
That love is best when cherished soft and slow

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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Cocoon

Cocoon

I found a moth cocoon of silken thread
--A substance indestructable they say--
Almost unseen–his earthbrown, narrow bed
Where, patiently, the silent captive lay.
I thought to put him in a jar, to own,
To watch, to cherish his emerging form, 
But No! The case was broken, he had flown!
His empty, useless house no longer warm,
He flew in joy beneath the spring-blue sky,
Caressing gardens with his sun-bright wings.
He seemed to relish living--sailing high
And in the April breezes fluttering.
I crushed his empty shell between my hands 
And hoped he safely flew to other lands.

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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A Butterfly Sonnet

Enraptured by a butterfly one day, I watched her from beneath a shady tree. She flitted all about, then stopped to stay upon a flower; how delightfully she lingered there, a fascinating sight! Her wings were blue, a most enchanting hue against the flower’s petals pink and white. Entranced, I stared at her until she flew away. Then suddenly I found that I was wafting with the wind above the land! My arms were wings the color of the sky, and dreamily I viewed the earth so grand. As if by magic, I turned out to be The butterfly that captivated me!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Song of the butterfly

 I went to the garden to await my guest
Who will come with the beauty that silence suggests
Its' visit  though cherished will not be long
In silence I stand  for the beauty of  its  song

It was getting late and it  had yet to arrive
It seemed from this melody I would be deprived
But then  I saw something  from the corner of my eye
It was the fluttering symphony of an ebony and gold butterfly

I watched   as  it  moved to and fro
My eyes dancing to the rhythm of  its flow
Then up and over the trees  it  flew
And then  it  disappeared out of view

But  the echo of its melody lingered awhile
Then floated on the wind for miles and miles







Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013

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''Under Green Leaves, Dripping'' Hexsonnetta

 
~~ A glass wing butterfly, so very gossamer; A rainforest treasure, she looks up to the sky; And away she will fly, in deep dark rapture. Small frogs of the forest, the bright, colourful hue; Sweet, they play in the dew, on green they like to rest; Oh, they are the sweetest, and there! Hummingbird blue. Small creatures all gripping, under green leaves, dripping. ______________ August 16, 2015 HexSonetta (Iambic Trimeter) For the contest, The HexSonnetta, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Fifth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Chimeras

Chimera’s are mythical creatures composed of two or more parts.
Sagittarius, by example, is shown: to be made of both man and horse.
But Myths are not found among the living, except in the mind and art.
For where is the mermaid and her siren song found? Nowhere, of course!

Fiction has brought us fantasies, though life is stranger than fiction, I think.
For, now they’ve found the butterfly is in its life, two very separate beings.
Two separate strands of DNA work at different times within this missing link.
One is for the caterpillar, while the other is for the butterfly’s wings to bring.

One must die, or so they say, to allow the metamorphosis to bring the other to life.
But if they say one is dying… I think not… perchance it dreams, or does it sleep?
Or is this like the Phoenix that dies in flames, to again be reborn amid the strife?
Next time you hold a caterpillar or a butterfly in your hand… think about this leap.

Imagine all the wonder of their secret lives, and all that this can mean.
Not only is it a miracle, but perchance a place where we have found our dreams.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

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Moonlit Butterfly

The sharp scratch on paper of pen and ink,
Alluring like the old feathery quills,
That call’s the writer’s mind to gently think,
As on Earth the inconsistent moon spills.
There softly fluttering wings echo around,
Repeating the whispers of ancient twilight,
The writer recalls another lost sound,
Once heard long ago on a summer’s night.
The velvet wings that shone of arcane blue,
Reflecting dreams of magical sojourns,
Distant memories now clearly in view,
As if those old days could simply return.
The moonlit butterfly opened the eye,
By taking the moment to simply fly.





Form: English Sonnet

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012

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Butterfly Birthday

flutter, flutter, your fine love is softer
higher lower, your love light is lighter 
all I can see is your fine freckle face 
and it’s advertising your feline grace 

halo, halo, your virgin love to me 
winds wile your smile here to adoring me 
delicate wings feather a love entrée 
butterflies bring me happiness today 

colourful wings decorate memories 
since wedding day mingling of energy’s 
memories of May, still prelude a dance,
Your present, “yes” in your innocent glance 

Two years hence it’s a butterfly birthday
Two years since our auspicious wedding day

-updated July 1016-

Copyright © James Roffey | Year Posted 2016

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Secrets Of The Spider's Web

   SECRETS OF THE SPIDER'S WEB
The spice of life, a nectar to the heart
if one can find it, all the juices flow,
thorought all time, man's made this dream a part
of ev'ry way he wants his life to go!

With rings and potions, camels hair or eye,
and just a trace of kale that's come to rot
it cannot fail to bring the wanted high
for all who sip to gain all life has got!

The secrets of all time are just the chase
as sweet as honey to a baby's milk 
un-recognized when one is face to face
and bound as tight as any spider's silk!

Confusion plagues the minds who never see
how sweet the spice of life can come to be!
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Madame Butterfly

Madame Butterfly
Sara L Russell 10th July 2012

The painted lady waiting in the wings
Now parts her lips to sing her lover's name;
She enters, arms spread outwards as she sings
Like some fantastic orchid made of flame.

She scatters fragrant petals in the hall
And yet more petals round the master bed
Her sweet song echoes like a linnet's call
Her swirling silks are edged with golden thread.

Then comes a telegram from overseas
To say her love will not return again
The lady falls, still singing, to her knees;
Her heartbeat speeds, like wings beating in vain.

Such is the way of love made through a lie;
Like chloroform, to kill a butterfly.

Copyright © Sara Louise Russell | Year Posted 2014

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TRACEY JANE, THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY

You remind me of this radiant and marvellous butterfly
    She darts across the cystal blue sky as the gentle
breezes carry her so gracefully high.

   No one knows or understands why she is as she be
filled with a profound rhymic movement as if she
is orchestrating this Heavenly Symphony

  From larva, to cocoon did she emerge. Only the touch of
The Master's Hands could have created such a perpetual
and majestic sight as mankind gazes and ponder her spiritual
plight.

She's illumninated with the magnificent colors of the Heavenly 
Rainbow. She's as soft as the purity of the passing ivory clouds.
Her sweet fragrance can only be given by God, Himself.  She is
adorned with the tapestries of all that breathe the sweet 
breath of life.

Beautiful butterfly, butterfly, that soars throughout my life.  Oh do
teach me how to soar to such high, perhaps, then I will know the true
essence and the purpose of my life. O precious butterfly, butterfly, thank you 
for teaching me and embracing me and knowing my why. Mankind mankind do know this 
to be such a simple, but profound truth. Love the beauty of this butterfly, because she knows
my reason why. Butterfly, butterfly! Never cease to fly, for you are the reason why.

Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2010

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TRACEY JANE, THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY

You remind me of this radiant and marvellous butterfly
    She darts across the cystal blue sky as the gentle
breezes carry her so gracefully high.

   No one knows or understands why she is as she be
filled with a profound rhymic movement as if she
is orchestrating this Heavenly Symphony

  From larva, to cocoon did she emerge. Only the touch of
The Master's Hands could have created such a perpetual
and majestic sight as mankind gazes and ponder her spiritual
plight.

She's illumninated with the magnificent colors of the Heavenly 
Rainbow. She's as soft as the purity of the passing ivory clouds.
Her sweet fragrance can only be given by God, Himself.  She is
adorned with the tapestries of all that breathe the sweet 
breath of life.

Beautiful butterfly, butterfly, that soars throughout my life.  Oh do
teach me how to soar to such high, perhaps, then I will know the true
essence and the purpose of my life. O precious butterfly, butterfly, thank you 
for teaching me and embracing me and knowing my why. Mankind mankind do know this 
to be such a simple, but profound truth. Love the beauty of this butterfly, because she knows
my reason why. Butterfly, butterfly! Never cease to fly, for you are the reason why.

Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2010

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TRACEY JANE, THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY

You remind me of this radiant and marvellous butterfly
    She darts across the cystal blue sky as the gentle
breezes carry her so gracefully high.

   No one knows or understands why she is as she be
filled with a profound rhymic movement as if she
is orchestrating this Heavenly Symphony

  From larva, to cocoon did she emerge. Only the touch of
The Master's Hands could have created such a perpetual
and majestic sight as mankind gazes and ponder her spiritual
plight.

She's illumninated with the magnificent colors of the Heavenly 
Rainbow. She's as soft as the purity of the passing ivory clouds.
Her sweet fragrance can only be given by God, Himself.  She is
adorned with the tapestries of all that breathe the sweet 
breath of life.

Beautiful butterfly, butterfly, that soars throughout my life.  Oh do
teach me how to soar to such high, perhaps, then I will know the true
essence and the purpose of my life. O precious butterfly, butterfly, thank you 
for teaching me and embracing me and knowing my why. Mankind mankind do know this 
to be such a simple, but profound truth. Love the beauty of this butterfly, because she knows
my reason why. Butterfly, butterfly! Never cease to fly, for you are the reason why.

Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2010

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Butterfly Sonnet

Spread your wings,
Then fly away,
You're more loved,
Day after day.
You're so beautiful,
But you're also strong,
If you're caught,
It's not for that long.
You're very brave,
Even when you're afraid,
Your passionate soul,
Will never be able to fade.
So go ahead and fly,
Leave without a goodbye.

Copyright © Zach Wilkinson | Year Posted 2012

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Flannelette

 Flannelette 
After Brexit, killings, and France losing -I will not giggle, it is 
good to write something that is of little consequence. 
The sun shines hot and makes the village white and brilliant, 
rustic is a right word, but I`m stuck indoors my old skin does 
no longer tolerate the sun I study it from the inside looking 
out indoors and wish it would be overcast enough for a walk.
I sold my motorbike regret it now it was sold after pressure 
from those who think they mean well…They don`t 
I was caught in a weak moment when recuperating after illness 
so I will cross them and buy an electric bike 

It is quite hilly where I live, a bike will give a feeling of helping 
the environment. I looked at an old Mercedes this morning
before the sun got too muscular, luckily it was too expensive, 
but I will buy that bike when it gets cooler.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016