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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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Haiku 57 about the rose

wings flutter on a moist petal rose nectar

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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The Brilliant Spring

Crazy wind whispers 
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough

The breeze is cool 
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere is hue
Because it is warm with you

Blue hills and green plains
My room at sixes and sevens
Red bellied wood peckers drumming
Rhythm in feet nimble
Your twinkling eyes with dimple

Our roads are tremendously red
Ashok Palash and Gulmohar
They call it flame-of-the-forest
Love in red supreme
With you in extravagant dream

Books in eloquently colorful blurb
Beauty steps in every curve
Invitation in every nerve
The spring below and spring above
Your healing love 

Goes away alas the days
Of dance in soul in warm sun rays
Goes away your ocean gaze
Life in a twilight haze
Your beautiful craze

Ah if I could have turned the clock
Holding your hand in a Gulmohar walk
Only our hands and feet would talk
Around the clock  arm in arm
In your beauty and charm

Alas that is not to be a thing
Our time is as short as the spring

March 18, 2016
Butea Monosperma or Palash is a species of Butea native to tropical and sub-tropical parts of India and Asia.
Saraca asoca ( the ashoka tree, literally ‘sorrowless’), belongs to the Caesalpinioideae subfamily  of legume family, of Indian sub continent.
Gulmohar  or Delonix Regia, grown in many tropical parts of the world, called FLAMBOYANT in English, is a striking sight for its vivid red/vermilion/orange/yellow flowers and bright green foliage...Wikipedia

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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Beautiful Springtime -The Trolaan Style

~Beautiful Springtime~

Beautiful first spring day
Bountiful sun then may rain
Be happy spring comes after winter gray
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


~Authors Notes:

The "Trolaan" is a poetry style created by Valerie Peterson Brown.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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S - P - R - I - N - G Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired, his grip weakening, he breathes his last. The frowning skies finally crumble fast revealing downy blue clouds that waltz The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall touching, caressing but melting adagio the white icy coats among branches... The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves then upon naked arms of trees curls the color green trembling with symptoms of spring. Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums. Evergreen trees duet as they whistle to calm tunes of nippy breeze. All around a choir blushing fountain hues of brown, red, pink and yellow. Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost now stands. They burst with grins and jolts-- like squirrels bouncing up and down. Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by! Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps-- running dry with the heat rising slow on air. It stirs sweet liquid pearls to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells. Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar... Lured, they dance on merry-go-round in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine. Coats and boots all pack and rolled away, chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair as little children prance to do some plays. _____________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015 Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest Name: Seasons Placed 1st ©O.E. Guillermo 06:49 pm, January 01, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Springing Sea of Green

I love it when Spring finally comes The buds showing their little sprouts Yes indeed from this seasons of four I'm awake many sleeping plants shout I love it when I walk through the parks When these buds turn to a sea of green Forgotten are the plants being so stark This birthing season just has to be seen I love it when I sit on the park benches When the breeze caresses Sakura trees The airs scented by their pinky blossoms Mother nature and man in total agree When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for I love it when Spring finally comes

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Growing With Love Always

Spring menu of snowdrops, daffodils, dandelion, crocus and anemones
Each color blossoms the beauty swaying inside a breeze dancing thoughts

The image of spring changed colors roaring never thought my heart might burst
Within waves blowing kisses warmly touching the chambers endless bliss

The moment the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies feels magical
Your footprints on deep sands fluttering wings of an angel beaming sunshine

Under the wing of an angel you will find safety, happiness and beauty
held within a gasping breath your love true and complete beautiful

Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen  

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful Spring Morning

Inhaling air on

a beautiful spring morning


written 5--9-11

Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011

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So Many

~So Many~ (Kyrielle) Many flowers during spring bloom Sky so blue nowhere there's a boom Pretty things to see when go out So many things to write about Ponder and start thinking of You Of all nice things for me You do Your holy name I praise and shout So many things to write about Life can be very hard at times Nothing we do sometimes goes fine But You're here there's of that no doubt So many things to write about. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2013 February.05.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Enticing romance

Springtime, yellow daffodils nodding  gaily
Tulips open like poppies in the sunshine
Plush grass sprouting creating luscious cover
Enticing romance

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2015

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Azaleas with their vibrant jewelled colours mingle with
Begonias to bring beauty to my garden borders.
Calendula or Marigolds in glorious gold dazzle me like spring sunshine. 
Daffodils dance delightfully on a zephyr breeze whilst 
Exochorda macrantha is like a spring bride dressed in white pearls.
Forsythia with bright yellow blossom is such a sunny spring shrub
Gentiana is the queen of the alpines with its blue star like blooms. 
Hyacinths with their heady scent are stunning when placed with
Irises in lovely lilac shades and grown in the same container.
Jonquil blooms are beautiful with many flowers on one stem.
Koreanspice viburnum provides colour and scent with their fragrant flowers.
Lily of the valley is sweetly scented but be wary as it is poisonous.
Magnolia’s magnificent flowers remind me of pink stars in the daytime. 
Nemisia gives out superb scent and a splash of colour.
Oxlips look like large cowslips but with yellow primula flowers
Pansies remind me of smiling faces and brighten my pots
Quince trees produce pretty pink flowers in late spring  
Rhododendrons provide a riot of springtime colour 
Scillia or bluebells are abundant in April and May 
Trillium thrive in a shady spot in your garden 
Ulex or gorse gives a golden glow in the hedgerows
Violets have tiny flowers that can be sugared for pretty decorations.
Wallflowers grow anywhere in our gardens … not just by walls!!!
Xeranthemum or immortal flowers are related to sunflowers.
Yarrow has a lovely scent and can be used for medicinal purposes.
Zephyranthes robusta or rain lilies thrive in spring showers.

Spring Abecadarian Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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The Butterflies Dance - The Whitney Style

~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
May.24.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style, that was created by Betty Ann Whitney.The "Whitney" is also known as an American Asian Poem.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Springtime Once Again - LaCharta Style

~Springtime Once Again~

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


~Author's Notes:

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

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Winter to Spring

   He shivers as he steps on the porch,
The sharp icy air gives a certain scorch.
   As he steps out from the arbors protection,
out to where there is no affection.
   A month or so later,
 the boy feels oh so much greater.
  The sun shining down,
where there is no such thing as a frown.
   But now there is a long process to get from season to season,
and you get tired of Winter's cold and sharp treason.
   So as we walk through the steps, enjoy the end of Winter's blast,
just as you did when it began and you said "At last!"
   As Winter comes joy fills the world,
as snowballs get thrown and hurled.
   The cheer, the bliss begins with a snow,
however you come to remember and know,
 that Winter lugs on and on until Spring.
   Though not very easy,
we must try to enjoy the breezy and sneezy.
   So as the snow melts into the dirt underneath,
people will put away festive décor, trees, and a wreath.
   People then change from heavy bundles of clothes,
and on to short sleeves is where the style arose.
   The used-to-be snowflakes turn now to dandelion seeds,
flying to and fro, and landing where it needs.
   A pleasing fragrant of Honeysuckle, Jasmine,
awhile bumble bees come flying, trying to get in.
   Low and behold Spring is in,
while once a year it begins again.

Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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Spring Morning

Slowly the light comes into my eyes.
The morning is here and that's no surprise.

Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through.
An open curtain from across my bedroom.

My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry.
Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye.

The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed.
Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head.

I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay.
The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way.

The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air.
Who could it be making hot coffee out there?

A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me.
Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.

Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013

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The Petal

The petal has floated into a new vast world
The wind of harmony uplifts the petal
The petal is drifting with serendipity 
The petal is in love

Bliss is all I see, floating on winds that freed me
Dancing with others in a swooning flurry
How long will nirvana last without my tree
Time, please do not hurry 

Pity the perennial
They are isolated from winds of passion
Never taking a chance, never will they see unknown beauty 
Why are they watching us while we explore all of mother nature's creation

Fading, the sun relinquishes my mortal soul
Withering away, the earth is reaping me
Crumbling, winds spread my ashes into the sunset
I am ready, sweet death

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2014

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Two Views on Spring

Eternal Spring

O Peaceful trees
Permit the bees
To raid your flowers
As they please
And let the breeze
Play with your leaves
Before they meet 
Old winter’s freeze
And waft your fragrance
And strew your petals in my hair
For spring will bring it all
And let you 
Squander it again.

As Seasons Go

Dormant in the ground
Stick- like to my view 
And yet in spring
Yourself will you renew
And leaves and fruit abound
Rejoicing in the dew
And verdant will your vines 
Bring forth
The possibility
Of nectar sweet your winter wines
Will bring me ecstacy.
Return to dormancy 
Content I’ll be
To let you mark the seasons
For eternity
And me.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014

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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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Temperature Rising

At any moment spring might arrive
Be prepared with a light jacket in hand
Can you feel the cold wind running away?
Dance with me as the meadows turn green
Enjoy the sounds of streams as they thaw
Feel the warmth of the sun on your face
Great days are about to begin
Happiness returns with the singing of the birds.

I love how the coming of spring makes me feel
Jumping up out of bed anxious to greet a new day
Kissing your eyelids to wake you up
Let's go for a walk
Maybe we will even see a glimpse of summer today!
Now is the very best time to greet the day

On days like this 
People seem so much happier
Quietly taking in the moment
Rising just that little bit earlier
So that they can enjoy nature coming back to life
Trading winter clothing for optimistic shorts 
Underestimating winter's resilience
Variable temperature seem the order of the day
Wise people keep warm clothing close at hand
X X X OOO, I see there is a better way to keep warm!
Yes this is the time of year for lovers
Zero degrees and the temperature is rising!

For Shadow's Abecedarian contest.
February 13, 2015.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful Springtime - Trolaan

 ~Beautiful Springtime~

 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


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

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Dreaming Of Spring

Dreaming Of Spring

Myth is the breath of memory
Fables of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see

Here in the garden’s  treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Myth is the breath of memory

Colors  to spark a rainbow’s envy 
Every meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see

Flowers  dancing in reverie
Bluebirds and butterflies on the wing 
Myth is the breath of memory

Spring is  transforming dormancy
Now as days  are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see

Painting  a picture of harmony
At last a result for all our dreaming
Myth is the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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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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STARS IN SPRING Frost-fire grasses chorus on snow-white weather weeping slowly, kisses of sunbeams. . . happy, star-struck dewdrops, tumble on cherry blossoms beauty in springtime! ______________________________________ ****Sponsor Craig Cornish Contest Name Sapphic Stanza Number Three 2nd place OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO 11:16 pm, March 13, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Just Beautiful

~Just Beautiful~ (Double Cinquain ) Spring's here Again sunshine Bees hover and birds sing Flowers, butt'rflies dance in the sun Outside Hear the Sounds of children Playing and flying kites Lady Spring sings happy her song Today. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Vs Summer


~Spring versus Summer~ (Rhyme) Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving And for me that really matter Because the days are getting hotter I love spring but mostly I love fall That's when I really have a ball That's when the days are just kinder By reminding me when days are just better! I hate to see spring go, And for summer to my door just to show, I don't like to feel all the heat, Because that's when my body takes the beat I prefer much better the cold weather But I like it more when we are together, Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow, Spring is about to exit and take her bow Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving It makes me sad to see spring go And for summer to my door just to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2007 January.31.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad | |

Spring Breeze

The trees are awaken by the soft blowing spring breeze, they are stretching their branches out as to welcome us back, the birds gently land as they start to serenade them with their beautiful songs.

The Spring Breeze blows gently as we step walk in natures bliss, we too are stretching our arms to take a deep cleansing breath, we have been hibernating deep in our cocoons that kept us warm and snug, now we must unfold ourselves and let our beauty be seen, as like a butterfly we too must take flight.

The ducks, seagulls, fly overhead, sharing their stories as we listen to them squawk, flying in unison in a flying V. Wherever are their journey has taken them, only they know. 

The Spring Breeze blows harder this time, I know this is my sign, that summer is coming, and the clear blue skies will paint its own tapestry for us to enjoy, all together again, in Minnesota style with smiles, laughter, and natures special way.

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

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The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.

Copyright © Frances Roberts | Year Posted 2013