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I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky

Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share

Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
A shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms

Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time

With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!

Dedicated to *My Babe*

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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The Late Blooming Iris

Lately I have paused, pondering death
But I'm not fit for it's journey yet.

It's not that I loathe meeting death's kind
It will be, for me, an experience of a lifetime.

I've had one stupendous, lovely, awesome gift
A second chance at life I could not resist.

So tell me this... who's thinking of dying?
I am the rainbow. Rain falls, next, I'm smiling.

Lately I have paused, pondering death
But it's out of my hands, my stem's length and breath.

All I have been, isn't all that I am
I've taken a stand to let The Source guide my hands.

I can claim to be a calico, carved by nine lives
Again, and again, I rise with clearer eyes.

I'd assume any form my Maker shapes me to use
Would I be excused, if in your haven I refuse?

I am a flower, even in winter
Even in winter, I am a flower.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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Butterflies of Saturn

Here are butterflies that skip 
Dull steps of metamorphosis
No isolation in coocoons
No gorging grubs like fat balloons
 Pure genesis on snow kissed  flowers
Comes with no imperiled hours
Their slow, eternal life begun
Beneath a pink pearlescent sun
Reflecting tints from rainbows born
With pastel lights of endless dawn 
Transcend through fabled time and myth
To form the rings of Saturn's mist.

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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- When The Demons Blossom -

My thoughts whirring
When life freezes the blood

Actions that burn in hell
A fire that burns forever

Terror -  their empire of hate
Fearless, they control our destiny

Terrible destruction done by weak and miserable people
They mark their strength as animals, with deposition of urine

"Hell on Earth" these demons will inflict upon mankind
Of human destruction and evil, woe and shame

How likely we can find "The Earth's Paradise"
I look far around, but not close

We want to live in butterfly harmony
From wing to wing - of their joy and dance

29 - 05 - 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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Butterfly Wings

Like butterfly wings so fragile and soft 'neath my fingertips.
So featherlike are his kisses upon my waiting ruby lips.

The playful flutter of his fingers that dance upon my skin.
Such sweet pleasures it brings like a sensuous forbidden sin.

His loving embrace so tender like the wings of a beautiful butterfly.
His words soft and heartfelt their beauty brings a tear to my eye.

Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017

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''Flying Gems''

I am standing in my garden amongst the beautiful flowers, when a kaleidoscope of butterflies comes silently drifting. Past my lovely primrose rockery, so bright and brilliant, they find a purple cornflower by the fence just blooming. All the colorful butterflies stop to kiss painted daisy, then glide to the red bleeding hearts that are drooping. They settle for a rest on the white campanula trumpets, and give a gentle touch to the columbine just growing. The blue larkspur called them over it seems to me, so those tiny gems prance on over with joyful dancing. Between yarrow, sage and yellow tick seed in bloom, they spot purple echinacea and just came a flying. The kaleidoscope of whirling wings is perfectly still, then the parade of butterflies leave on wings fluttering. But first- stop for a quick sip from my water fountain, and then gone the colorful kaleidoscope of gems gliding. _________________________ May 8, 2016 Couplet For the contest, A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies, sponsor, Julia Ward Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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My Butterfly

My Butterfly

Furry little caterpillar in
your coat of black and brown

It's so very hard to tell
if you are up or down

From your lofty branch
you fall onto a leaf below

Only to decide again 
that's not the way to go

you are so steadfast 
in your flight

I have such sympathy 
for your plight

As you inch about to and fro
I wonder why I love you so

Then as the miracle
of life's performed

With golden wings 
you are transformed

Your former self left stiffly dried,
no more a furry coat inside

Now as you glide on currents high
I need not wonder ,why I sigh...

Tis you I love, my Butterfly!

Author Mary Thompson

Copyright © Mary Thompson | Year Posted 2013

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As my butterfly emerges from it's cocoon.
I whisper a secret in this hot house room.

Spread your wings my little friend.
I want you to help someone mend.

Take a message across the Irish Sea.
To the Isle of Man, if you please.

Land on the shoulder of my friend Jan.
Tell her it's good she is so calm.

If the face of undeserved favouritism.
She has risen above giving criticism.

To those who desreve to be ashamed.
When my friend Jan was not to blame.

Thank you butterfly and thank you Jan.
Remember you have the love of a decent man.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

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The Black Cat and The Butterfly

The little black cat with eyes of olive green,
Her fur like a shadow with a sunshine sheen,

A flutter of his orange wings carries that monarch in the breeze,
As he mimics an autumn leaf floating around with great ease,

He feels right at home in a cloudless sky of baby blue,
The endless joys the two share together can never subdue,

Gladly that butterfly comes every afternoon just to say hello,
As she becomes lost amongst the lavender and daffodil yellow,

Her pink nose gently sniffing the bud of the white rose,
As our curiosity and need to explore in nature only grows,

Blooms are nevermore gorgeous as in the warm month of May,
All the troubles in our worlds are now distant memories today,

We have have been friends forever, and I'm really not sure why,
I'm just happy to have the sunshine and that little butterfly,

All of a sudden the orange monarch lands down on her paw,
And her bright green eyes open and widen with pure awe,

The butterfly teases her, he knows how to enchant,
She jumps up and tries to fly like him, but she can't,

As the monarch chases the sunset with the fading day,
The little black cat cries and wishes for him to stay.

For my friend Gregory Curry, aka Nature Boy... Your poetry and your presence are missed here already... Hope you come back soon :)

Also inspired by Eve's recent contest, not an entry.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

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Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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Butterfly Wishes

Today a butterfly
fluttered through the sky.

Swooping, drawing near,
floating close enough to hear,

the wish whispered softly,
through teardrops a little salty.

It landed on the little nose
and heard the giggle as it goes.

To the heavens it soared up high,
releasing the wish on a little sigh.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015

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Leopard to Hunter


Hello please do come right in
Did you say that you fancied my skin?

My coat of fur is not for your use 
Cats like me have suffered enough abuse

If the creator had felt you required my skin 
I'd be sitting where you are, and you'd invite ME in! 


Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014

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When I espy you in the morning light You truly are such a delightful sight Your jeweled wings catch my eye As you dance in the cerulean sky Alighting to sip nectar from summer flowers I could watch your beauty for many hours I’m mesmerised by your colourful wings Such joy a beautiful butterfly brings To a .. contest sponsored by David Lindsay 07~14~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Just A Simple Wallflower

Just A Simple Wallflower

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see me hanging, now you just can call me singing not in grim?

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Now I may be singing a happy song for I may be real slim,

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see my happy smiling eyes, they may be singing words of time,

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see my beautiful wings, sitting to the beauty of wall clinging mighty trim,

Now I'm telling you! I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb.

Written: Aug. 27, 2015
Theresa Marie

Copyright © Theresa CW | Year Posted 2015

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It is time to wake up and be truthful to ourselves.
We are just a dream lacking butterfly wings.

It times to strive for more.
The floor has no ceiling.

Our dynasty will form.
Our destiny is ours.

The monarch must rule.
We are the colors that soar.

We are North America.
We are the people that were discovered.

This is our time to thrive.
We have survive through atrocities.

We reside in our given places.
We are the faces of tribes.

Those that hate us are not within this world.
We are of a greater determination and of God.

The spirits of our people are our sacred grounds.
To thread across, is uncouth and unsound.

We will stand up for our rights.
We will fight for our way of life.

We are the voices of Chiefs.
We are the Tribes.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Butterfly Wing Man

Butterfly Wing Man

OH …. would I……could I……should I…..????
Write about the butterfly…….and why?

Awakens from his past ---full fledged
while beneath I stand ---still pledged

To hold my ground – on sacred soil
watch his translucent wings uncoil

 A gentle breeze his birth ….. updraft 
first touch of joy ‘neath fragile craft

Duty bound in ancestry
I envy him his being free

Watch him praise the rising sun
bathe in the heat that I must shun

Nestled in his petaled bed
I see him slowly dip his head

Promises to nature kept
tears for those who never wept

Wings that change the course of time
Wings – that sadly – are not mine.


submitted to – Write About Butterflies – Poetry contest
sponsor – SKAT A

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Is A very Beautiful Season - The Rhyming Couplet style

 o~Spring Is A Very Beautiful Season~o
(Rhyming Couplet)

Springs a beautiful time of the year
We can hear birds and enjoy flowers near

During this time the trees are born again
Spring showers feeds the plants and wheat grain

Skies are true blue and night stars are clear
In the mountains we see bears and the deer

More folks take a walk to the park and pier
Lovely time when tulips roses and orchids appear

Folks have more fun in the parks and the street
Sights sounds and smells around us are so sweet

Colorful butterflies flutter atop flowerbed
Sun shines more and summers a step ahead.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Forty Times Forty

For you, no evanescent love, it'll bud and bloom
Favored plethora by light of many moons

Oh yes, I'll revel in rhapsodic voice of yours
Old cupid will be thrilled; felicity seals this love of ours

With dulcet memories we colored on pages of time
In early light of those, our yesteryear, for love wasn't blind  

Radiant rainbow following rain will blush and steer
Recall you've caused my sapphire eyes to twinkle like stars

Tell it in song; arm in arm with Iris, you'll browse idyllic grounds
Together by Eden clear waters, a chrysalis becomes butterfly by your wand

Yes, we'll pledge there, never ever to part
You'll be my talisman, aligned forty times forty years with my heart.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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A Morning View

A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
Where leaves
levitate and birds
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
His never-ending
silence to end
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
How this mean, a
life less of
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
A world, an
embarrassment of
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.

Shahid Hussain

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013

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Scarey Poem

let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed

a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats

I'm running out of ideas I think
Something is bad, it's a terrible stink

Have you heard the one, about the sparrow
He let loose excrement, on the Pharaoh

Oh what a horror, the bird felt so bad
The Pharoah in anger, yelled out egad

Archers at the ready, shot the bird down
Pharoah bit of wings, wore them on his gown

He fed the birdie to his own black cat
The cat so happy it meowed where it sat

Mummys and bats they make me want to scream
Most of the horrors come from my own dreams

Dancing disjointed, what do I have to loss
Bones I crunched, I removed with dental floss

Let's finish with a flurry, a mad dash
A horrible fungus, a scabby rash

Worst poem Contest

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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madam butterfly -  so adorned in sinful array,
even oz’s ruby red or classic silver slipper.

their symmetry caught on leaves,
doppelgänger wings of spring.

in natural habitat, millions of colors -
fly, dance, mesmerize, delight the eyes.

little jewel-tone airplanes glide –  a few spoken for:
in azure blue, aztec yellow, polkadots on orange.

the entire kaleidoscope of serendipitous hue,
could collectively land on one singular pair.

whether reigning small or monarch, they lift
our soul, spasm our heart - with shoulder taps,

appear luminescent in the sun, like a cathedral window,
adorned with memories of all lives heaven bound.

4th Place
A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016

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The butterfly's Lovers

A little butterfly came out of its cocoon
Looking at it, the whole world did swoon

Yet, the little butterfly was in unease
Why did the world stare at it, as if it had some disease

It sought to look at itself in a mirror, but could not
It sought to look at itself in a river water, but could not

At last, it met another butterfly, who would only look at it
And said, hey, to the world, you are a good treat

See you how you glisten, see you how you glitter
I am sure, the whole world has become your lover

The little butterfly thought its new friend was a liar
But, then, it listened to the wind and heard talking to it, the meadow flower

Do you not know, said the flower in all honesty
Do you not know, that a butterfly sees not its beauty!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2015

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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

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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"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."

~out drifting on a wind- swept night, she hears air of  clouds speak
of rafting whispers from the light, to let a blue angel seek    * *
a pathway through the marsh shade, where satins of evening flow
past crushed green and frosted jade, a world enrapturing glow,
a world not quite in between, where neither she nor he has sailed
an old psalm , a holy scene, a place where every tear is nailed,
and far out past the veil-stained trail, there is a dream waiting for her
like an enchanting necklace on sail, a reverie drifting on sea so fair~

she smells bird song’s grace, captivating in it’s solitude   *
*another time another place, where even dreams gently intrude,
a place where silence breathes a voice,entrancing the heart of a man
another hope, another choice, another contemplative charm,      *     *
along a road a tree sways, chanting to each passing ear
the words she touches but cannot see, the words erasing the fear,
and though there’s still a strain, that somehow just won’t go away   *
fascinating thoughts affirm that faith grows stronger by the day~ ~

~they sit there talking side by side, so many tunes in their rhyme
no place for anything to hide, transparent is the hood of time,
his voice cuddling traces of before, a sacred place of long ago      *
another sanctum, another key, a space that they still have to know,
and as they hum of when and where, a voice calls softly from behind
like delightful  music of the breeze, that feels so heavenly designed,
* then suddenly the night drips gold, as the necklace floats into sea
and just before he leaves, he tells that all their dreams would come to be. ~ ~

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For Constance: Daydreams, dreams and dreams Contest
From: nette onclaud
10 Jul 11

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011

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Butterfly Beginnings

The butterfly flutters by begin, begin
as in true in nature love springs.

Ageless amazing nerves sing,
bowed tension on cello string.

Eyes which will not let go, 
Father of Fire was bound, just so.

Bound was man by the gift of flame
for love brings man both joy and pain.

Butterflies flutter within the begin
ageless amazing nerves sing,

Bowed tension on cello string
a trail of kisses flowing, sting.

Dry tinder burning in Earth bound glory
love to Eye tells a comet’s trailing story.

Love begins on butterflies wings
with the bowed tension of a cello's string.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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what monster are you that hides the moon what shade of darkness you consume glimmering wings of gruesome beast in search of your celestial feast flying high in evening sky I sit and quiver as you go by shimmering jade from lunar shadow candles burning opalescent glow flickering light circling nearer whispered flight becoming clearer alight you not on my spread fingers the pounding of my heart yet lingers but see you now as what you are you're not the beast that hides the stars you rest upon my hand so gentle lustrous green like yuletide tinsel softly brushing against my skin with breathy kisses my soul you win scorned are you by royal kin the weeping darkness hides your sin with who you are unsatisfied but your lonely secret I will hide while I wait for you a tear I'll cry as you flutter by my sweet butterfly

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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Butterfly Dance

In his arms I lay,
watching a butterfly at play.

It danced gracefully in the summer breeze,
fluttering through the flowers and trees.

With translucent wings dipped in gold,
it floated closer, quite bold.

I raised my hand for it to light upon,
it barely landed and then was gone.

Fluttering back through the flowers and trees,
dancing in the warm summer breeze.

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2016

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Springs A Very Beautiful Season - The Couplet Style

o~Spring Is A Very Beautiful Season~o
(Rhyming Couplet)

Spring is a beautiful time of the year
We can hear birds and enjoy flowers near

During this time the trees are born again
Spring showers feeds the plants and wheat grain

Skies are true blue and night stars are clear
In the mountains we see bears and the deer

More folks take a walk to the park and pier
Lovely time when tulips roses and orchids appear

Folks have more fun in the parks and the street
Sights sounds and smells around us are so sweet

Colorful butterflies flutter atop flowerbed
Sun shines more and summer is just a step ahead.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

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The Butterfly Jinn

One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.

For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.

And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.

Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.

The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.

Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.

**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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The words I need to say out loud
Are not those you want to hear.
They may be the cause of some upset 
To you I’m afraid, my dear.

You see I’m not the person
You thought was, I confess
And now that the truth is out
You’re going to be in some distress.

I have lived a lie these many years
It’s been a burden and a curse.
Instead of getting better with time
It has only grown worse and worse.

I cannot deny what I feel anymore:
I cannot live this life of pretence.
I wish I could say something meaningful
That would make any difference.

The truth, though, is unavoidable
And as painful as it may be
It’s time to tell you the absolute truth
About the real, hidden me.

You see before you a successful man
Your partner in love, no less
You think I love you unreservedly
And that you bring me happiness.

That is true, to a certain extent
My dear, beloved wife.
What you don’t know, have never suspected,
Is my secret other life.

The life where I am the woman 
That resides in my DNA
The woman that only emerges 
When you are away.

I try on some of your clothing:
Your underwear, skirts and shoes.
I experiment with your cosmetics as well
Though I’m careful with how much I use.

I like to parade down the High Street 
Dressed as my alter-ego, Claire.
I like it when passers-by look at me
And I love it when other men stare.

I feel so alive, so sexy
Dressed so provocatively
Now this is the way I want to live
This is how I was meant to be.

I’m sorry to drop this on you
You deserve better, that’s for sure
But I just cannot go on living
This uncomfortable lie anymore.

I am going to have the operation
That will free the woman in me
Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis
You will see the real me break free.


Copyright © Andy Morfett | Year Posted 2016