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I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.

I have felt this graceful creature 
flutter faintly deep inside;
then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly 
to show its colors multiplied
and wing its way through azure skies.

The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
the throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
no more its wings will tightly furl,
but lightly spread upon the breeze 
their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
and, then, my soul will leave this world.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014




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Sometimes when I find myself adrift 
I transform into a dancing butterfly 
Escaping with imaginations and wanders off into Wonderland  
It's a world only I can glimpse and explore the hidden emotions of my being 

I am the dancing Butterfly

I don't need the world's recognition 
I just wanna be me... the dancing Butterfly 
Light on my wings I fly
Soaring free
Fragile to the strong wind 
Yet fluttering high
Gliding with ease of my own time

When I'm ready
With passion and gladness my ink will flow rhythmically onto this page 
Unveiling the closed curtain so I may fly
freely in the real world 
Rather than displaying a dramatic show 

I am the dancing Butterfly 

I don't need the world's recognition 
I just wanna be me... the dancing Butterfly 
Light on my wings I fly
Soaring free
Fragile to the strong wind 
Yet fluttering high
Gliding with ease of my own time

I am the dancing Butterfly

              Smile
Akkina Rosario Downing
             11-8-17

Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017

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FLY FREE AND HIGH: BUTTERFLY


The 
  BUTTERFLY 
    Flutters
       By

       A flying      rainbow  in light blue sky
        Coloring   more  a garden as it flies
          To each blooms, 
               it dances and pries
            Fly free,
                    Fly high Butterfly!

            My heart releases a deep sigh
                 As the butterfly 
                      flutters
                         by
         Children catch it with so many tries
            But so sweet,  pretty butterfly lands on my thigh
                      Fly free! Fly high, butterfly!

                       Once a shy caterpillar
                       hugging one leaf stem
           Shielding its body from the snowy tent
    Spring May comes and wind hums a warm lullaby
           Little by little its cocoon shreds away
               Revealing a transformed beauty,
                       No one can deny!
              The butterfly flutters by and by
                      Soaring into the sun!
                 Fly free! Fly high, butterfly!

                                 The 
                            BUTTERFLY
                          flutters 
                        by
                    Keeping world's treasures 
               and reasons why
          Awesome loveliness you freely display
        But it's pity
          Your life short to enjoy and play
             SPREAD YOUR  WINGS 
                  on FULLEST THRIVE
                        FLY  FREE! 
                          FLY  HIGH,
                                BUTTERFLY!
                             Before, you kiss 
                          the world Goodbye.



Note: From my readings, butterflies lifespan depends on these: habitat, climate, gender and their specie type.Average lifespan is a month.One day for the garden butterflies. Monarch butterflies and Heliconians for 9  months. Spring butterflies 9-11months. Male lives shorter than females.

12:27am
May 25, 2014

Life flutters by thus, everyone must push be brave to give all things a best try consequences are whirlwind of uncertainties but the thing is we give it a try our heart and soul pouring life never let it run dry If no money, medals or honor it is alright and always fine to our dearest God - divine these will not slip on thine spirits ripe, aims to deeper shine more precious than anything in mine
June 02, 2014 Contest: The Butterfly Flutters by Sponsor: Kelly Deschler 2nd place, to God the greatest glory.. :)

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014




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She lay upon her bed of pain;
the chrysalis grew dull and gray;
the colors which we knew as her
were fading fast, so fast, away;
but, underneath the fragile clay,
we saw new colors burning through
of soul triumphant in its flight
approaching Glory's avenue.
It seemed we heard her spirit groan,
her frail flesh tremble beneath the weight
of wings fast-pulsing with new life
and yearning for the Infinite.

She's free! Her dewy wings soft-dried
by hovering angel's gentle breath
have lifted once, now twice they stir
and find the air: can this be death?

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow,
And busy ants scurry by.

A butterfly with rainbow color
Runs wildly as a vine - 
Passing o're the flowers
In paths of strange designs.

The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending;
And summer dawns again.

Copyright © Patrick Carpen | Year Posted 2015

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Maybe you’re going to die too soon
Or maybe you might go insane
Life can throw you a typhoon
and no one is driving this train

Wanted to leave a good footprint
Maybe you’ll just leave a stain
Feel like you'll float like a butterfly
Or maybe you’re just in pain

It might get you off with a light touch
Or you might need a big hard push
To get into the sky like a butterfly
And maybe you’ll get a good rush

Looking for the pie in the big sky
Maybe you took too much
Falling from a ride down a big slide
So maybe you’re a little out of touch

Maybe if you tried to go too soon
It is harder the longer you wait
Bet your going to try, I see it in your eye
How nervous you are when your late

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2015

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      COCOON
I do appreciate that you are here
but one day soon I know you'll disappear
into the mist
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me
but nothing's really what it seems to be,
it's just a dream
that flies on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do
and you can feel it, when I think of you
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

White light.
All my life a bright light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I will go on my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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What, No Butterflies? Come walk with me in morning When life is fresh and new, When sunlight gilds the waking trees, And grass brings forth the dew. Accompany me at noontide When the world is plainest seen, And colors catch and hold the light For ransom 'til the e'en. Come and stroll in afternoon When shadows stretch and creep, And send the creatures of the day Homeward for to sleep. Be with me at eventide When streetlamps flicker on, When night and day walk hand in hand And bells play evensong. Come walk with me at midnight dark; We'll brave the witching hour. Together, we will not know fear, Wrapt in love's sweet power.
03/Apr/2015

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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    LAME BUTTERFLY
I look through the dark where the rockets are soaring,
and go through another bleak Fourth of July,
remembering summer and when it was raining.
Forgetting you is a lame butterfly.

I do not feel cold, nor a warm wind, if blowing, 
I've emptied my mind of our seasonal high;
flamingos are dancing sky rockets are bursting,
If I could forget, I'd never know why.

I look to the heavens where your face is smiling,
ten thousands of sparklers have lighted the sky,
I feel your percussion. You go on forever.
Forgetting you is to make love a lie.

The more I forget you the more I remember
sweet smelling of rain on our Fourth of July.
There's got to be somewhere we won't be forbidden
Forgetting you. It's a lame butterfly.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Butterfly wings

you sit and wait for the sunrise
painting pictures on the walls of your wounded heart
sitting by the window writing words on the frosted pane
hoping that they'd come to life and wash your failures away

you sit and wait for the firelight
sad thoughts dancing like the shadows of a flame
sitting by the bedside knees to the ground
throwing prays down your wishing well

you fly on butterfly wings
looking over mountain tops
for that everlasting love

Copyright © Andrew Resital | Year Posted 2015

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I could have all the stars sing for you
Even the winds would pause and listen
 The angels would hum along
Little babies would giggle at such a blissful sight
Yet you still would not sleep
For who would miss such an enchanted lullaby?

I could tell the rain to dance for you
Dance at the rhythm of its own fall
Splashing little sparkles of diamond in the moonlight
Teasing the moon to bring about a rainbow
Yet you would giggle to yourself and not sleep yet
For you find it not sweet to miss such a splendor of nature.

Or I could just sit and read to you about Georgie Porgie
Who found the girls playing and kissed them all
But we both know such a story is not exactly a bed time story
For you would rather stay up all night
And make your own bedtime story

So I will just sit here, look at you, and smile
Smile away all your sorrows and sooth your withered heart
But not a poem shall I tell
For all I will ever say is GOOD NIGHT

Copyright © Maurice Lamony | Year Posted 2016

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      COCOON
I do appreciate you being here
but you should know I'll slowly disappear
into the mist
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me
but nothing's really what it seems to be,
it's just a dream
that flies on butterfly wings.

---chorus----
White light.
Never ending bright light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.

-----v3
It's not that I don't care, you know I do
and you can feel it, when I think of you
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

----repeat chorus
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Anacreontic Verse Busy buzzing bees and beautiful butterflies sip nectar from pretty flowers in my garden. Colourful pansies, scented sweet peas, pink begonias and red carnations brighten the borders. I sit in the sun enjoying the warmth and beauty that surrounds me. Summertime - I just adore this season of the year albeit only for the few warm sunny rain free days that we get on my tiny isle in the UK! Anacreontic Verse 4 Contest Sponsored by Edward Ebbs 07~22~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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                                                         Butterflies 


I sent her an email with butterflies attached, I was hoping she'd open it, her heart would I snatch. 
It was ten past four when she read it-after quite a very long day. 
They flew out at once with one click of that mouse, 
So many included they filled her whole house. 
Next, I decided to send her- a very large enveloped batched- 
with seeds from deep in my garden-where lies all the weeds and piles of thatch. 
She went to her mailbox and saw it was from me, 
a smile she flashed, just as quick as could be. 
She hurriedly ripped it open 
to see just what was inside, she spilled out all of its contents 
she poured it out in her hands, 
as those butterflies flew -and filled up the whole sky. 
Now I gave her a bottle- a message inside- 
"now that I've finally found you, please no longer hide" 
"I thought of You, quite often, as my life-it has passed. "I felt all my breath leave me- all in one single gasp. 
"I - so long ago-just was not the right guy.  I lacked life and the smarts to give- my best try." 

"I've found you again, lost you- so long ago. 
I've learned all my lessons, Please give me a go." 
I understand about love hurting you so.. 
I'm no longer the guy from so long ago... 
I know your untrusting and you've a hard row to hoe.. 
I know that around you ...some speed bumps may grow. 
But I work with strong hands and I'll pull you in tow. 
I wait for return mail...be it in letter or post...i can promise you one thing..I wait your response. 
I wait and I watch as my mail person walks by.. 
..I await just a message or email or such. 
I can't stand here guessing for my time left is short. 
I wait for a signal..a sign of some sort... 
without it I'm clueless, So i wait your report.... 
I wait everyday- to check through my mail. I watch- on this screen-till my older eyes start to fail. 
And -look to the sky -where the butterflies hail. 
Yes, my dear I still wait..... 

This is for someone old- someone new -someone needed- someone wanted- 
Someone Special...Be Special 
You know who you are. 
Crazy still


                                By, RLJGMF

Copyright © Linda Farias | Year Posted 2013

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                                           The butterfly floats, from flower to flower,
                                           he doesn't care what is the hour;
                                           the raindrops fall  in a cooling gentle shower,
                                           as beneath the  leaves the butterfly will cower;
                                           the thunder will roar with a deafening power,
                                           as the honey bees return to their hive tower;
                                           the lightening will flash in a blinding light, 
                                           for a moment or two you will lose your sight;
                                           your legs will sprint for your home in fright,
                                           getting struck in you stride you just might;
                                           hail stones strike you on the left and right,
                                           as you head for home in your flight;
                                           as you get home the sky turns black,
                                           can't stop the tornado,  can't turn back;
                                           it tears into your home and destroys the shack,
                                           tomorrow they'll put you in a body sack.

Copyright © Ronald Karzmarczyk | Year Posted 2012

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Close your eyes and make a wish
Tap your heels three times and say the magic word
And whatever else the fairy tales tell you to do, in order to be happy
In order to be beautiful
In order to be loved
In order to be a hypocrite

The glass slipper doesn’t fit-
So buy a different size if you want it that bad
Kiss a frog and you’ll get nothing in return but a dirty look
In reality, pumpkins don’t have wheels…
And there is only a beast, no beauty
No magic spell to break
No curse to overcome
No magic potion or eternal life
No evil witch to escape from grasp
Just yourself, just me
What a disappointment

How sweet the roses smell along the way
But they are just a small portion compared to the weeds to come
As pictures began to stain my walls with memories
regret still does not take over, but still I feel bad inside
The yellow brick road has come to an end
and now reads NO OUTLET
Still I push forward through the dirt
But in order to do so, I must leave you behind
It’s all for the best they say; it’s for the best
But like a cockroach I scurry back to you from the dirt
I left everything else behind, which I had went for
But I’m alright
I’m so happy, so happy-
I’m blue

If you eat that apple you will be poisoned
You will fall to the ground in a lasting sleep
But there is no prince to awake you with a kiss
There is no knight in shining armor to rescue you
Just a coffin and a stone with your name
Just the dirt, where the cockroach makes home
I hope the temptation was worth the joy to come

If you rub that lamp any harder
a burn will accompany your hands
Nothing will come out of it unless you open it yourself
But don’t be surprised if it’s empty
There are no wishes to be granted
Only dreams to be achieved
And like a cockroach you can make it through the bombs and fire
Atleast those of your own life
There is no prince charming to move your hair from your face
Just wind to put more there and blind your steps
If you want to see, move it yourself
Or trip over your own faults and excuses

Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2009

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I'm sitting here staring at a white wall, i can still see my baby's face,
kissing me and saying i love you mom, and out of his mouth comes........
 
a swarm of butterflies and he fades away, they are black and orange with huge eyes on the wings, in these eyes i see a sillohette  of a little girl , sitting on the steps,
praying that dad doesn't get upset, having might have to face the consequence.

Behind her sets a house of pain, all the anger has ignited a raging flame, as the house burns there she still sits, counting the ashes that fall as all the wishes missed, as the fire crackles, she can still hear every word,as the heat gets stronger it just feels like another hit occurred. 

In her hand she has a stick, she draws a butterfly,she closes her eyes and boards it.
She flies away leaving her family behind, she has no pain as she hears her mom's cries,it's only fair to feel that way, after all if her mom loved her she wouldn't have stayed.

Copyright © samantha townsend | Year Posted 2013

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Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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By Laura
June 17, 2015

The war has left my broken heart
But scars stay where they've always been
I wish I could forget those nights
The lonely, desperate tears within

I can't unsee those horrible things
The lies, the cries, the curdling screams
I'll never forget how it used to feel
When every nightmare was becoming real

Eye of the storm or salvation at last?
Finding the middle and calling it class
Maybe the sophists were spelling my fate
Selling wicked lies to the mass's estate

Such a sweet dream of foundation-less graves
Feeling good enough to think that, maybe Jesus saves
With everything to lose and even more to gain
Approaching this precipice with memories of pain

Sunshine starts to peak through the weary, summer clouds
Light enough to smile in spite of what they know
I'll never be the same cause I have seen too much
But I know how to show you heaven with a touch

Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015

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Where are all the people?
There is always something to be scared of.
I just wished everyone will please stop fighting,
And listen to everyone sing.

Everyone needs a little love.
Some people need the shove,
The confidence to show people what you're made of.

People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.

If you need someone to talk to,
Let's be right here for you.
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
We'll sit and try a little flan.

We need to stop and think of all the uncommon people.
Think of all of them you don't know.
The ones who don't like to show.
The ones that'll really glow.

People won't you listen?
Hearing things like,
Maybe you should kill yourself.
Instead of asking for a little help.
See all these people crying?
They need to all start flying.
I wish everyone will please stop fighting,
And let the people sing.

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INCOMPLETE

Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2013

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                                            Butterflies 


I sent her an email with butterflies attached, I was hoping she'd open it, her heart would I snatch. 
It was ten past four when she read it-after quite a very long day. 
They flew out at once with one click of that mouse, 
So many included they filled her whole house. 
Next, I decided to send her- a very large enveloped batched- 
with seeds from deep in my garden-where lies all the weeds and piles of thatch. 
She went to her mailbox and saw it was from me, 
a smile she flashed, just as quick as could be. 
She hurriedly ripped it open 
to see just what was inside, she spilled out all of its contents 
she poured it out in her hands, 
as those butterflies flew -and filled up the whole sky. 
Now I gave her a bottle- a message inside- 
"now that I've finally found you, please no longer hide" 
"I thought of You, quite often, as my life-it has passed. "I felt all my breath leave me- all in one single gasp. 
"I - so long ago-just was not the right guy.     I lacked life and the smarts to give you---
      my truly best try." 

     "I've found you again,    lost you- so long ago. 
     I've learned most of my lessons,    Please give me a go." 
          I understand about love hurting you so.. 
          I'm no longer the guy from so long ago... 
        I know your untrusting and you've a hard row to hoe.. 
        I know that around you ...some speed bumps may grow. 
             But I work with strong hands and I'll pull you in tow. 
       I wait for return mail...be it- in letter or post...I wait and I wonder 
                       and I watch as my mail person walks by.. 
                 and look to the sky where butterflies fly.....
           

 R.Moan Jr  
 

Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2014

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Although flowers
have fully bloomed,
there's scarce sunshine,
only rain showers
fall on them for hours.
The red hyacinths  
which are cold and sad,
lament bright sunrays;
April is still cool, 
spruces flutter over
the red pansies
and yellow tulips.
The sun can't break
through, it still covers 
the willows with rain,
while the blue lilacs
gleam with raindrops. 
The fragrant roses
drip and wait for
the butterflies
and honeybees
that hide in spruces;
beautiful insects
spring forth and fly
into the cloudless  
April sky so blue. 
 
Written on 4/9/2016
 

 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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I asked her how are you so beautiful, like how is it even possible?

     I told her it is hard to find the right words to say, but if I could find them my response would relay,

Her smile alone is enough to make anyone happy for the rest of their life,

     She puts freckles on my heart

Every time I kiss her rose pedal cheeks,

     Her smile is an unconditional love

That is my favorite part of the day

     And she makes love hold on a little longer but the edges are frayed

She is the type of crazy people love,

     She is more meaningful than the embrace from a long departure and I wish I never had to let go

Beautiful like a summer rain, a drop dead gorgeous sunset eclipsed by blue rain drops falling from her baby blue eyes because she doesn’t see what I see,

     Every time I see her cliché’s rain down on the world causing the earth to quake and my heart to skip a beat,

I see a woman more beautiful than the word and its meaning, Hermosa, Beau, Schon,

     She is summer time fine, I can’t seem to ever get enough time with you, I miss her so much so I tell her you are my favorite summer

So beautiful I drop, stuck, struck by the constellations in her eyes

     As the summer sun drips off your skin and sparkles in your eyes it makes me feel as if I’m in a dream,

She is a diamond in the rough, a white rose in the tough,

     A dream under the moon walking on the beach

A flower child with butterfly wings, she flutters around my heart close enough to share but not close enough to keep,

     I wish I had three hearts so we could grow closer, closer, and closer and I could love you over and over and over again,

She has sand kissed cheeks hugging every curve like it’s the last goodbye,

     She makes me feel so good I’m starting to think it may be a sin,

She is a priceless beauty more precious than the site of the sun tasting the water as it descends and the moon ascends

     This feeling is slipping through my fingers and I don’t want it to end,

I am lost in her eternal beauty and I hope I never find a map,

      I saw the most beautiful girl in my future yesterday so I can’t even remember what happened today

Because as I looked in her eyes and saw a glimpse of forever

      And now I know there is a perfect out there and I remember what it feels like

p.s. now if you read between the lines you'll discover what she looks like verses how she makes me feel…THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

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Would they have burned me as a witch
if I told you carelessly
moments before draining the wine glass
body screaming at highest pitch,

"Come, be my fairy-queen's obedient ass
donkeying away mercilessly
my every wish-abiding thought,
bonding, despite our different class"?

Indulge me, in your web I'm caught,
flying about you lustily,
I know I'll die in your embrace
moments before they cast my lot.

Copyright © Archontoula Alexandropoulou | Year Posted 2012

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Once a big beautiful butterfly landed on me, Such a pretty shade of orange and all trimmed in black. I quickly jumped and he flew away, He never ever came back. I wished for another butterfly, To bring me luck and land on me again, I would try not to jump so quickly this time, Reminding me of an unmet friend. A pretty little butterfly landed on my leg, While I was laying in the sun today. He was the same color as the other one, But this one did not fly away. I thought I’d name him Jeffrey, Like that unmet friend of mine, In hopes to see more of him, Before he flew away this time. Instead he sipped the cool water, That had been splashed on my knee. I slowly sat up and held out my hand, And called him to come to me. Believe it or not he flew right to my hand, And seemed to listen to what I had to say. I noticed his little wings were damaged, Then again he flew away. Inside his wings of beautiful colors, More of him I really wanted to see. So I called for his return, Twice more he came back to land on me, So for my little Jeffrey butterfly, Even if I never saw him again, At least I got the chance of a close encounter, And I now feel content within. Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2011

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       BUTTERFLY WINGS
I do appreciate your being here
But one day soon you know I'll disappear.
And when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me.
But nothing's really what it seems to be,
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

Bright light.
Never ending white light.
All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do.
And you can feel it, when I think of you,
and when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

This is one of my personal favorite poems I have written that developed into a Song Lyric. It is on Youtube, as a video as well.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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I made more than one wish
I stomped my feet and repeated the magic word
I did everything the fairy tales told me to do
In hopes of becoming happy
In hopes of becoming beautiful
In hopes of being loved
I became nothing but a hypocrite

The glass slipper didn’t fit
so I threw it against the wall and it broke
I kissed the frog and it died after dirtying my face
I never want to see another pumpkin for it turns me into a beast
I found no magic spell to break
No curse to overcome, but my own
There was no magic potion and no eternal life
I turned out to be the evil witch and had to escape my own grasp
It was just me who brought my disappointment

The roses smelt nice as I picked through the weeds
I had to scrub my own walls clean and move the memories some place else
Still…I have no regret
I took a wrong turn on the yellow brick road and ended up at a dead end
I pushed my way through the dirt, but was buried by you
It was best for me to continue on
But like a cockroach I remained under the dirt you put there
and left everything else behind, which I went to pursue
But it’s okay
I will remain happy in my times of feeling blue

I ate that apple and lived through it all
I cooled my burns with the ice inside the lamp
The bombs and fire only motivated me more
I decided to stop waiting for prince charming
And become friends with the wind

And like a cockroach, I crawled up from the dirt
I forced myself to new heights
And like a butterfly, I took a chance
I spread my wings…
And flew away

December 21, 2009

Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2009

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little green dragon                                                                                                     sprouts emperor’s wings she lights                                                                            tastes red plum nectar                                                                                           _family hopes among  trees                                                                                          monarch blown from seas                                                                                           one love will never be still                                                                                                dancing rhythm meet                                                                                            _erratic dance but on course                                                                                  destiny sea blown                                                                                                         alone sun's daughter she flies                                                                                        wisteria’s home                                                                                                    _cherry blossoms roam wild rose                                                                                   fawns run firefly hides                                                                                                  sparrow plucks delicate wings                                                                                    sunflower escapes                                                                                                      _to moon flower clearing skies                                                                                      monarch gone sparrow                                                                                                sighs apples ripe the winter                                                                                         the flowers are gone                                                                                          _Madame butterfly hides child                                               - * Note - based on Madame Butterfly" is a short story by American lawyer and writer John Luther Long

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

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5/8/13
Spread out your wings
Come on, baby – it’s your time to fly today
Our misfortune stings
Pour forth your ecstasy – will it take away
Our despondency?

Bring me out of captivity…
Producing calamity…
I can’t reach for His light –  
THROW ME A ROPE!
I’m buried far below…
Midnight’s as dark as the cawing crow 
I CAN’T CLIMB…due to my lack of energy 
Fortify me by your might 

Spread out your wings
Wake up, darling…wake up to reality – 
Open up your window . . .
Our sundrenched spirits brings
Happiness to the hungry, arduous world 
His sincerity bestow
Miracles & eternal peace instead of 
remorse & catastrophe

Shield me with your radiance
Give me a taste of your jubilance…
Your voluptuous essence  
YOUR Pure, holy Sustenance… 
Not their truculence…
Their arrogance… Their reluctance… 
Their defiance… their unfeeling essence,
Evincing their callous hearts of stone
And crafting it, open to the public
Open to the world of woe

Spread out your wings 
Keep on believing, dearest – 
It’s not your time to die…
Your face is doused in dismay
Your melody still rings
In my ears… sticking to me like a broken record...
Will it shed a tune of delight today? 
Is it a cure to our tragedy? 

Drag me out of captivity… 
I’m sick of all of this cruelty…
I’ve fallen into a pit of obscurity– 
GIVE ME a taste of your effulgence
I’m unchained from my captivity…
Am I surely free? Where shall I flee? 
 Daylight’s as bright as the dove, fluttering gaily 
I’m incapable of flight…due to my lack of wings

Strengthen me throughout my plight! ~  ~  ~ 
  How did you make my high spirits soar upright? ~  ~  ~

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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Hot August day,
why have you sent all children away?
Jack won't watch Sesame Street,
all he wants to do is go to sleep;
Cathy looks at him and whines, 
she's bored and starts screaming...
Mom tells her to sing Nursery Rhymes
so thatl her brother Sam can fall asleep.

Hot August day,
why is this Saturday sad?
Over the roof the thunder strikes, 
rain comes down to fret;
kids stare at clouds in tricky play...
that vision of winter returns: 
why can't they be glad?
Will they see a sunny day
before it becomes sunset?

Hot August day,
yesterday was bright...no clouds
we're seen for miles!
Hot August day,
no child chases lovely butterflies!


Written on 8/14/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016