Best Flittered Poems
A perfumed breeze with summer lavender
Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone
Through verdant valleys I strolled along
Honeycombed hues warmed the new dawn
A golden butterfly glided in the distance
I just stood still and watched his flight
From one flower to another
His flapped wings fluttered
I could not let him out of my sight
I wondered 'bout this blissful beauty.
Towards the riverbank
I watched him roam
If I could only fly away with him
to destinations always unknown
Imagine what places he has been
what many glories he has seen
A perfect waterfall tumbling
into a clear blue pond
Wet dewdrops glimmering 'pon the grass
as the sleepy sun starts to rise
A doe with her fawn
taking those fragile first steps
bees buzzing by
swarming back to their hive
I watched in amazement
in awe of his grace
I floated along
as he flittered away
We hovered together through
a path between twin lakes
then and there I kissed him
before he silently slipped away
That's the last time I saw him
cuz now stone towers have been built
Nature's been destroyed and
the butterflies have been laid to rest
Night fell,
Summer’s heat abating,
I sat leaning against a tall magnolia,
Its fragrance spreading everywhere
Like echoes of whispering breezes.
Despite all I could not rest and sleep.
The moon and stars were invisible now,
But darkness could not cover the glade.
Fireflies flittered here and there, glowing.
I was mesmerised by the fireworks of the night.
Suddenly I heard a delicate delicious melody.
Was it the fireflies orchestrating their symphony?
Soft enchanting tunes enticed the whole glen.
Could this be a dream descended from the hidden stars?
The melody changed, cadences tuned up and down,
The fragrance of the magnolia increased,
The moon appeared and all was bright.
Butterflies flew all around. Or were they fairies?
I could not tell for suddenly my eyes became heavy
And blissfully I slept as joyfully I dreamt.
I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark
When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark.
I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow
But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know
It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does
I went into the backyard to determine what it was.
Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be
It flew right up and landed very close to me.
Soon I realized it was no ordinary find.
What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind.
A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft
Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask.
He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me.
I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free.
His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone
He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.”
He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know
But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go.
He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh
I knew I’d better listen to this little guy.
Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more –
Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. .
He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream.
He was here because of some wayward sunbeam.
“I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.”
He said, “The race is always over before it has begun.
There is a reason for these victories, you see
My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.”
“Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command.
I can do more things with them than man can understand.”
He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will
I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.”
I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.”
He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will.
I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night
The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight
So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth --
This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth.
I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high.
Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.”
Written By John Posey
12/18/12
Across the war torn atrophy,
A decomposing cracked corpse,
Shakes and splits in the sovereignty,
Of the rounded Earth which warps.
Annihilated by the angst of grouped race:
A false duplicitous spell,
Cast by the convention of crooked space,
Filled by the blackest of magic from hell.
Governance is but a season of treason,
To portent an enemy’s existence,
Denying the bond of unblind reason,
In order to mock the truth of resistance.
Robins once flittered in hooded cloaks,
To unveil the robes of thieves,
Whose crowns are but a farcical coax,
To control what the world believes.
Locked in this cyclical wheel of a hamster,
We pay our unwarranted dues,
With neither representation nor an answer,
To why we’re enslaved by you.
But then again a slave sees no master but the devil lashing a whip,
Which often slips from the grip of twits who dare disparage the blood that it makes drip.
How fickle the tick-tock trickle of skin flicked quick by tickles of thy tyrant’s trick,
Beware, dear brickhead politic, clocks can’t fuel fire when there’s no wick to stick.
Twas the night after Christmas Two Thousand Ten
Fulton Street was dazzling, pristine and a glow
An evening we'll remember over and over again
For it was a night as pure as the glistening snow
Christmas music flittered through the air
Bringing us peace, joy and sheer delight
Our hearts beating to the rhythm of a snare
Was that a twinkle I saw, a shimmering light
You led me through the many winding trees
A forest full of garland, angels and reindeer
I felt light and free, as if floating on a breeze
With you by my side, I would never know fear
We stopped at one magnificent, fragrant fir
You pointed to an ornament just within reach
A diamond so stunning it sent everything a blur
It was your gift to me, taking away my speech
My heart danced and soared to heights anew
You knelt down and asked me to be your wife
Without hesitation I said YES to you
Knowing we'll be together into eternal life.
Across the war-torn atrophy,
A decomposing cracked corpse,
Shakes and splits in the sovereignty,
Of the rounded Earth which warps.
Annihilated by the angst of grouped race:
A false duplicitous spell,
Cast by the convention of crooked space,
Filled by the blackest magic of hell.
Governance is but a season of treason,
To portent an enemy’s existence,
Denying the bond of unblind reason,
In order to mock the truth of resistance.
Robins once flittered in hooded cloaks,
To unveil the robes of thieves,
Whose crowns are but a farcical coax,
To control what the world believes.
Locked in this cyclical wheel of a hamster,
We pay our unwarranted dues,
With neither representation nor an answer,
To why we’re enslaved by you.
There once was a land
they called Beautiful Tree
the best of the lands
where the birds want to be
Then, there were only
the Cards and the Jays
no other birds had yet
flown in to stay
Nesting in groups
with a thickness of thieves
the flocks ever growing
outnumbered the leaves
Soon there was pecking
each with their order
defending their branches
defining their borders
Then one day the Cards
took control of the place
changing the rules
at a blistering pace
The Jay's were disheartened
and flustered, they flittered
their soaring blue skies
ever darkened with twitter
The Jays still believed
they could all live as one
but if ever to be
something had to be done
Yet try as they may
and with all of their might
the Jays gentle spirits
weren't up to the fight
Watching the Cards
taking care of their own
hogging the tree
with their true colors shown
Consumed by their greed
and driven by pride
hoarding resources
as new fledglings died
With no other enemies
left to declare
they turned on each other
defiant to share
The Jays knew the secret
for them to survive
was joining together
so all birds could thrive
The Cards stacked the deck
to their utter demise
as the powerful peeps
of the Jays would arise
Singing so sweetly
in harmonic rhyme
even the Cards
were found singing in time
Soon to return
to their Beautiful Tree
ready to cleanup
the mess there would be
Once again living
a life less absurd
Isn't this Beautiful Tree
for the birds?
-Jeannie Minor
When my daughter was young
She went to a ballet school
The teacher thought it would be fun
To teach some fathers ballet too
She found all of six of us
Who were willing to take her dare
As long as we promised
That at her recital we would be there
She knew it would be humorous
But she wanted the dance steps done just right
So we practiced for six months
In secret late at night
We learned the many positions
We learned leaps and plies, too
But we did draw the line
None of us would wear a pink tutu
On the night of the recital
“Special Guests” is what the program said
“A Performance you won’t want to miss”
Is all the description read
So right after a first grade tap
And before a junior ballet
We flittered across the stage
As music from Swan Lake did play
At first the audience was tepid
Not really interested in a routine
With none of their little ones in it
Until they realized what they had seen
When once again we appeared
In tennis shoes and shorts
Doing plies in third position
Came the snickers and the snorts
We danced our little hearts out
Doing the steps technically precise
While old and young were laughing
At those guys under the lights
We ended our routine
With me doing a split
And stuck in that position
They carried me out for our exit
And now these many years later
My daughter still tells the story
About her ballet recital
When Dad got all the glory
He sat himself down on the edge that evening with the gravest of sadness trickling with his tears and a whimper that shook his body. As he fixed his position to one more suitably comfortable, he watched as his legs languidly wandered with the strong evening breeze. The blue evening sky shimmered off the water below, above whom birds flocked as they admired themselves as they glided in graceful harmony. The young man, admiring the birds as they fluttered, watched helplessly as his tears fell- in hope that they would make tiny ripples in the calm river hundreds of feet below. As he stared listlessly in the depths of the river, with whom a dark blue colour glimmered, he wandered whether it's darkness marked a towering depth. As he questioned such thoughts, he clutched his chest sorrowfully and tried to distract his attentions to the nearby cars as they exalted weary noises in their locomotion on the bridge. Not wanting to be any more of a nuisance than he was compelled to believe, he tried spiritedly not to pay attention to the banquette of horns rearward, as he thought it non-polite to engage with passing drivers who drove their cars on such an elevated road whose height pierced clouds asunder. He placed his hand in his pocket as it struggled from the powerful wayward breeze, and took out his wallet. Grasping the photo of his love as further tears graced his cheeks, he turned it around and examined the note on the back which read: "I shall always love you, for all eternity". On reading her avowal and watching his tears douse the picture, he smelled her photo; which retained a small monument of her rosy scent, and he sniffled sullenly. He stood to his feet and relinquished the photo as he watched it descend in a flittered free-fall. Suddenly he was struck and echoes of gunfire palpitated the evening air as motorists watched helplessly, and the young man tumbled as his body rotated with the gun as it perforated the breeze below and hit the water with an almighty blow.After a few minutes, the waters calmed and caught his body as it sank to mighty depths.
He now slept, and romance was now at peace and she smiled as she accosted herself with the forever knowledge that the young lover now danced in towering depths, unloved, for all eternity.
In this dark, I’ll create my light: ‘Rambi’
Switch gone realities to fantasies
lit green in sun and rains continual
Awash, rainbows flittered o’er land and sea…
Balm-like, soft thatch lightens my concrete tomb
Endless walls in a salty breeze dissolve
lifting heavy drapes to dance with palms tall
Languidly lacy, they sway where birds thrall
Ah! Warm sands I sip, drowning in aqua…
(12/28/21: Inspired by B forms contest)
At six, he wildly chased the fireflies
thinking these shiny bugs bits of gold
slung down from the stars for him to hold
he prayed that God would find him a net
hoping soon to catch a firefly pet
Glitter flies were up so far
mom gave him a Mason jar
there were a thousand million bugs
better than those slick, slimy slugs
watching him, his mom's heart felt a tug
At eighteen, he lay on the grass
near his girl gazing at the starry night
there too were his flickering fireflies' lights
this young man loved those lightning bugs
his girl-- bored-- only desired his hugs
At twenty-one, his mother sat on the porch
her boy once said “A firefly held a little torch."
now, the Mason jar sat in the cupboard
her son, now a man, moved toward
the light while fighting in the war
She gazed out at the boy's front yard
since he was gone, living on was hard
the fireflies flittered, glistening in the sky
heartbroken...she tried so hard not to cry
way above her, a firefly lit his lamp of love--
oh my!
© a year ago, Carol Davis
The air called life flowed with the current of serenity,
my butterfly heart floated in the rippling zephyr free.
Its wings designing the lattice of your identity,
flittered with your enticing charisma to charm me.
The horizon splashed hues of ethereal ecstasy
on my dreams I bloomed as I was set beguiled to fly.
Rapture took me to the reverie realm of fantasy,
I didn’t see clouds gather at the edge of the ruined sky.
Splintered on the threshold of the tarnished twilight,
in deep abyss of dismay I found my sky’s ruin lie,
covering the debris of my dreams in the blue night.
Wrecked, I felt tears dry up in my disillusioned eye.
The flushed vale of love turned into wasteland fast,
wilted passion flower didn’t see the new sunshine spray.
The surge of sorrow drowned the snippets of the past,
colors of crumpled butterfly wings in ruin faded away.
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April 4, 2023
Word chosen : Ruin
Contest : Writing Challenge - "R" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The tormenting time came in my life with the future at stake,
when writhing in the crushing clutch of smothered suffering,
my burdened heart broke and bled in the inflicted pining ache,
I didn’t find the soothing arms of hope stretched to me to cling.
My boat wrecked on the high sea in the tempest of agony,
I tried to swim to the calm shelter of the shore receding.
Someone from within prompted me optimistic I should be,
palliative hope reminded me every cloud has a silver lining.
When the sunny day ended and the dismal night fell fast,
I didn’t forget the sun must sink to rise in splendor again
to inspire the Phoenix in me to ascend from distress dust,
so, I waited for the divine dawn’s touch to assuage my pain.
I felt the gentle south wind waft silver-lined clouds in mind,
after storm the rainbow lured me through its archway to fly,
I found with its melting hues the tapestry of ecstasy defined,
to scale new height of bliss I tried as my wings could soar in sky.
The butterfly flew out of my aching heart on the latticed wing,
flittered through the rippling air on the bright trail of sunray
to the garden of roses blooming hope with the sparkle of spring,
under the new silken sky emerging from the gloom of misty grey.
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February 9, 2023
Contest : Proverbial
Sponsored by : Margarita Lillico
He felt lost and insignificant,
his lips spoke trivialities,
his hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully he fumbled through
his hazy days, shunning opportunities,
urgently hoping they wouldn't pick him.
A wraith within a wraith, he flittered by
commitment like a man without a plan,
he only knew the pleasure of denial.
Then he was pushed into the present
by a crushing ultimatum, compelling
him to find a his way alone.
New horizons spread before him,
old fears and insecurities disperse.
With a spring in his step, a twinkle in his eye,
a new found confidence and clarity,
he's out from under that crippling blow,
and this gentleman? Well, he's none other than I.
A lightning collision
The train wreck born of mountain side
A thick black Eden held as a chalice in the far
Reservoirs of each moon high star-flung eye
Braught to the corners as an incident
Of which to rubberneck could capture a soul or
More to the point an unopened envelope
Spilling out as vivisected loveloss
To drop a cold shoulder and sink a battled hip
Lay back harsh as punishment and
Dream of Austria, thinking only of holding breaths and randez-vous
A Dresden path of idolic traverse platform
Where flittered cold and godless
Rather as Lillith would have persuaded
The chill is consuming as a scavenger
The stone cold floor as dead as bone and aching
Slamming an axe upon a grind and
Piece by piece as a jigsaw slipping
Hand into hand as monevolence and urge
Often thoughts carry to Austria
And stumble back as glare and corruption
By the rivers of a white beer flowing
And a casual breeze of bare flesh
Dreaming of Austria and arching the crook of a collar bone
Framed completely and wishing to be black-hole consumed
Held as a foetus and casually reborn like winter of each year.