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Premium Member Vegetable Garden Does Not Make Smiles For Me

Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee

But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee

In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Contest:"Villanelle Me"
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Premium Member Butterflies Flutter By

A Butterfly flutters by
On a summers breeze
The flutter by Butterflies
With delightfully winged ease
 
To watch the Butterflies flutter by
Leaves me in total awe
To witness all the butterflies fluttering by
Would just be totally braw
 
To all the Butterfly flutter by fans
On the Soup today
If you see a flutter by, by a Butterfly
Think of this poem and me

Butterfly Dreams

I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming 
Real-time and genuine, or just me mis-believing?
A fascinating fabricated scene of night-time bliss
The only realm of thought where I don't feel out of place

Captivating,cosmic and recurring once again
As crystal clear as raindrops racing for the window pane
Entrancing yet enchanting, subconsciously sublime
Random, unrecalling, yet every one divine

Enrapturing,consuming every moment of my slumber
Delicate, delightful, like the calm after the thunder
I'm drowning, in a peaceful way, I've never been so deep
My dreams don't seem to realise that I'm not yet asleep


11 July 2011


Butterfly

Butterfly please don't tell 
                          them you saw me cry.

                          Butterfly please don't tell 
                          I want to die with this pain.

                          Butterfly, fly fly away with all 
                          my secrets  I shared with
                                          you.

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