Flowers of love all around, like buttercups, they look so beautiful, they give me a smile
My love was smiling at me, with love that made me feel like a buttercup in the wind.
Love me like a buttercup, send me your love with rays of sunshine.
Buttercup, I love you so you turn all of my days into thoughts of love that glow.
Love me like a buttercup, send me your love with rays of sunshine.
Buttercup, you make me glow with all of the sunshine you shine on me each day.
Like the hum of love in the wind, I send you my love through the wind.
Buttercup, so sweet, your love is like sweet butter, it makes me feel sweet.
Buttercup, I love you so your love makes me feel whole.
Whole like a pie, I want to enjoy each and every moment with you.
Buttercup, you have a way, you light up all my days.
Like the sun shining, your smile brightens my mood.
I love you so, buttercup, my love is true.
Buttercup, I love you so much, you are my sweet and loving buttercup.
Little prince buttercup
How dare you gorge me with those eyes
I am royalty standing alone
My beautiful body being gorged by you
There take that see how you like it
You ugly beast
Maybe that will teach you a lesson
With messing with me
What's up Buttercup?
Oh, a little bit up,
a little bit down.
A little bit square,
a little bit round.
Sometimes I'm good,
sometimes I'm bad.
Sometimes I'm happy,
sometimes I'm sad.
Thank you for asking,
I'm glad that you did.
I hope you are well,
and having a good gig?
12th June 2025
was never a weed
common lesser celandine
meadow buttercup
Buttercup Busybody’s behaviors burst beyond belief
Big, buxom, busty, she gave her dour daddy grief
Hosted Hamburger Harry’s Hoedown which featured beef
Eloped with Eddie Eardale, giving her parents some relief.
Meadow buttercup -
you sun-sipping glory!
Small cup for large smiles.
Shine on little wonder,
enlighten every lover's eye.
I planted flower seeds
on my rabbit's grave
and they never came up.
But today, by the cross,
was a buttercup
and that is all I need.
Plastic bags
hold plastic dreams:
Water bottles filled with filtered
hope seething chloride stained
brains left thought
-less attracted towards rancid
smile at the magic hat
trick of the eye
candy dispenser tossed on the ground
‘s keeper cleaned up from last nights
parade with clown
faces that look away when strangers
dance together in the rain
falling trash chokes the air
from a buttercup
fragments used to tie up
Bags full
Ready to meet
The garbage truck.
Pucker up Buttercup a voice said as he exited dreamland
He saw the creature’s full red lips and his heart beat overtime
As his sleepy hazel eyes began to see easier in the dark
A goat’s head appeared behind those enormous red lips
What a way to wake up on a Tuesday
There was a girl
Named Pinky Pearl
Once, on her way
She found some hay
She rolled in it
Loved every bit
So she played there
Till evening fair
Then fell asleep
On fresh hay heap
When she woke up
'Twas Buttercup
"Moo, moo", she said,
And nudged her head
"This is my place,
Give me some space",
So Pinky stood
She understood,
"Hay was for cow
Time to go now"
03.23.2021
Buckle up Buttercup for there is so much going on
The year 2020 has been more than ridiculous, and I do not fawn.
We have never had a Presidential Election go on past the first night.
This one may go beyond this week. The stress is out of sight.
2020 has been the looniest, strangest year we ever have seen.
Black Lives Matter has brought us truths we do not find very keen.
Hurricane not as worrisome as division of USA which used to never be.
I am frightened by the potential violence, I can almost plainly see.
Halloween was cancelled for the pandemic has ruined most of our fun.
If anything else gets thrown this way, I am going to run!
Such a crazy time, blue moon or no blue moon, and that’s a fact.
We have to be unified, and peaceful, so we can get our country back.
Poems creep in like spiders, capturing me in web so fair.
Poems slip in like mice, sticky traps holding them in place.
Poems prance in like majorettes, throwing batons in the air.
Sci-Fi dances around in my muse’s brain, taking all the space.
Poems twirl around my dendrite highway, waking me up.
Poems shake me off the bed, landing me squarely on the floor.
I hear the last line, and I think “was that word buttercup?”
Poems laugh at my consternation, their humor I deplore.
Poems slide by on the wings of undiscovered pretty galaxies.
They jump into my head at restaurants when I cannot find a pin.
Poems dive bomb my bed at night, witch-like in their hex-ease.
They throw themselves at me in bathrooms; I simply cannot win.
I do the best I can though, amusing poems in ways I do not dream.
They throw down words I have never heard, and so I look them up.
Poems own me, taking me hostage in a pretty hostage stream.
Did you hear that? I have to know. Was that word buttercup?
BUTTERCUP
Buttercup wears a cheerful bonnet;
Five yellow petals of sunshine on it;
Always smiling - sunlight in yellow -
Leaves us joyful, yet quite mellow;
This meadow child in brightest of hues
Winks at us through morning dews.
BUTTERCUP
Like a flower
I have grown
Thanks to you, my love, my own.
Like the sun your light has shone
On me and mine
In your warmth divine.
Like a flower
I began to bloom
With your loving care I felt better soon.
Like the rain my tears fell
Until you gently touched me
Your silent love to tell.
And like a flower
I soaked it up.
Yes, now I’m your Buttercup!
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 3/1/2020
“All Rights Reserved”
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