Nostalgia Butterfly Poems

The butterfly counts months not memories,
Of the springs and autumn that passed away.
Emancipation from all mortal bonds,
Memories afflicted only with inscrutable fond.

Draped with lamentation of...

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Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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It happened in a place
I’d never thought of seeing her
Suddenly there she was
In front of me, smiling her joy
Excited, delighted
My heart pounded in my chest
I...

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Butterfly wings have left me and gone ... gone.
Uphill I flew wearing, beautiful wings;
Through the thicket, and green pastoral lawn, 
Through the rice fields, I...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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nostalgia hovers
in the backroads
of my mind

memories
both harsh
and beautiful
bubble up
to the tune of
integrity

break out
unfettered
in a dance of
effervescence

in both a
soft and bold
array of colors

uniquely
crafted
as a distinct
fingerprint

a soul...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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The Unsaved

I watch you from a distance. 
I see everything you do. 
Your life is hard, 
and the world is unkind, 
mostly, if only at...

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A Christmas Card

Letters unsent, 
to people…
that wish they had received them. 
Maybe not write away, 
or all at once, 
but eventually. 

Harsh words spoken, 
throughout...

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Chickens

Are by far my favorite bird. 

They give and take very little. 
They kill the bugs on the property, 

Not by chemical intervention, 
but by...

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Feet

Mine sweat. 
Mine are also cold. 
This is a dilemma. 

I get the chills,
so I put boots on. 
I am warm,
and comfortable. 

Then… sweat.

How does...

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Purple People Eater

My car. 
It is great. 
It takes me everywhere, 
Like a roller skate. 
I can not wait to go…
Again and again. 

We travel...

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Bright

A tiny seed and plain dirt. 
Water, sunshine, and faith.
Then… not quickly, not slowly…
but… at the right moment.
A delight to the eyes, 
and a magnificent...

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