His voice is buttery says a musician critic on TV
I have no idea what buttery means
She sings her butt off
This is also curious
If she turned around, I could see this
He can sing the phone book
Couldn’t we all?
If we wanted to.
If I did, someone would beg me to stop singing
No.
Everyone would beg me to stop singing
Categories:
buttery, music,
Form: Free verse
fleeting butterfly
fly away son be autumns
sway flower breath breath
~
waving quietly
sweet scenting quite so temping
aromatic plants
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
buttery, adventure, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Haiku
Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun
I'm not really addicted I can stop any time
If I'm held back at the point of a gun
Each night I bolt out of my bed screaming
“Where did you hide my Buttery Corn Puffs”
It's one of the few pleasures I have left in life
They'll soon have to take me away in cuffs
I dream of floating way up high on a cloud
Looking down on a soft yellow landscape
Corn Puffs stretching from horizon to horizon
With fairies and me wearing lampshades
Such a happy scenario of joy and frivolity
Those yellow Buttery Corn Puffs do evoke
To feel the great joy and total contentment
Before that final sad moment when I croak
If Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
I'll cross over to that great unknown
Totally surrounded from horizon to horizon
Much better than a land of buttered scones
Categories:
buttery, birth,
Form: Rhyme
delicate flower
her dandelion butter
blows as cotton pod
Categories:
buttery, nature,
Form: Haiku
The twinkling of your eyes
Captured my dim light inside
You turned up the heat
Then we became complete
Your laughter
There is none to compare
Your smile
Sprinkles Star Dust every where
You have sealed my heart
And have filled it with your love
You have placed a beast within
When we make love, this beast
Travels within creating harmony
From up above
We snuggle we cuddle
What more could a man ask
No words are left to say
For you take my breath away
You are the oxygen that keeps me alive
You are my beautiful Buttery Fly
Categories:
buttery, butterfly,
Form: Free verse
Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun
I'm not really addicted I can stop any time
If I'm held back at the point of a gun
Each night I bolt out of my bed screaming
“Where'd you hide my Buttery Corn Puffs”
It's one of the few pleasures I have left in life
They'll soon have to take me away in cuffs
I dream of floating way up high on a cloud
Looking down on a soft yellow landscape
Corn Puffs stretching from horizon to horizon
With fairies and me wearing lampshades
Such a happy scenario of joy and frivolity
Those yellow Buttery Corn Puffs do evoke
To feel the great joy and total contentment
Before that final sad moment when I croak
If Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
I'll cross over to that great unknown
Totally surrounded from horizon to horizon
Mixed in with trees of buttered scones
Categories:
buttery, fantasy,
Form: Quatrain
Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun
I'm not really addicted I can stop any time
But must be held back at the point of a gun
Each night I bolt out of my bed screaming
“Where did you hide my Buttery Corn Puffs”
It's one of the few pleasures I have left in life
They'll soon have to take me away in cuffs
I dream of floating way up high on a cloud
Looking down on a soft yellow landscape
Corn Puffs stretching from horizon to horizon
With fairies and me wearing lampshades
Such a happy scenario of joy and frivolity
Those yellow Buttery Corn Puffs do evoke
To feel the great joy and total contentment
Before that final sad moment when I croak
If Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
When I cross over to that great unknown
Totally surrounded from horizon to horizon
Much better than a land of buttered scones
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
buttery, fun,
Form: Narrative