Sunflower Seeds
enchanted seedling
sunflower will weave magic
golden yellow joy
Green Eyes
Curious green eyes
Soft gentle paw pats my face
Purring in my ear
Ariel Ballet
blue skies seagull flight
graceful ariel ballet
speaks to me of spring
Button Hole
sky blue boutonniere
morning gift from azure drift
delight has a smile
(Button Hole was accidently deleted so reposted here)
Photo in my heart
Life passing like poor
Pig I dreaming to freaking
On My life
Smell of sweat in the morning
Like a pig in a water of mud
Balloons of breath fly like
A wings to a pig button
And Button hole of a
Dress code like a nose bleed
Apart from all the time I
Have a photo in my heart
Without you but the pig die
On my legs to eat the food
Of ****
Photo in my heart
With the smell of song
Like dry fruits
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Buttons buttons everywhere
Just you stop and consider
No elastic in the olden days
And zips not in use either
Lets start at your feet
We have buttons on your shoes
A button hook was useful
Your panties had no elastic
So was buttons that kept you modest
From there we go to your bodice
Where you will find buttons by the score
A lady’s maid was employed
To sort them could take an hour
Then it is your skirt buttons
So many buttons some doing work
Others for decoration only
Making you feel and look good
Your blouse wont be outdone
With buttons on the sleeves
And tiny tiny ones down the front
When opened what a relief
Can you imagine the frustration
Of those buttons when on heat
No wonder in the fiction books
Clothes were ripped off
Landing at your feet
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Continuing welsh lesson
In Wales the name for button is botwm (butoom)
But if you say botymau It means button hole. (but er maw)
As a child my name for button was oompna lol think it’s harder than botwm
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~After reading some incredible poetry right here on the Soup~
I dreamt of you today:
seven golden hearts beating the sun to dust
with feathers in every button hole
and two strokes of midnight behind your ears
You riddled a universe out of your mouth
with words wearing saddles to break out and run
while those running after, to harness your light
padded their feet in the clouds
I wished for you today:
eyes glowing green and tinting the air
with tinsel in silver caught up in your hair
and sun spots to tickle your tongue
You broke every boundary in glass and in fire
with quick inspiration absorbing the void
while the rest flailed like firefly catchers at night
with still darkened palms opened wide.