Butterfly Culture Poems

I am waiting here patiently under this canopy 

For thee with flaming heart and a sunlit soul 

 And the courage that never grows old...

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Color of life , O breath of evening! 
Thou are roving in the meadow;
Reddish reddish leaves are shivering:
Under mighty windy shadow

O the yard that dipped...

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The Artist


On the terrace in the building across the road
a woman is sweeping her terrace; on another terrace
one the floor up, a woman is watering...

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Zhann spoiled his debut, by changing into
A Zhiberain thong mist, he caused Blip Dynomo
to be off centered and then Darksied and
and Lex Luther gained advantage...

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Sadness falls, its colors oblique,
we lust for joy, a smile we seek,
a tender voice in anger's reigns
we turn from hate and lies' refrains.
In our world,...

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Poetry, a search for language for
emotion, wanting clarity, is it worth
speaking on? For the sake of the 
good. It doesn’t mean it’s for the 
right,...

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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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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces            ...

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Goodbyes are secrets that do not tell
If a goodbyes’ forever or for just a spell.
Some are uttered with thoughtfulness: careful and concerning.
While some others are...

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My broken wings hurt
But my heart aches more
For the one who ran the blade 
Was none other than you

So why it'd to be you
You whom...

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Possiblity rolls rotund in your fingers
Hectic brain traffic makes way for intrigue 
Direction indeterminate, insect lands unscathed
Careful spice simmers observations we can heed
Suspends apprehension, apprehends...

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These are translations of some of the oldest Japanese waka, which evolved into tanka, renga and haiku. 

While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a...

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Rare as each blossom on a tree,
From Watusi tribe unto the Cherokee,
Each member of man's family,
Has their own unique biography.

Rare the nights of burgundy,
That prelude...

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Holy Night

My dearest friend, 
I know we believe in the same God. 
He loves you, and your family. 
He loves me and mine. 
Let us...

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First they came for the Muslims

after Martin Niemoller

First they came for the Muslims
and I did not speak out
because I was not a Muslim.

Then they came...

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