O' winsome, mirthful thing
Up, up, and out in spring
From the cocoon, you were birthed
Into the light is where you'll see your worth
A beautiful creation to the world
A bundle of magic that's waiting to unfurl
Now, out fluttering and uttering a new beginning
A fresh essence and energy brimming
Lithely through the air you go
Fluttering and darting to and fro
A quiet power and a mutable essence, you behold
Remember this as you allow your truth to be told
So beautiful one, make sure to enjoy your flight
For soon, oh too soon, winter will come and bid a good night
a river meanders under my feet
I hearken... notice... fallen withered leaves
aback I move... eyes darting... to and fro
my thoughts becloud the water down below
~ iambic-jazz pentameter ~
jangling nerves... tense, taut...
darting to and fro… caught... trapped
whimpering feebly...
The brave gunman licks his lips...
duck soup... easy prey... unarmed
Her voice was a dulcet melody
Which I always liked to hear
But now that voice is silent
And the silence I can't bear
Moonlit shadows play among the trees
Darting to and fro with ease
A tune rustling in the leaves does tease
As I hear her song in the breeze
As Luna makes its nightly commute
I drift off in dreamy pursuit
Hoping her voice in dreams I'll hear
But dawn comes and finds me there
The morning sun in golden gleam
Awakens me from my dream
But just a simple hello from you my dear
Would be like music to my ears
2-15-19
Music to My Ears Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Sitting in my car waiting for Cathie
My eyes darting to and fro
Shorter than short shorts wherever I look
My poor heart is beating so
Is this gonna continue year after year
Where will this madness end
Not soon I hope, this is heaven on earth
Lovin' it my very good friends
Do they know what havoc they is a-causing
Have run off the road more than once
When the real short shorts are in concert with
Two lovely wee bumps up front
Seems like an obsession of a sexual nature
It's just a normal male reaction
Promise I'm harmless, well most of the time
Till exposed to this innocent distraction
Can honestly say I've still got an eye
For girlies with those sweet wee bums
Just admire the beauty, not a dirty old man
Oh the female form, yum, yum!
(See, age matters not!)
A Collaboration with Marti Sutherland
Circling the table before they feast, black ravens crow
bright beady eyes darting to and fro, away they go
landing on a wounded body that has not yet died
circling the skies before they feast, dark ravens cried
On their bellies through titanic grass, slimy snakes slither
forked tongues searching for innocent prey, coming hither
Reptiles crawling from under rocks, cold-blooded and chilled
their fangs leaving lethal bites, and another victim is killed
skulking in shifting shadows, deceitful humans lie in wait
Bearing no name, no face; beware of the wicked who hate
Brutal bashers who take what they want at the cost of life
Back stabbers living in a harsh world where hypocrisy is rife
Ravens, snakes and evil humans sit on thrones of deceit
Like black widows they feast on their mates when they cheat
They spin their lies so easily, like the sticky web of a spider
Beware you are not caught when their mouths open wider
Dear dainty little butterfly flitting about in erratic flight.
I get but a fleeting glimpse of thee, tho' 'tis such a delight,
To see thee wafted by the winds as you flit about my lawn!
(Since you never settle down I wonder what you feed upon!)
How I look forward to thy daily visit with great anticipation.
Thou art one of the most exquisite creatures in God's Creation!
I marvel at thy aerobatic skill and I think it is my learned hunch,
That you are so adept at this so as not to become a falcon's brunch!
Don't get snatched by a mean old bird when darting to and fro!
Please watch thy six, little buddy, for I would miss thee so!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Skat A's "Write About Butterflies" Contest
Sitting in my car waiting for Cathie
My eyes darting to and fro
Shorter than short shorts wherever I look
My poor heart is beating so
Is this gonna continue year after year
Where will this madness end
Not soon I hope, this is heaven on earth
Lovin' it my very good friends
Do they know what havoc they is a-causing
Have run off the road more than once
When the real short shorts are in concert with
Two lovely wee bumps up front
Seems like an obsession of a sexual nature
It's just a normal male reaction
Promise I'm harmless, well most of the time
Till exposed to this innocent distraction
I can honestly say I've still got an eye
For girlies with those sweet wee bums
Just admire the beauty, not a dirty old man
Oh the female form, yum, yum!
Sitting in my car waiting for Cathie
My eyes darting to and fro...
© Jack Ellison 2013
I waited patiently with bated breath
Beneath the banyan tree
On a cloudless starry night
Far away from the city light
Waiting for the sound of my beloved beau
Wide eyes darting to and fro
In a distance I see a horse trot by
Off jumped the horseman and ran to my side
“I am sorry Miss there has been a twist
My Master has been called to enlist
He has sent you these flowers and a little ring
And has asked you to wait until spring”
Off went the horseman on his horse so swift
I stare into my hands at the little gifts
Tears spilling down in tiny rivulets
Ruby red throated, black chinned birds are here
They fly in my porch and look at the door
Inviting me,"Take your camera, we are to be here
Until the winter cold blows, at least until winter".
Buzzes busily, attracted by red nectar
Wings going a hundred miles an hour
Delicate flowers Fushia a succulent dinner
Satin feathers of emerald green you’ve ever.
Flitting from place to place landing never
Never take much space, wings fluttering faster
Darting to and fro from flower to flower
It’s a joy to watch their flight with chitter chatter.
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Sixth place
Contest: Bird's
To die with dignity
in the midst of indignant pain
Eyes clenched, face contorted
Knowing you're at your end
Semi toothless, wrinkled
Mottled with brown age spots
Turkey gizzard neck
Eyes darting to and fro
Not fooled
By medical euphemisms
Not fooled by words
of false cheer
Counting ceiling tiles
Admiring florescent tube
Some scenic way to go
Don't you think?
Once more a sip of milk
Once more a warm embrace
Just one more minute
Without this pain,
Dear Lord...
I long to see
my lost ones
But I am not sure
If I will travel on
Or become as rememberless
as the dust I'll be
It's an art
to die
with dignity
I know of few
capable of such
My dear father
He showed me how
He set an example
I pray to emulate
I doubt I can
He is with me still...
Being God's Pen
Written: by Tom Wright
2006
Thoughts Promenade inside my head
Absent of composition or direction,
As water dollops on a heated griddle.
I pass time exhuming notions
Thought long ago perished.
From night filled crevices of my mother wit,
I examine ideas whose propellant
is as monster bat wings darting to and fro.
Free flying, suddenly vanishing,
As if having been exiled from my psyche.
Their duration, analogous to griddle dollops;
Once vaporization has occurred,
I'm left to contemplate these mental aerobics,
In selfish tones, while examining my worthiness
As God's humble quill this day.
Conceivably, those concepts I've pursued,
Will birth in ink another time.
A time of God's convenience and choosing.
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