Butterfly Eve Poems

Go gentle into life’s eve, death’s your friend,
Old age clamours to wear a new garment,
Rage not against death, death is not an end.

Should night be...

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Butterfly 
Passing by
It's colors catch my eye
Sitting silently watching all,
Around the corner comes fall
Looking around there is so much to see
Leaning against this tree
Watching nature...

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Colors chase the sun into evening ~ its reflection in risen moon.


blooms glow sunset hues
gold time has stopped in magic
and pretty tree songs


Purple butterflies exude...

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trees whispering leaves
and shrinking sun serenade ~
homes in formation

treasure fading gold
what happened to my sweet noon ~
but moon's still cherished

starlight appearing
over bustling city streets ~
in...

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Tranquil, pearly moon arises, at the tangerine end of the memorable day,
Just like the ones we knew back when, until golden time was swept away.

Dressed...

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Daughter of Jezebel she is
A perfect shape she has
so enticing and captivating
Her Secret Admirer I am 

On the Altar she sang
her angelic voice I revered
My...

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The dawn's morningtide lavender mistiness,
Cloaked the deep emerald fields and woods,
And mother nature wore good morning smiles,
In gay fragrant blooms, all colors and styles.
The happy...

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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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Halt, halt,

Give Lust your hands, but NOT your hearts,

For when they hover around you,

You are an imminent carcass,

Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a...

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Distance Squared

The speed of light
is exactly how fast
my heart sends;
every prayer, 
every good thought, 
every perfect wish! 

The bright candle between us, 
it is the...

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Workers on the Eve

The halls are white, 
and clean… pristine. 
The tree at the nurse’s station, 
blinks brightly. 
Cheer is in the air, 
even for...

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One of the joys of summer are lightning bugs.Do you remember, as a child, chasing them on a balmy evening? They are so elusive. When...

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As darkness descends.
Tranquil as time flows past. 
With this precious rest.
Led out on the grass.

Sleepless slumber in dreamlike clarity. 
Summer thunder above a scenic prairie....

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Thus upon a strategic seat we hoped for,
or politely sought from manager of the house
ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity,
where impossibility to...

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Original, Ja is the original that never diminishes, s/he is love herself, the infinite, El Shaddai, Ruach Hakodesh, Ja, they are all one. What are...

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