Knew a delicate flyer named flutterby
She'd fly backwards not like other butterflies
Kept bumping into things
But on AGT she could sing
Sang opera brought a tear to my eyes
If you catch a butterfly and then you let it go
Do you ever wonder where the butterfly will go
Will she settle in a tree or fly up to the sky
Perhaps the pretty butterfly will simply flutter by
Or will the little butterfly go off and lay some eggs
To make some caterpillars with a lot of little legs
They’ll grow by eating lots of leaves and then they'll make a shell
Inside they'll sleep and soon become a butterfly as well
So if you catch a butterfly be sure to set it free
For everyone around the world will smile if they should see
A very pretty butterfly as pretty as can be
And you can say a butterfly was once a friend to me
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
Butterflies do flutter by and
leaves quiver in the wind
wind willows along its course
a vortexual vacuum of air
air rains down in droplets of life
life is abundant flowering rife
flowers delicately spread thier seed
so whispful the wind is all they need
whispy seeds and whispy wings
wings of bugs spreading things
of every fashion and imagineable type
imagination the heart of life
heart is the centre of what we are
all things have one even stars
stars so bright inspiring life
such distant points in inky night
night the fall of the day
day be born then of suns rays
rays like warm beams of love
a moonlit night a freedom dove
dove of peace 'tween God and man
man measures all things if he can
the rainbows promise and ever span.
A butterfly idea that floats on a whim,
And feeds on a carnal desire.
It feeds and it grows, devouring every thought,
Every thought in a quaint little fire.
These ideas crack and they sparkle, floating around,
Igniting seeds for a crop in the air.
They grow to fields of beautiful butterflies,
Laying all of my soul out to bare.
These fluttering souls from the seeds of my love,
Make me the man that I want to see.
A soul that knows where I stand, how I feel,
A soul that knows I am me.
While Sun puts food in flowers,
Poems flit across my mind;
And I must softly cast my net
To keep the powder on their wings.
Flutterby Streams
All around the flutterby’s
dancing in our midst
Streaming signs go unseen
spirits that we miss
Flutterby, Flutterby
Light upon me
Share your memory store
Flutterby, Flutterby
Don’t be shy
Enlighten with aura’s spore
Hands imploring, exploration
into delicate wisps
Hearts awakened soon are taken
with your delicate kiss
Copyright © 2013 Debra Squyres
*flutterby: Serendipity, or describing
a butterfly’s flight. Used in this poem
as streamed encounters with the spirit world.
Poetic license lol
FLUTTERBY
I am a flutterby
Fluttering happily by
With my fluffy wings
Going flip a flop, flip a flop
Oh that’s fluff a fluff, fluff a fluff
Who are you?
Broken hearted with no regrets
Sitting here wishing i could fly.
These wings are crippled and of no use
Grounded
Watching time pass me by.
The sky is the darkest of reds,
Painted with a thousand lonely hearts...
just hold me close
Its still too early to go
Dry your eyes, the deepest of blues
I love to watch you cry.
I watched in amazement as he perched and preened on my flower,
his kaleidoscope wings glistening in the sun.
Crouching patiently, admiring the glory and beauty of the moment,
the sun warmed our very beings and made us one.
Several moments passed while we enjoyed each other's company,
the beauty of the morning,
the song in the air...
A soft breeze- airborne, and he started off!
I jumped to fallow and tripped... on...
...something... wha...?...
I looked up, and he was gone.
The flower was gone, too. Long dead,- soon after the sun had gone.
How long, I don't know. No telling.
No promise of return.
My eyes had been closed.
It was only a dream...
Tears silently fall to my pillow as I mourn what I never had.
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