Stripped of friends and family
she lives in squalor’s misery
The tiny tenement room
bespeaks her gloom and doom
Yet when Friday evening arrives
her heart flutters, comes alive
Ignited by kindling Sabbath lights
her face aglow throughout the night
When I think about you my heart flutters,
A hush like wind through evening shutters—
Soft and sudden, tender-sweet,
The pulse beneath my thoughts and feet.
Beauty and books, how close they lie,
Like stars that lean in to kiss the sky.
Wisdom and knowledge, gently sewn
From seeds the same wild tree has grown.
I’ve seen your gaze in candlelight,
Like dawn that steals the strength of night.
In quiet halls your name appears
Between the lines of ancient words.
Pink oysters bloom within my dreams,
Drifting down soft silver streams—
So strange, so bright, their ghostly hue,
As if the sea were dreaming too.
You are the hush in whispered pages,
The calm that stills the storm of ages.
Your words are dew on morning’s face,
A quiet truth, a kind of grace.
Though time may scatter what we knew,
Each thought of you begins anew.
And in my breast a sparrow sings—
A flutter born on hidden wings.
So when I think of you, I go
Where petals fall and moonlight flows—
Where beauty, books, and dreams combine
To make the fleeting moment mine.
Her heart flutters everytime she hears my name
It's like my name calls to her heart
And it willingly heeds to my voice
Cause it soothes
It reassures her that I'm around
Cause when my name is called
She knows I'm somewhere close
There to watch over her
It reassures her that I'll always be here
To see her growth for she's not just a flower
She's a whole garden of flowers
With lots of beauty to marvel at
Her heart flutters everytime she hears my name
Cause my name unlocks memories
Memories she's held like treasure in her heart
And with my name she relives each one in her eyes
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she becalms senses
heart leaps sensing smell of love
peace flutters sky high
Dec. 1, 2021
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Deep and deliberate
The voice of a soul
Who’s circled
At the gates
Of hell
Come back
Loaded with
A message
To set things right
I’d recognize
His voice
Anywhere
Bluesy
Sultry
Seductive
Intoxicating
Shout out
To my very core
Call out
To my very soul
Transfixed
Quivering
I’m a captive
Hummingbird
It’s not the words
He says
Or those he doesn’t
It’s the music
The delivery
How it emanates
From depths within
Resonates
Beneath my skin
Baring his soul
A vulnerability
Unlike any
I’ve ever seen
Whispering
Mercilessly
Strumming
At my heart
His hot breath
At the nape
Of my neck
Kissed and
Caressed
Blissfully
Given
Possessed
And spent
Tears that cry
To be set free
Feeling mellow
Transported
On a cosmic journey
Clinging to his wing
Bringing me to
Heaven’s gate
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AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
I see her wink
My heart flutters
She bats her eyelashes
My knees are butter
Sultry, she strolls toward me
O, sublime, supreme ecstasy --
She deigns to speak, "Prithee,
Who you staring at, retiree?"
soft scarlet flutters
in winter's pristine chilled air—
a cardinal calls
3-15-19
Writing Challenge 2, March 2019 - Haiku- Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
Can you see those waves out there upon the water wafting
The wind clashing across the water whispers the sound of silence
With this moonlit night the stars are glowing across the water waves
Do you think perchance I may hold your hand while we stand on shore
My heart had flutters as she reached for my hand and her eyes sparkling
My mind was racing thinking of folly when she looked into my eyes
I was getting a little dank underneath my arms from the heat of her body
I tried to daub it when she was not looking an embarrassment I must say
Happenstances may have been worse for the rain started to fall
We had decided that it would be best to go into my cabin for the rest
Contest Name: Eight word challenge-Barbenesque
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Date Created: 01/21/2019
1.Wafting
2.Daub
3.Whispers
4.Dank
5.Flutters
6.Perchance
7.Folly
8.Happenstance
my heart flutters
in the breeze of true love
i blow you a kiss
© Mick E Talbot 2017
her infectious smile
attracts, like moths to a flame
petite, tanned, dark locks
ones heart flutters amidst thoughts
her beauty, abounds, I'm caught
.
As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada
Marveling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that Monarch butterfly once again takes flight
Four times it had to shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies
that somehow against all odds survived…
A miracle is what I see each time a Monarch butterfly, flutters by.
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In her cocoon she sleeps safe and warm
waiting for the day her wings are born.
Tender hearted with dreams of flying high
and for the day when everyone will notice
the pretty little butterfly that flutters by.
Strong and brave she will grace the sky
in hues of blue and sunny yellow glistening
in her eyes. Time is short but she will share
with every perfectly designed wing, she'll bring to
those who see, all her love for life and care.
Touch her not and un-dust her wings for her
fluttering brings stories ones mind can not see.
Listen close to her wings for within the sound
lies the story of the butterfly who's beauty
astounds.
The misty, morning, dew upon the rose, waits for her
kiss of pleasure that only the rose will ever know.
Her feet have been blessed by heaven abound to never
have to touch the ground.
Sit silently and watch and see, you will hear and see the
sweetest of melodies, dancing in the sky as the
butterfly flutters by.
The Butterfly Flutters By
Butterfly flutters by and glorious time stands still
life springs forth and joy leaps to overfill
A beauty sent to bring heavenly and great delight
like the glory of moon and stars on a clear night
Flashes of vibrant rainbows pass into the magic scene
pureness, life emerging in a passing so serene
Pushing away all thoughts of trouble, pain and despair
fluttering all about while landing here and there
Winged eye pleasing music as butterfly flies so well
raining colors that forever last without fail
A pass, a solo and a double circle around my head
soothing as a sweet dream resting in my old bed
Butterfly flutters by , sun and flowers deeply sigh
Nature's finest art floating in scenic sky
Outshines their glory as it shows it's blessed gifts
a flash of paradise proudly dancing that so uplifts
Robert J. Lindley, 05-20-2014
Just when the weight on my shoulders feels heaviest;
Just when my world of problems is making me cry;
Just when the crazies around me are at their craziest …
… the butterfly flutters by.
Just when I reach the end of the rope I hang onto;
Just when I am ready to ask the Good Lord, “Why?”;
Just when my head is about to split in two …
… the butterfly flutters by.
And suddenly, the weight is less heavy;
No tears do I need to cry;
The crazies regain their sanity …
… and the butterfly winks an eye.
The rope is my salvation;
The Good Lord gives His reply;
My head is in one piece again
… sing praise to the butterfly.
The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells,
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*
*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina,
California. The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo. The author has written many songs and poems
while waiting in his bus between runs.
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