Butterfly Grave Poems

Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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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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Flower

I'm saying flower
I love you even if it hurt
Sometimes in God's head
Or sometimes on foot
again in your bed
Still I’m blowing in your yard.

I'm saying flower
No...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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Glory in the Day

Your bright light...
is beyond beautiful. 
As You are King. 
That means everything, 
that it can and more. 
Beyond my reckoning. 

I long...

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Planning Better

The goal line is high, 
and it will take most of my life, 
to climb to the top. 
That is okay, 
as an objective...

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The Moon
(not made of cheese)

Space "cadet", 
what a wonderful word, 
that means student of the stars. 
I gaze up into the heavens, 
knowing God is...

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Blushing Strangers

The funnies things happen, 
when you go to church, 
and you are loving the Lord. 
There is a feeling that comes. 
It is HIM!...

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The Restaurant 
(55+ )

Crows eyes and acorn feet, 
What will I look like, 
When I get old?
When will that be?

Kindergarten ABC’s, 
Elementary 123’s, 
High (School)...

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The Drop

I put tissue in my purse.
Lens cleaners for glasses,
a half handful of suckers.
a kid’s book, colors and even…
a doll,  and small train set.

I...

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Butterflies began landing on his mama’s grave a little after the dew dried.
One butterfly became two, two became six. Six became a bouquet.
Tommy looked up...

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This sad station or stasis of education 
people over social media no relation 
this web taking over our nation

patiently waiting the debating 
America the land...

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John Sullivan, a man among men
Digging digging, deep as can't show
Laying the dirt, for him for his home
The king's castle, for stature of stone

Caterpillars, creeping...

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White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I...

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Personally, the god above your shoulders is not me
Nor have any angels graced tonights warm sun down
But ordinarily thought, I'll be the single that you'd...

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