A butterfly flitted into view
Then quickly bidded me: Adieu
But its’ image there lingers still
Its’ gyrations of freewill
For I had been a butterfly
And yes my Life did typify
Carefree flitting (my chosen fate)
For the next “flower” I couldn’t wait
I paid no heed unto the wind
Going forward, undisciplined
Always flowers – always time
Looking for my next “stem” to climb
But I see sunset drawing near
When time and flowers will disappear
But no regrets for The Butterfly
The one I saw, and the one that’s: I
These days once treasured
monuments are let
to weather away
or are bullied
and bulldozed to rubble.
Others have small cracks
picked at by compulsive minds
bent on excavating small lesions
into large, gaping wounds.
We are left with sad avenues
lined with inflated puppets
convulsing in weird gyrations
by belly fulls of blown air,
each with a power cord
stuck up you know where.
spectacular view
the spring savage gyrations -
path with blue lupines
One step back, two steps forward,
Swing around and do the dance,
Keep it fast, a little awkward
A whole world audience to entrance.
Now you've got them captivated
Up the tempo, raise the heat,
Some may need to be sedated
As they wither from your beat.
Hearts loud-pounding, foreheads thumping,
Gasping air among the shouts,
Doomsayers bleating, markets jumping,
Second guessing, full of doubts.
Quite the showman, what a show,
Media breathless wanting more,
Fans elated, bask in tow,
Others crowing, keeping score.
Just the start, watch him work,
Revelations by the day,
Not all true, surprises lurk,
Act with haste, keep foes at bay.
As for us enthralled spectators
Barely able to keep track,
Cajoled and pressed by paid narrators,
Every week a heart attack.
If we can but drown the chatter,
Keep a cool head, crack a smile,
Train our thoughts to things that matter,
Take the long view, wait a while.
Let the music work its magic,
His gyrations entertain,
Learn that life need not be tragic,
See the sunshine through the rain.
RAI 5/25
In the silken cozy of twilight's ardent hues,
Butterfly wings paint the zephyrous blues,
With opulent raqs and rhythmic salsa gyrations,
Portraying catharsis in lucid, serene orations.
Emerald mermaids flotte on shimmering liquid gold,
Aureate tresses alight crystalline waters cold,
A swirling shoal of minnows ballet in their wake,
A playful dolphin frolicking in the kaleidoscopic bay.
A choir of chirpy birds, decked in celestial guise,
Weaves a pastel canopy, lifts weary soul to the skies.
If only humanity could mirror nature’s resplendent glow,
Blessings in disguise, in angelic avatars they'd bestow.
For her own sensual pleasure, she loved to dance
Never giving in again, to her need for romance
for once, long ago, a man had broken her heart
To this wild gypsy woman, the dance was an art
Her torrid gyrations were evidence of her passion
Sensual, her heart to passion
*Phoenix sixain form
Chicago, you rooted me down while lifting me up. Providing the nourishment I needed since I was a little stump. I’ve grown so much over the years and now ready to brave a new frontier.
My root system traces back for generations. Sprouting offspring that remained planted for decades while weathering life’s gyrations. For most of my time I thought I’d stay grounded too. But the time has come to cultivate fresh soil to sow some seeds anew.
The uprooting is stirring sadness deep in the dirt of my soul. Separating from my forest causing me to question if I’ll still be whole. Realizing why it’s so painful to say farewell is because the amount of strong oak trees I was surrounded by was so plentiful.
The sadness is sure to come and go even after I depart, however my Chicago roots will forever remain entwined around the frame of my heart.
festivals flare up
in July’s fever
cooler instruments prevail over time
snare-drums’ syncopation
grass skirts' gyrations
blank verse douses their rhyme
The legendary teen idol Elvis Aaron Presley
was criticized for his gyrations, expressly.
And yet, this shooting star went supernova,
morphing into a teenage Casanova.
When this Memphis boy began to croon
he'd wildly grind his hips to the tune;
and flashing his ice-blue eyes,
he'd generate tears and sighs;
while making the young girls scream and swoon.
Born blond, he dyed his hair black
and the King never went back.
He seemed to suffer an itch,
the way he would twist and twitch.
KINETICISTA
mobile
gyrations
in patterns
of light
&hadow
in
elaborate
assemblages
reflecting
change
with
moving
effect
in
random
moments
of
ever-changing
sequence
Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s coastal fog,
stunned by the heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
On
shore
visions
magic sweep
splashy catalyst
at the cusp of exotic veil
uncanny blissful streams tantalising ebb and flow
a lure for august swimmer mesmerised by mammoth currents awash with silver froth
Gust
of
saline
grain torrents
that skim cliff edges
taunt emboldened in situ bard,
where farsighted jostling amid picturesque quaint beach,
spurs bright imaginary floodgates, a deluge of opulent visual fantasm
Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s inner fog,
stunned by a heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
conjured visualisations
what are they but creations
heart’s desires holding onto hope
to witness the rhythm of bliss gyrations
Book on lap, propped open...
ears plugged, feel the gyrations!
hark to the beat, the beep!~ follow the
bouncing ball dazzling screen –
I seek to wring my mind, hang-out
in sunlight for drying. I seek to detach collar,
for leash-less fly -- desiring to lead, cease being
a sightless led eye –
feeling need to mark territory
with my own scented splatter --
Stunningly scampering snowy week sailings soar
Kinesthetically hovering more and more
Incredibly intriguing impressive chill thrills,
Ineffable curves and crawls betwixt snowy hills
Normal natural, yet, novel navigations
Gorgeously graceful with groundbreaking gyrations...
17 January 2023
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