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I was having a heavenly day far from city noise,
when a north wind swept me up, swirling and twirling;
and tumbling, I found myself under a tree branch,
beneath cool emerald leaves in a country wildflower field.
Nearby, a raging stream flowed on it's twining journey,
and a blue butterfly lay frozen in place, broken on a rock;
waiting to die, I listened to the birds twittering brightly,
and whispered to blue butterfly, I will not leave you.
For hours I stay in this serene rural place of beauty and death,
but my weary eyes closed and I had a dream of gliding;
then, the sun caressed me and butterfly wings of blue,
with delicate hues, only the Lord above could create.
The sun rose higher in the azure sky and she waited,
then, she lifted up in a gentle swirling breeze;
and blue butterfly hovered, hesitated, then was gone,
from this heavenly country idyll place far from city dwellings.
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November 20, 2019
Poetry/Idyll/A Rural Blue Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1199-844-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FGI Blog Series 9 - Idyll
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
The Cougar
How the Rouge Cougar
ruined your life
he killed your father
leaving you an orphan
in your teens
the Lady of the Forest
came to you
giving the power
the Cougar power
it started at age twenty one
every nigh
you transformed
to your hearts wish
your wish for vengeance
upon the one who destroyed
the once cheerful little boy
into a Cougar seeking
your heart for answers
soon they will come
one night the Rouge Cougar
finds you
a battle begins
of life or death
you're left weak and bloody
the Rouge Cougar dies
now you are free
free until you find
the nemesis
is still out there
he did not die
he is now after you
and your new family
Believe not tomorrow, the Dawn's fragrant lies,
Nor Love's fickle promise which heavenward flies
On gilded wings soon fallen to death
As songs which hearts sung gasp piteous breath.
O, sweetest poems my ear did assail
From lutes plied by angels 'pon shimmering vale
Which nebulous, floated nowhere save in Dream,
As my soul kisses gallows in wretched scream/
Now I walk midst the graves and envy the peace
Of slumber well-gained, and long for release
From the heart's empty exile, long laden with chains,
To sleep! Repose! beneath midnight rains...
Save this animal from it's fate.
Before it is too late.
Don't sit back and watch the sight.
Of thousands of animals, day and night.
Pile up dead.
Help to save them.
You can too.
Don't talk, see it through.
A thousand drivers, mechanics, all.
A thousand bulldozers to move the dirt.
We can make it work.
They must migrate for food.
We can make the way.
For them to come and go.
Without the agony they show.
You must not go away this year.
Give the money to save them.
Or, turn your back and kill them.
Sit on your sofa and watch them die.
With not even a sigh.
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he;s a leader
he,s a stealer
he,s fat from taking
what,s not his
he has puppets who do his
dirty work not caring who suffers
he holds his gut and secretly
calls them his faithful
he stole from the wrong one
now he,s roasting in the coals
and his puppets tried and tried
but no matter how hard they cry
the bell now rings
and on his strings they fly