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Of all creatures in my ornamental garden, simple,
I admire and adore you, O butterfly beautiful!
Might be due to your tenderness or feebleness,
Or even just because of your very beautifulness...
I see you enjoying your experimental world,
With freedom, fearlessness, and joy abundant;
You sit upon whatsoever flower you want,
Inhaling freely their nectar whenever you need;
Fluttering your wings freely as and when you like,
Flying away from even best of flowers you dislike;
When you sit on some flowers you show endlessness,
While on others you seem to display hurriedness;
When you fly away from flowers you give an impression,
As though dusting pollens and thus enabling pollination;
When you fly you seem flying like an airplane nonstop,
At varying speeds and zigzag or flip-flap or hip-hop;
Often your unavailability of time you exhibit,
And stay lesser than soap-bubbles or fastest tied;
Yet you seem to enjoy each and every moment,
And displaying enthusiasm and freedom, and zest;
A miniature universe in yourself, you resemble
With forms, shapes, colors, and glamorous full;
How brief, indeed, O butterfly, is your lifespan!
Yet, are you worried at all about any hell or heaven?
7th May 2021
Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Love's pretty flower blooms with beauty in the spring
Nourished by caress of gentle rain
yet love can break a heart, leave it dangling on a string
As tears fall upon petals of pain
Love's pretty butterfly floats on summer breeze
Seeking love's sweet nectar, does it flutter yet in vain?
For love can lose its wings, and come crashing in the trees
Leaving teardrops on petals of pain
Love's pretty melody sung by birds in early morn
Echoes through the trees and down the tree lined lane
love songs can turn to breakup songs, piercing like a thorn
As tears are shed over lyrics which cause pain
The daylight with vigor, splendor and delight
And smiles bursting like layer of diamond in the sky
And a soft tender voice saturated with passion crawling
Under the sunlit cloud whispering a powerful message of hope
I wasn’t sure if I should go left or right so I stood quietly
At the crossroads and hum an elegant song
And waited for destiny to come along
It wasn’t one of those songs that you often hear on the radio
But one that resonate deep within the depth of a conscious mind
And all of a sudden the morning came alive with buzzing bees and butterfly and the assurance that everything was going to be alright
The heaven open with a deep sigh and traffic emerge from all sides
They descend on the high way in droves lanes crossing over lanes
They drove through the town until they reached the bridge
Patrons were there to welcome them in.
It wasn’t a welcome to warm their heart; it was one that was position for you to make a brand new start. People assemble on street forming longs lines from the entrance to the bridge, I have never seen anything like this before just about everything was moving in the same direction
They come by boat ship and sea fishing for the life of their dreams. They erect food stall around the town and people were shopping all around. The marching band stroll up and down the street with an electrifying rhythm sending chills through their feet. This was the same scene in every state city and town. People were floating all around,
They came out in droves some wearing skinny jeans and others dressed in long gowns. Business was thriving all around
long lines congested street and the temperature boiling all over the street
I asked myself what was going on and a voice shouted from the parking
And said early voting begins today.
I love what I see
and I am convinced that hope will catapult me to the highest degree
I just love what I see and I am waiting for thee.
A boundless smile, there is beauty to behold
Toward serene and luminous field adds more flowers in gold
But its on golden moonbeams I take my flight
For the caress of your fragrant petals of white
As a butterfly slides slowly on the winds
Like the numberless pictures and sounds in minds
I catch your scent upon the breeze
A fragrance of seductive tease
A painting impresses my mind, the setting sun
Painted in colors of such beauty, her rays are spun
But I come to you as Luna's lullaby
A dulcet melody in the night sky
I swirl around your aura, my beautiful flower
Unable to resist your enchanting power
The future with you, each and every day nearest
To the rest of our lives, in loving embrace my dearest
At the end of the day, the heavens gleam
Sleep now, no pain will wake you from your dream
So I'll leave you Luna's lullaby before I depart
To keep in harmony, the rhythm of our hearts
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Collaboration Contest
Written by: Joseph May and Anne-Lise Andresen
1st place in the contest
7/11/17
Into the horrid heat of my summer
You fall as drops of rain,
Nay, as drops of love’s elixir.
The broken memories I have treasured,
Tumble and roll round like marbles.
In this ravenous night
As I sit outside all alone,
Looking into the night sky
I see blinking stars here and there,
And my memories swim
Around a starry-eyed girl
My mind speeds like a steed to those days
That had the beauty and brilliance,
Of the arching rainbows of the blue
And the glowing hues of peacock feathers
You were then the rhyme and rhythm of my life.
The song and melody of my spirit,
The symphony in my violin,
The alluring dream of my nights.
Once you got into my garden of love unbidden
Like a flitting butterfly,
A leaping grasshopper,
A honey sucking bee,
A winging robin,
When the breeze was hissing,
When the flowers were nodding,
And perched on my shoulder.
I plucked for you a red, red rose,
And you savored its fragrance.
That very day you became my friend.
You became the rose in my garden of love
You spread a pervading aroma,
That wafted into me with every gushing wind.
You became the throb of my life.
My singular passion,
A rising flame,
My heart’s silent language,
The sole focus of my life.
But now I am a jigsaw puzzle
left unsolved.
You are the missing piece!
Please listen to the whispers of my silent heart!
In the dream of others, I struggle like a leaf carried by unknown winds,
Caught in a web of desires and expectations not my own, my soul a voiceless prisoner,
I navigate illusions, a shadow lost in a maze of borrowed dreams,
And wonder, with each step, how much of me remains, how much is lost in the abyss.
Like a river carving its path through darkened valleys, so flow my thoughts, restless and murky,
Seeking the true essence of myself, buried beneath layers of conformity,
Three-fourths of me have dissolved into the ocean of others' expectations,
And I am left with but a fragment, a pale flicker of what I could have been, of what I am.
In the mirror of time, I see distorted reflections of my self,
Faces that are not my own, gestures that feel foreign, all dancing to the rhythm imposed by the world,
I am an actor on a stage without a curtain, playing roles written by unknown hands,
And I wonder if I shall ever claim my own script, my own destiny.
In nights that stretch long, when the moon casts its silver glow upon slumbering dreams,
I hear distant whispers, calling me to reclaim my lost self,
But the dawn brings with it the familiar masks, and once again I am lost in the dance of puppets,
Caught between the desire to be myself and the fear of disappointing.
I break myself into pieces, offering fragments of me to the world,
Three-fourths of my essence melds into the mold of conformity,
And I am left with but a fraction, a mere shadow of my unfulfilled potential,
An unfinished symphony, a dream shattered into a thousand pieces.
In the silence of the night, I dream of liberation,
Of the moment when I shall break the chains of others' dreams,
When I shall reclaim the three-fourths lost of my being,
And dance, finally, to the rhythm of my own heart.
But morning comes, and with it, the harsh reality,
That I am still ensnared in the web of foreign dreams,
A butterfly with wings glued to the spider's web of conformity,
Struggling to take flight, yet too weak to break free.
And yet, deep within me, a spark of hope still flickers,
That one day I shall find the courage to be myself,
To reclaim my lost essence and live my own dream,
Freed, at last, from the captivity of others' desires.
Untamed ebony hair cascaded,
some swirled in sensual squall,
some laced the lattice of lust
on your ivory forehead canvas,
engraving the contours of charm,
configured the captivating last visage .
The dove eyes danced in the blue sea
on the melody waves of fervor,
the eyelids fluttered with butterfly
with image of your last dream on its wings,
floated in the folding air of yearning,
lest it drifted away in wilderness wind.
The crimson cheeks suffused to shine
with the radiance of blooming rose,
spread the seductive scent in zephyr,
caressing me with the touch of longing,
created the colors of glowing glamour,
put on your last portrait I painted.
The rose buds unfurled on luscious lips
with the lilac luster of sunburst dawn,
the mesmeric allure sparkled
like pearls of dew on petals of pink rose,
flashed the spark of your last smile,
lighting up the lone lane of my memory.
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January 29, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Pick Contest
Here sits a lady so fine and fair,
In the woods, with bright flowing
hair.
Her mind fades from reality,
As she focuses on a wild lily.
As she raises her eyes,
The once blue skies,
Are now purple, with two suns
And instead of one, 4 moons.
As a large butterfly flies by in the air,
It turns to an alien bird with rainbow
hair;
And a once pine tree is now blue and
brilliant.
Streets of stone fade over the
horizon distant.
She stands on the edge of a great
cliff;
And smells of death she begins to
sniff,
As she looks over a large battle field,
Weapons fire large blasts of great
yield.
As one flare fires strait for where she
stands,
She off the cliff and plunges toward
land.
As she nears the ground of that alien
place,
She returns to the world which has
relevance.
You grip my hands as they begin to shake,
With tears in your eyes, Sweetheart, everything will be ok,
I gave you grandma's butterfly and you held it in your hand,
So you could look at it everyday until Jesus takes you home again,
I can't thank you enough for all the love you gave,
For everything you sacrificed, I thanked you over and over again,
The only man on this earth I respected the most,
You always gave, never complained, not once did you boast,
You were the example of Gods love to me everyday,
Peeking through the door i watched you on your knees to pray,
You hold a place in my heart no man could fill,
You gave me peace and security, your heart was so real,
I paused at the door, I can't bear to watch you leave,
What will I do without you, my heart can't breathe,
He dreamed he could fly on gossamer wings,
and understands now why the sparrow sings.
It all seemed so real he never thought twice,
that a joy like that would come with a price.
He thought to himself I'm living the dream,
but what are the costs that are left unseen?
Could the butterfly be dreaming of me,
or somebody else dreaming all three?
People walk around as if they were blind,
to refuse to see is the darkest kind!
Others wear glasses the color of rose,
and refuse to see in front of their nose.
Then there are a few that you can't believe,
who can make magic nothing up their sleeve.
The world is yours take it in your hand,
every empire will turn back to sand.
Every emperor that has been so far,
is now just a name they gave to a star.
This place they call Earth is a mystery,
so live your dreams and let your soul run free!
date:10/10/19
contest:Living The Dream
sponsor:Line Gautier