Long Butterfly Poems
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The persistent Texas heat and sunshine have given way to several cooler, partly cloudy days. I step outside, making my way to the nearby walking trails. I gaze up, the clouds lifting my spirits heavenward; I embrace this cloudy day, for it brings subtle whites and cool silvers that accent the sky above. The passing white blossoms of the sky bring a transitory shade. Upon the sidewalk I see a lone butterfly beneath a tree canopy, passing from subdued sun to mellow hues.
partly cloudy days, soft-filtered light
soul song becomes louder, more confident
in those sweet moments
self-reflection
Oh, the age of innocent play,
And to the park we went each day;
The park at the end of our street,
We would play like we were athletes.
I hung from play bars a monkey,
Brother focused seriously;
At baseball he hated defeat,
We would play like we were athletes.
I was a carefree butterfly,
Hey brother don't let that ball by;
No didn't want to go home to eat,
We would play like we were athletes.
The age of innocent is fast,
Little brother is but the past;
As a soldier death he would meet,
We would play like we were athletes.
Oh, I still am that butterfly,
That often hangs her head to cry;
My memory is bittersweet,
We would play like we were athletes.
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November 20, 2015
Poetry/Kyrielle/The Age of Innocent Play
Copyright Protected, ID 15-727-998-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Oil Painting 4&5,
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Planning a dream vacation traveling through Africa.
An African safari, our dream to enjoy capturing the memories
by photographing. We’ll mingle and learn about the people
with different backgrounds, cultures, and traditions.
And enjoy the energetic ritual dance and rhythm of
the African drums. Camp under the ebony stars
with the wild scent of firewood.
Explore the wildlife in their natural habitats.
Marvel at the sight of the massive gray elephants
beneath sapphire skies as their butterfly-wing ears flap
in communication and to cool down. Observe their long,
dexterous trunk, a nose, and part of their upper lip,
used like a tool to drink, feed, work, and communicate
with people and their own. To enjoy in wonder while they walk
in a group like hills across a sea of bush or forest, putting one foot
in front of the other in a pendulum-like motion in a graceful
movement lifting dust into the air, as they travel to the nearest
river to drink and bathe in a peaceful color wheel. Of warm
golden hours of fiery oranges and deep purples.
12/23/2025
I stab my heart
with metaphorical daggers,
wishing it was me in your place.
I'm impatient
waiting for you to say something.
How ironic you always despised silence,
now I wait for you to break yours
because your
motionless malady of muteness,
torments the tenderness,
of my apprehensive heart.
How i miss your melodious voice,
how you called my name.
Reflections of our last words linger -
increasing the anguish
of this unexpected reunion.
I reflect back to our youthful days
when you danced -
as elegant as a swan,
as delicate as a butterfly,
always inspiring the ink.
Until you danced away,
because life was not
what you wanted it to be -
not even me
but at least you were free.
You forgot about the west,
turned to the east,
became an icon of compassion.
I throw stones at the grim reaper -
do not answer his call of death.
I feel you are drowning,
won't you swim back to reality?
All I have is the power of prayer,
believing God will show mercy.
Hoping your flame flickers again,
not blowing away with winter winds.
The impact
Of every step
Brought each soul
To instant regret
...you ruined everything
Movement alone
Drew energy around
Negative and positive
Running up and down
...ruining everything
Your sweet presence
Wafting on waves
Breaking open the earth
Emptying graves
...leaving ruins
The old illusion is gone....
New life springs forth
Melodies lining the air
Remnants lie bare
The simulation that dared
....to ruin everything
Hope bursts open
In the moment of release
Catching away
All sickness and disease
...ruining everything
LOVE walking with man
Unity of faith and trust
Expanding to worlds unknown
Diving deep within the crust
...leaving only ruins
Of the old illusion forsaken
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-21-2026
I would want that all to happen for the first time.
I want all these feelings to be washed away.
I want to feel the warmth of the sun for the first time once.
I wanna cry in my mothers arms for the first time once again.
I wanna crawl back into her arms for the first time once again,
Those arms used to take my pain away.
I wanna see the flight of a butterfly for the first time once again;
No wonder that’s a gaze.
I wanna believe in magic for the first time.
I want the tooth fairy to teach me loosing’s a gain,
For the first time once again.
I wanna dance for the first time and feel that fall once again.
I wanna be touched by the love of my life for the first time once again,
But this time I want to be able to wash it all away.
I wanna drain all of my sorrows, I don’t want to be judged on my way.
I don’t wanna drown in the sorrow,
I want to make it happen for the first time all over again.
It’s no wonder I am in search of that first time once again.
I wish, I could, If I could, I would, flush it all away.
I want these unwanted memories to wash off so that,
I can feel it for the first time all over again.
A small-minded pack of blind monsters
shatter mirrors - igniting hateful fires.
Propaganda harlots donning rancid bellows
conspiring to divide the good people
into a yellow, petrified state of silence.
The fires root ever closer-burn hotter.
Bellows pumping faster-ever louder.
The sweet stride of the good people hobbled.
Diversity of mind has been socially castrated.
The good people flee to the fleeting shade
of a butterfly the prophets call faith.
...and within that dappled faith they wait.
Doubling down on automatics and hollow-tipped Gods.
Planting cement angels in razor wire gardens.
Bracing for the tribulation- praying wholeheartedly
for the day after tomorrow.
the entry below is an Acrostic with a beginning and ending couplet attached
"butterfly ballet"
twas one day God said "let there be butterflies"
they will grace heaven and earth along their skies
butterflies waltz
unveiled for all to see
telling the world
"take a look at me"
every classic move
resembles a ballet
floating and gliding
longing to be free
yearning visible light
bouncing to and fro
along earth and sea
let it be said
let it be done
everlasting is this flight
the timeless butterfly ballet
their story now told of glory so fine
ballerinas grace to the end of time
SkyWatcher - 05-21-17
I found a little caterpillar
it was climbing up my wall
He’s become my special friend
and I have named him Paul
He clung up on the ceiling
now what do you think of this
Paul changed before my very eyes
into a dark brown chrysalis
Paul lived in my bedroom for a week
then he emerged from his hard shell
I shouted loudly for my mom
you should have heard me yell
We sat on the bed to watch him
it took time for his wings to dry
Now Paul’s been transformed into
a most beautiful blue butterfly
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
03/07/21
I'm an emerald
echo of earth's
caterpillar, a
camouflaging
hiatus of muse
midst karmic rainstorms.
Enslaved to jealous
stars flaming within
infernal wings,
I yearn to spellbind
sacred heaven's throne,
chasing subconscious
liberty in crowned
soul of marine eyes.
Tracing saffron
fingertips in
silent smokes of
Venus, willingly,
I've scarred tuscan shine
of Aphrodite
with pearl's thermal ache.
So now, when new year's
first sunflower sings ~
breathing ambrosia
in gemstones of
bejeweled healing,
a poet shall be
reborn as a
ruby-amethyst,
snowtail butterfly.