Long Damselfly Poems
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Such beauty and so full of life,
she's flitting to and fro,
from plant to plant to find best perch
and put herself on show.
Sprawling in the midday sun
she is a splendid sight.
Her slender abdomen dressed in
metallic blue so bright.
Her wings are thin fragile fabric,
fine lace she must protect.
Her huge domed eyes focussed and keen
search around to locate
the fittest males upon the scene.
There's one with flying skill.
He plays the game of hide and seek.
Now, she joins in the thrill.
They fly off to the undergrowth.
In heartwheel there they play.
Now all her eggs become fertile.
A batch of them she lay
and after some minutes of rest
she starts another game,
but this time with different male.
This lady has no shame.
Written: April 06, 2024
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Dandelion, damselfly, do you pray.
What sort of topics do you often display?
A lovely wind blows, oh sweet breeze.
A twinkling star, if you so desire to ease.
Put a halt to each anxiety and strain.
Beyond the expanse of unobstructed stain,
Watch delicate petals as they float away.
Be mindful, in a spirit of humility sway.
As recollections of aesthetic days emerge,
Amid an ambiguous disguise may surge.
Utterances were composed with confidence.
A thoroughly accomplished yarn providence.
Emerald paradise keeps purple violets and yellow daffodils true
Possibly an enchanted nirvana, selected for my eyes alone.
Air so clean here, the monarch butterfly is singing a ditty
Joy, and hope as available as the apples dropped in the orchard.
I breathe in faith that my fellow man will do the right thing.
Winged faerie posing as a damselfly alights on a light pink tulip.
Shall we seek the bountiful garden next? She whispers.
I am entranced, a damsel fly has never before said my name.
Scarlet cone flowers wave goodbye as we head to the vegetable garden.
I look past the produce for a minute toward the zenith of the horizon.
Oak tree soldiers stand guard, making sure everything is kosher.
I feel an upbeat optimism I did not have before we reached these carrots.
If I should find a Butterfly,
Neath the Willow tree,
I’d recall how she’d been an ugly bug,
But now a wondrous, sight to see.
If I could talk to a Dragonfly,
Hovering by the water spring,
We’d talk of flight so graceful,
and life, on gossamer wing.
If I look upon the Crane fly,
Attracted by the light,
His giant wings are flapping,
In a transient, short-lived fight.
If I might walk with a Firefly,
In the twilight time of day,
This tiny insect with belly aglow,
Will help, to light my way.
If I sat down with the Mayfly,
As she skims the river flow,
Applaud her airborne gymnastics,
While life all around, moves slow.
If I should see the Damselfly,
Resting on a leaf by a pond,
I’d remark at his long red body,
At one, with nature and their bond
Cinderella Damselfly was inspired as she clung to the Nebraska wheat
her sparkly filigree wings were dazzled with Midwestern dew.
she clung to the stalk in a desperate lonely ignored women’s way.
her empathy felt that something marvelous would arrive with the sun.
her translucent wings would soon be dried and she could glide away.
where to go? Who needed a miracle lift? A glimpse of the spirit world?
damselfly watched a gorgeous male cardinal fly off to the east.
was this a God sign that she should she go west? Was east covered?
or did east need extra help from willing spiritual messengers?
Cinderella Damselfly had time to think about it; her wings were not yet dry.
Pan’s Pip was fluttering close to the rose.
We saw her tiptoe on it, then twirling her toes.
She’s a ballerina said the hedgehog, totally smitten.
“I don’t agree,” said the brownie crawling out of a mitten.
Where did that come from? Asked a light damselfly.
Not sure, the brownie said, but it will make you cry.
There are dreams in there that will keep you up all night.
With your eyes all googly, full of terrified fright.
I wish you would find a new place to sleep, his cousin said.
That mitten has dreams that have messed up your head.
Pan’s Pip heard and came by to give an adjustment to the bed.
Great dreams came now, fed into the mitten’s yard head.
Eschewing the catastrophic world
towards a tranquil place, I headed;
The heavenly aroma spread around
transported my soul into a place astound
A place where the music was born
A place where dawn chorus begins
A place where the earth is adorned
A place where tranquillity just exists
A place where the purity still persists
A place where negativity resists to step in
The still water reflecting the moon round
Kindled the pleasing memories abound
Hues of cherubic green everywhere
I heard the whispers of Angels in the air
An angel sang lullaby
An angel turned into a damselfly
An angel narrated stories to the babies
An angel noted down the dandelion wishes
A cupid was busy uniting the bride and groom
Another one was playing under the mushroom
Haven't been to a place like this before
Never ever tried to open a mystical mind door
Glad I did it now at least
For my soul witnessed an idyllic place at last
30- March - 2024
there was a brave teeny tiny tsetse fly
he tended to zoom up extremely high
jealous gnome cautioned him “you could die!”
he did not pause to even ask him why.
Sunday, he landed in blueberry pie
dragonfly was there, who said, "it is a tie!"
next he stepped on bread, grained and rye
damselfly followed him as way to defy
stop following me, he said with a sigh
she argued, knowing she would never comply
he landed on a soap bar made from lye
next to him he heard a tiny “hi”
dragonfly had landed on tsetse fly’s thigh
he thought he would try to say goodbye
damselfly was there, and in no way shy
they both zoomed with him into the sky
Spring skips along over billowed clouds
peers down at the brown, drying glades,
many trees with branches bare, yet proud
all still in winter masquerade.
"This mustn't be," Spring cries in alarm
"where is the green, but a year ago?"
Sprinkling seeds with a rose flower charm
blows kisses to buds to help them grow.
Leaves smile as a gentle raindrop falls
and Rainbow sits near color-filled cloud
Lightning laughs at Thunder's roaring calls
as Skies celebrate brightly and loud.
Flowers awaken, shake off raindrops
and birds in trees sing curious rhyme.
Fairy Damselfly rests midst green copse
and Butterflies arrive right on time.
February 21, 2023
for Joseph May's "In Bloom" contest
First
Inklings of Love
Love is a never ending daisy chain
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew
Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain.
Cherish that you have a treasure so true
Celebrate that her love glitters and glows
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew.
In fragrance of daisies where'er she goes
Enlighten her she's your favoured flora
Celebrate that her love glitters and glows.
Tell her often you adore her aura
Sprinkle stardust when’er she pirouettes
Enlighten her she’s your favoured flora.
Admire her for her exquisite assets
Create glorious memoir souvenirs
Sprinkle stardust when’er she pirouettes.
On her bestow moonbeam, smile through the years
Love is a never ending daisy chain
Create glorious memoir souvenirs
Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain.
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21st April 2023
Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh