Long Ladybirds Poems
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It's about the moments
By Michelle Morris
05/08/2023
It's about the moments
Between the moments
When we can step back
And breathe
Watch the dust dance
In the sunbeams
Crystals sparkle
In between
Sunlight and freedom
Magical breathtaking views
Seeing and believing
Living your joyous truth
Commune with nature
With God and His Angels
There is a greater truth
In this our blessed Universe
It's about the moments
How they connect to a life
They create this special journey
They help us focus on what's right
Oftentimes we realise
When looking back on it
That all those little moments
Are the biggest piece of our history
Watch more sunrises
Watch more sunsets
Watch the ocean
Waves and seahorses
Breathe the fresh air
Enjoy the flowers and bees
Parks and gardens and forests
Lakes and rivers and streams
From the smallest ladybirds
To the beautiful blue whales
All creatures small and large
On our planet Earth
It's all about the moments
Between the moments
When we can step back
And breathe
Watch the dust dance
In the sunbeams
Crystals sparkle
In between
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The most beautiful elf
On a pink rose did she stand
With ladybirds and butterflies
In a wondrous land
With snow capped mountains
And fields of green
Cotton wool clouds
Like a delightful dream
The butterflies fluttered
And the ladybirds danced
The beauty of the elf
Left my heart entranced
Dressed in pinks
With roses in her hair
En capturing this highlander
In his delightful stare
The beauty of her pose
With mother nature's creatures
The complexion of her skin
And the most beautiful of features
What a joyous place to be
In this haven of elf's and flowers
Where butterflies and ladybirds
En capture me for hours
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What is this friendship we covet
Is it special is it right.
It doesn't need to be sexual.
Sometimes I prefer you when your Intellectual.
A game two or one can play.
Endless childish fun all day.
Watching butterflies flutter bye.
Caterpillars racing them onto the leaves.
Honey bees that don't want to sting.
They are too busy collecting nectar for their queen.
Ladybirds of different colours racing up stems.
Spiders on webs waiting for a friend.
Flies that get stuck in her trap.
She cuddles them and wraps them in a bag.
Walking by the slow flowing stream.
We come to the pond. And play with frog spawn.
The dragonfly on red wings .
Catches a damsel fly to eat.
The birds sing gaily in this secluded spot.
We open our hamper and begin our picnic.
A squirrel comes over to see what he can nick.
You laugh at his boldness and throw him some biscuit.
He takes his prize up a tree he was right to risk it.
Across the pond a heron stands forlorn.
Waiting in the shadows for a fish meal.
I watch you captivated you haven't seen one before.
You take out your camera and get ready to take the shot.
He hears the click and goes into the air.
Your still excited even though the picture is blurred.
You turn and kiss me and thank me for spending time with you.
Two friends out for the day in the afternoon sun.
No need to rush no need to run.
This is what friendship is, just a day of fun.
But all things end and this day will too.
But never this bond between me and you.
It’s, for me, not nature’s just one aspect or the other;
But, each creature of nature is greater than the other.
An ant moving unnoticed under any leaf or flower,
Rolling food, even under feet of animals much heavier;
An earthworm incessantly tilling anyone’s land,
And unassumingly lending farmers its helping hand;
The bee hummingbird that drinks nectar from flowers,
And by way of pollination, its gratefulness reciprocates;
Beavers that in their masterly way reducing soil erosions,
And said to be improving the quality of water streams;
Llamas while making easy the mountaineers’ transportations,
Offer their hide and wool as fabrics, crafts, ropes, and rugs;
Rats that cooperate with human beings as regular rodents,
Though not considering themselves as contributing agents;
Squirrels that consistently shape plant compositions,
And impulsively burry seeds and enable plantations;
Crows the commonest of all scavenger birds in India,
Together with vulture, eagle, hawk, kite, and jackdaw;
Butterflies or dragonflies, or beetles or ladybirds,
Moths or bugs or bumblebees or leaf miner or spiders;
Animals domesticated or in the wild that might hit and kill
Who’s great, who’s small, in the mysterious life-cycle?
7th May 2021
ALL YOURS (May 9) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped windows
A misty mountain with a purple hue.
All my fields were evergreen
with flowers falling like confetti in between.
A rising sun in molten gold so bright
with shifting leaves along a riverside.
I painted mushrooms covering faries
Unicorns, princesses and queens
Happy trolls and Naughty elves
riding on watercoloured bees.
As such was life, Carefree
As beautiful as dreams.
Years rolled on, trees turned old
Vibrant colours became the past in an hourglass.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that is left are sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day.
But little child out there, Listen to me..
Never let clouds cover your soul with ash -of-grey
Like candyfloss, clouds might seem huge
But they're made of fluff...Blow them away.
Blow them away before it rains
Yet if rain pours its heavy drops
and gusty winds whirl from strong storms
Never give up!
Lilt up your head, seek with those eyes
In every journey a rainbow hides
Just keep on searching, do not be blind
Leave all your troubles way back behind.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that are left are Sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day
But now and then a spell's bestowed upon my name
With an old brush and childhood colours
I paint an orchard with sugar-maples
and fragrant blossoms blooming in May.
Summer is the season that brings forth buds and blooms,
When every hill and vale in green livery, clad,
When the busy bee around opening flower zooms,
And stray clouds in the blue-sky roam so glad.
It is the time when grasshoppers vault on silky grass,
When every blade and leaf at dawn sparkles with dew,
When black ants move with tiny carcasses en masse,
And ladybirds dance in frocks of black and red hue.
When on breezy evenings children set out to play,
And men go for angling in babbling brooks.
When farmers after the harvest dry their hay.
And sunbeams weave patterns even in forest nooks.
But summertime pleasantly cool in the evenings can turn,
Sultry at noon when lacerating rays come down to burn!
Dear Tom
If I had the courage to speak from the heart
Ladybirds of redness would sing from
It.
I imagined my pain was of your making
But it was only the making of life.
Now I'm alive like a ladybug.
Still small but making my way bravely
Forward and backward and forward again.
Now more smoothly and flying at times.
Dear Tom
If I could speak from my heart
I'd say
Nails have been stuck in my chest
After you left.
I cared about each one of your steps
I could not witness you make.
It was the kind of loving I wanted for myself.
Dear Tom.
Your silence is empty like a heart that's
Been shut -
But I give myself to it and I'm full of it
Now.
I call things for what they are
Too. Do you hear ?
Cause shying away from the heart
Keeps it shut.
Dear Tom
I imagined you could be my home but
This was my bad.
Like I could have owned your being and
Fill it with mine.
That's not loving, that's owning.
Colonising. I retract.
Dear Tom,
I honour your spirit.
May it be freer and freer
With each day like a ladybug
That flies it's own
Own
Own way.
It is said that deep in the forest green
And close to the silent flowing river
Where mystical green flowers lean
Along the banks marked with silver
Soft and damp with the dew shower
There lives a clan of ladybirds
Small and green and dotted with purple
They fly around dancing in herds
Tasting the nectar from the mighty maple
Which grow along the bank, in ample
And many a times when the night turns dark
And the moon shines silvery and bright
The ladybirds would be seen in an arc
Singing a sweet song of delight
Of pure love of a lady and a knight
And when the summer is tired and sleepy
And the golden buttercups filled with dew
The ladybugs gently slide under the canopy
To luxuriously bathe in this nature’s brew
And come out relaxed and shining new
3/4/13
Nature is magical, mystical and magnificent. Be inspired every day.
Perfectly formed
By Michelle Morris
23/08/2024
When last did you stop and notice
The perfection in the leaves?
The beauty of the flowers?
The scent of Nature's blessings in the breeze?
The perfectly formed tree stands tall
Surrounded by the adulation of wildflowers
The perfectly formed garden on a hill
Nature is magnificent and wields her powers
She creates sunflowers with sunny faces
She creates sand dunes that move and play
Fields and deserts, oases and forests
She is magical and creative
When last did you stop and notice
The mysterious allure of a wave?
Its life is over in an instant
And yet it still runs towards its Fate
Every perfectly formed wave
Is replaced by the next in line
We are in awe of the majesty
That is our ocean so sublime
Nature is a guardian
Nature is amazing
Nature is a magician
Nature is a soulful craving
Please stop and embrace the magic
Notice the butterflies and the bees
See dragonflies and ladybirds
Experience flora and fauna with ease
For we come from Nature
We are made to live within her space
We are perfectly formed by Source
And Nature is part of our DNA
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Okay, I must admit - no names have been changed to protect anything or anyone! PLEASE do not turn this political and no letters from any woman who might be offended or grievances from union members, this is something that should have been addressed long ago but thankfully we have righted the ship. Just a note for clarification - scientists call them "Coccinellidae", North America calls them ladybugs, the UK calls them ladybirds (no offense to the Johnson family)...other names are lady beetles, god's cow, lady clock and lady cow (the one that might offend women) I DIDN"T INVENT THE NAME - some thankfully long deceased scientist did! Anyhow I know you needed to know this...I'm a victim too - I peed on an electric cow (no pun or fun) fence in the fourth grade.
Oh, little bitty lady cow,
our fabled friend coccinellidae,
what will they call you now?!
Bring us luck, away you fly,
quickly now before you die.
Oh, black dotted ladybird,
our lady beetle garden friend,
everywhere your name is heard;
on your help we can depend
and all the lady luck you lend.
BUT there's a problem in the air;
ladybird, lady beetle, lady this, lady that.
The guy bugs say, "It's just not fair"!
So after a beetle union chat,
on their guy bug butts they sat.
So this year everything will change-
those changes have been made before;
so Person Beetle will be the new bug name.
After all, no reason to start a war
when correctness will equate the score...
written April 2013 - still work to do