Long Lepidoptera Poems

Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small satisfactions
within each day. Book consciously read.
And frustrations. Package dropped, honey...

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On learning to become a guru...

The following artfully crafted back in the day
(actually poetic endeavor presented below
written a few scant years ago) in response to
unexpected positive feedback received on
the most popular social media platform.

Unbeknownst to...

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On Learning To Become A Guru...

Unbeknownst to this unsuspecting witty mortal,
a reverberation attributed to butterfly effect
linkedin to hotmail twittering Facebook member,
who resides within Bhutan, his dignified volition
accorded me magnanimity titled sage without any

influential collusion from...

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Spiders – Arachnids

From the tiny pinhead Samoan Moss spider
To the huge Tarantula with legs spreading wider
Exists a diverse and interesting creature
With many a color and many a feature
Comparing ounce by ounce with steel
A spider’s silk...

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Can there alight so fair a symbol
as a butterfly whose flight arrested,
stays upon my shoulder just as if
you sent it there, suggested
through an energy defined
in your own sweetness, your own touch
beyond carnality, where spirit plays?

Can...

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It's the time of butterflies to fly
 angelic wings drifting hurried by
  in the powdered blue clouded sky;
retrograde illusions left from spring
 revolving a floating dance upon the wing
  venturing into summer's fling;
hovering...

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I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,  
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.

I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember...

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I am the queen of beauty the common butterfly, 
I spread my wings and flap away among the trees I fly.

My wings exhibit colours of green yellow and blue, 
red, orange and brown 
and even...

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A brown-winged Lepidoptera alights
My sweaty hand and tentatively flaps
Its delicate wings in morning sunlight. 
What seemed to me a long time was perhaps  
A moment or two that it lingered there. 
It unfurled its...

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Golden curls catch the morning sun,
Festooned with shards of amber light.
Cascades with grace across her face,
An innocent smile of pure delight.

On a playground of soft green grass,
The sight of butterflies in the sky.
Fluttering things on...

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