Long Monarch butterfly Poems
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As you feed our dear gentle monarch butterfly, your green plant provides shelter for her babies, as the caterpillar grows, it munches on your leaves, drinks your poison..
Fall is upon us, as is the cooler weather, yet you pop open, to reveal your seeds and your white fluff, so we can sprinkle your seeds, amongst the ground, just as GOD asks US to sprinkle HIS love amongst HIS children…
Your beauty of your seeds, white fluff, you touch our lives, eyes, soul, thank you Milkweed pod, for bursting with beauty so we can sprinkle your seeds amongst GODS open fields..
May we with gentle hands, pluck your pods, break open as to reveal your seeds, fluff, sand blow with the very breath of GOD to make a wish as a dandelion, watch your seed as they flow effortlessly to the fields of grace…
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.
The moon nestles within a celestial quilt,
as the sun sleepily peeks through the indigo sky.
Chartreuse canopies sway against a mid-autumn sunrise.
Mahogany leaves, scattered upon frost-tipped, ombré blades of grass,
crackle under the patter of the feet of does.
Canadian geese flock, gliding toward home.
The inaugural snowflakes of winter flutter on teal breezes.
Inhaling the crisp morning air, it melts on cherry lips.
Warmth from the sun's silhouette dances playfully on curious hands.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wraps you in comfort,
Whilst a monarch butterfly rests on the last dandelion fiercely holding on.
As the threads of autumn gingerly unravel,
they reweave into winter's aquamarine tapestry,
the transition of seasons bringing forth a time of peaceful reflection.
Gentle giant in the sky, as you wait for your guests to arrive, I will bed down on your forest floor, and listen to your beautiful sounds, I hear crickets, birds, snakes galore, all going about, looking for some nutritious eats, we all must nourish our souls with whatever nature provides.
It's spring here now, that only means one thing, the deer are running about, giving birth to their young, and finding out, only the strong will survive in this vast forest we have.
I can hear the gentle majestic creatures,they are flying high above our heads above, they are coming to bed on your special branches Oyami tree, aren't You happy now? They are beautiful beyond words, they land on my head, not a muscle I move, for I have been waiting forever for this to come about.
Dear strong Oyami tree, how I wish people knew, how truly special this moment is, to be surrounded by unimaginable beauty, wings of orange and black, a insect so small, yet so strong, they have chosen your strong branches to make as their safe home, I know they are safe from cold, heat and harm, Won't you join me in singing my song of praise? For the majestic monarch butterfly is again home to wish us peace, love, and to say we are finally one..
Delicate Luna moth in pale dress of lovely green,
With giant sunshine colored painted orbs rarely seen,
Fairy-like magic, paving the way for butterflies.
Reigning queen of the cattail marsh, in every brownie’s eyes.
Passing nature’s crown and scepter at the end of each day,
Monarch magic soon flits around the pond, showing her play.
Enormous reverent bullfrogs croak their ridiculous song,
Night’s mysticism cloaking us in secrecy, never wrong.
A feeling of calmness permeates throughout the night.
Lingers several hours after day break has taken flight.
Luna moth and monarch butterfly both getting their due.
The marsh is meditatively quiet, thanks to these wonderful two.
I was out in Deborah’s garden the other day when what should catch my eye
flitting from flower to flower but a monarch butterfly.
A walk through Deborah’s flower garden is brimming with surprises…
Like when that monarch was joined by other butterflies of all colors, shapes and sizes.
Nature is always trying to teach us…for she is experienced, enlightened and wise….
and her most basic lessons are being taught to us…by her butterflies.
Like how nothing is ever permanent…no matter in what stage we’d like to stay
We…and everything around us…all change a little every day.
Like how knowing all life is fragile…once our delicate wings have finally unfurled
we should treat everything with gentleness as we add our beauty to the world.
Like how all butterflies share the flowers…no butterfly is rich…no butterfly is poor…
Like how you never see a butterfly carrying a weapon…or marching off to war.
The average butterfly lives only two weeks…they have only two weeks to try and reach us
which means they cram a lot of material in the lessons they try to teach us.
Nature knows we are not fast learners however…so she has found a way
to keep a kaleidoscope of butterfly teachers constantly coming our way.
I hope one day we will have learned their lessons…
that we too will be experienced enlightened and wise….
It’s a dream that I’ll keep dreaming…
as long as there are butterflies.
Dont rush to come to my side, I know your busy with your own life,
Dont worry about my feelings, they dont matter anymore,
I just take up space, my words are silenced once and for all,
I will be o.k, nothing new to me, Im used to it after all.
I used to reach out to people, not anymore, I will be here waiting,
I feel like I"m just a fly flying around waiting for someone to hit me dead,
I will be here waiting for someone to come and talk with me, no hurry though,
I know every one has their own troubles, crosses to bear,
I should have known that it wouldn't happen, I wasn't aware.
I should become a monarch butterfly, and fly away, so I can fly high above,
and see everyone's faces, when they see my grace, beauty, so I can really see what they think of me,
I will be here waiting, don't hurry on m y account, I was just trying to help,
Like a butterfly, if you get too close, I will fly away and go elsewhere, to show them my beauty,
And maybe then someone will take me in.
Until then, I will be here waiting.....
I am the monarch of the sky
can outdistance by the miles
every insect, every time
heavy rain or bright sunshine
like a fearless horse I run
in the heart of boisterous winds
like a skater coast and glide
in my effortless cruising style
beauty queen of butterflies
smooth and waxy my chrysalis
green and gold heavenly spun
into a diadem to behold
a green drop of dew my egg
like a flower on milkweed stem
birthing life in green and black
golden gilded for contrast
curious strong alone I fly
gliding vales fields
and mountains
from lowland Louisiana
to skyscrapers Colorado
though alone all summer long
in the fall I flock along
with a million more to fly
for two thousand airy miles
on two inches of wings fragile
tracing shapes of butterflies
fluttering satin color clouds
beating chords of air so softly
into an incredible waterfall sound
of few millions wings in concert
greeting morning in Chincua forest
Gentle Wings of Beauty
As I sit upon the green sea of grass,
I am alone at last, to take in Mother Nature’s Beauty,
I feel a slight gentle breeze blow through my hair,
I look up to see an amazing beautiful sight fly by,
To my amazement I see a fluttering Monarch butterfly.
It has come to greet me, I reach out my hand,
Hoping that it will land and stay for awhile,
It softly lands and lays it wings out wide,
It too wants to enjoy the wonderful sights.
Oh, How I wish time could stand still,
For I am in the presence of God’s beautiful creatures,
I know my brother David has come to say, “I love you”.
But time has come to say goodbye,
If you truly love something, You must set it free..
Faustus was an inquisitive man
Obsessed with a burning desire
To feel see and understand
The secrets of God’s universe
He was not afraid to make a deal
With the power that can make him feel
Omnipotent standing on the mountaintop
With the whole world under his feet
In the Himalayan highest hidden spot
Enveloped in eerie silence sinking
In the clouds in full moons shine
He saw the universe widespread
In a plain pattern in front of his sight
Like a canvas of a primitive artist
Expressing the longings of his heart
In a few simple strokes of a brush
And hectic colors swiftly layered
On top of each other in a way
He could see the pattern
Slowly and painfully emerging
Through the surface of abstract
Landscape of shapes and forms
Intertwining in emerging storm
Created by his racing mind
He can feel his heart beating
In this colorful pulsating pattern
That was brought to being
The night he made a fatal deal
For the price, he could not afford
His suffering soul became homeless
And lost forever in the outskirts
Of the abandoned world forever lonely
He desired to reduce the unbearable
Complexity of the world around
To the simplicity of a human mind
So, he could savor it and understand
In his lonely cell inaccessible to the world
And open only to his racing mind
Not even his heart was allowed
To enter the forbidden realm
Of unknown scary threatening world
That he was discovering slowly
Inside his incognito psyche
Faustus desperately wanted to know
And understand the mysteries
Of the infinite timeless world
Imprisoning it in his mind
Like a butterfly flying away
Locking it in the darkness
Of his lonely cold ascetic cell
With glassy eyes staring
The magnificent pattern of the wings
Of the monarch butterfly
Getting lost in his own drunken
Desire that made him high
Like an addict who can’t stop
Just a thought that he is the one
Can savor the secrets hidden from men
In thick darkness protecting him
From anyone else glancing at them
By the morning with light reaching
The window and squeezing inside
Through the metal rusted bars
Of his soul’s prison that he built
For himself the moment when
He invited dark powers to come
Mephistopheles stepped inside
In white angels' alluring disguise
And collected his ultimate prize