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A Grand Design
Through nature’s symbiotic grand design—
They share each other’s gifts in perfect plan;
The honeysuckle’s offering of thick
Sweet nectar which the butterfly consumes,
While pollen carried safely will transfer
To other blooms—create new life in turn.
The vibrant flower colors draw it in
To feast, while hidden pollen waits its fate.
Oh butterfly, earth's gift of renewed hope
Transformed from dark cocoon to work of art,
Bright fleeting beauty dancing in the sun
With perfect symmetry of form and grace—
A painted flutter, splashing joy through space,
With grand design that sparks new seeds to life.
Like butterflies I fly through light of day
To propagate my gifts of art with grace.
And glowing honeysuckle kissed by sun,
Sweet nature’s palette splashed with red and gold,
A symbol of a heart aflame with love,
Unselfishly to offer sustenance
Of life within uplifted cups that hold
The treat for all that come to rest and drink.
With outreached hands I offer nurturing
To those who seek, my heart aflame with love.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: The Butterflies Among Us
Sponsor: Skat A.
Judged: 08/18/2015
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Looking out the window of the train
I noticed a beautiful woman waving.
Everything in me wanted me to get up and wave
at her: but in my mind I said
to myself why, the distance and the odds of her
wishing to meet me would dwindle my chance.
I then jumped up from my set and ran to the caboose
and tossed my phone number and name to her
begging her to call me.
We had arrived in Ryes Town and I went to my
hotel room. My phone rang and it was her! The beautiful
woman that I noticed waving at the train as we passed by.
I was to sing in the Ampitheather that night. I had been having
trouble stay on key: I had noticed
myself going off tune quite often. My "Circle of merry friends"
didn't want me to meet the beautiful lady. We had planned to go boating
and have lunches in the summery heat: but I found
meet this woman more exciting and prayed I
was right because not only was she beautiful she was smart.
and any chance for me to be happy. Knowing someone would
rather me sad and blue. I found myself beliving if
she would ally to me I could
be married
if she outreached to someone I call freind
I would be doomed!
Peat and Bogg!
Cherry Sweet!
My imaginary friend isn’t doing so well
Or, do I refer to myself. It’s tricky as Hell
Here I am, Pacing, retracing and contemplating
Alternating amongst the wreckage, my heart is racing
Now I’m face down, comatose, waiting
For the glory, the mercy, an ounce of sympathy
An outreached hand to lure me in gently
The rising of the tide has me clinging to sweet breath
Hope keeps me afloat as I brush with raw death
The sea becomes calm and a settling still
A euphoric moment, when my lungs are filled
But I’m yanked from the serenity of a peaceful demise
My surroundings shift, most disturbing, in size
The sea, now a tool, to wash down my pill
I’m perfectly balanced. Despite how I feel
I saw you face your lover; you both made
a pattern quite distinctive in the dark.
The shadows on the window shade displayed
two hands that met two others; formed an arc.
The hands, from arms outreached, delivering
their upturned palms that now together pressed,
could not release nor stop their quivering,
anticipation physically expressed.
Then two who stood behind a window posed,
at last fell trembling into love’s abyss.
Love’s essence on the shade was then transposed
as bodies touched and mouths met in a kiss.
Your shadow with your lover's intertwined.
A valentine pulsed on the window’s blind.
Written Jan. 30, 2014
on the edge
of sloped hills
i stand alone
limbs outreached
longing for warmth
as i shiver
within this cold
december breath
i am bare
colorless
and numb
snapping within
from the weight
that hangs
like icicles
from branches
of soulless life
grounded
beside me
my shadow
is falling
more shallow
in these darker days
surrounding me
where i struggle
to flourish
my boughs
almost kissing
the soil
of twisted roots
already deadened
the raven
has landed again
to test the weight
of my faithful branches
only to see
if i will surrender
and succumb
to the valley below
as a lifeless figure
like those before me
i stand my ground
colorless, naked
and alone...
december 22, 2019
I am a tree poetry contest
Sponsored by Delilah Ventura
I saw you face your lover; you both made
a pattern quite distinctive in the dark.
Silhouettes on the window shade displayed
two hands that met two others; formed an arc.
The hands, from arms outreached, delivering
their upturned palms that now together pressed,
could not release nor stop their quivering,
anticipation physically expressed.
Then two who stood behind a window posed,
at last fell trembling into love’s abyss.
Love’s essence on the shade was then transposed
as bodies touched and mouths met in a kiss.
Your shadow with your lover's intertwined.
A valentine pulsed on the window’s blind.
Sept. 11, 2017 for the Silhouette Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
In the beginning ...," roosts;
Christians and Jewish boosts.
Hubs stretched out their ellipsed
rung, un-Earth cures eclipsed
space; science clues darkling,
emerging as sparkling.
Up and down, primordial
chains--retards cordial.
Time slot checking briefly
when brain cells claim chiefly.
Focused an analyst
review a panelist,
truth and not devious;
now, post-, and previous.
Be of good health, nourish,
mindful, and to flourish
together ... we harness
our outreached true farness.
Constants are the scatheful,
equaled by the faithful ...
life marks trails that puncture
time cross-over juncture.
Naysayers, "That's crackpot!"
Truth smiles at the jackpot
as hopes, a bit mournful
of those fiercely scornful
Truth be told--mortified,
unseat those fortified,
advent-relegating
actions delegating,
doting are distinguished
evil hailed extinguished,
sage passage dutiful,
heart imparts beautiful.
Gauging your fealty
accents self-realty ...
descension diminished;
exalted goals finished.
Daily scriptures strengthen,
understanding lengthen
all regenerated
by the venerated.
A righteous behavior,
prophets teach, a savior ...
of a lost lamb was--not,
for The Shepherd does--not,
hence, Heaven will cherish,
hell reroutes won't perish,
reborn renews brilliance,
transforming resilience.
Like a baseball in a glove,
I took my place in the holly tree.
From here, they must come and listen,
It's a grand slam... I shall speak cordially.
I brought enough food
to stay for weeks
until my simple message is heard,
digested from I, who's mild and meek.
And so they came,
authorities, family and friends
to see a spectacle in a tree;
Time moved slowly as did more attend.
I spoke my words,
peacefully;
"They are out to get me,
with numerology!".
Though deaf ears listened
with arms outreached,
"Please come down,
we are hear to help", spoked amicably.
So to the ground
I made my way...
I was running the bases,
but it was not my play.
And this is where my journey began...
Hospitals, jail and doctor's rooms!
My message was never heard,
as it was left up in the holly tree tomb.
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
I got a curse
A witch appeared
And made me small
When I was wandering
A big ant hauled me
to an ant's colony
A pile of rice, chunks of meats
Tons of sugar pieces and shelves of sweets,
I discerned there
Hoarding their nutritious hay
Working 24/7 a day
They never got tired
Sitting on the back of an ant
I eloped the colony and
Stepped into a garden enchanting
With colorful hues around
Every plants wore a crown
Oh, the divine fragrance, couldn't apprise
Enticed by the orange flowers
I embraced one and slept for hours
Floated in a heavenly dream
When I opened my eyes
I was flying to my surprise
Bewildered me, cried
Realised I was anchored on a butterfly
My euphoria she amplified
Flying along with her, I adored the world
When she met her mate fair
Performed divine dance in the air
And dropped me in the land wild
Exhausted me, slept on a brown wood
Oh ho! It's not a wood but a dry leaf
Which floated when zephyr kissed him
Clutching the leaf's petiole
I was flying like a golden oriole
Until the leaf fell down into a fall
Glided the cascading falls
Like riding on water coaster
I outreached the jubilant river
Flowing along with the river pure
Espied her esteemed generous life
My mental and physical illness got cured
Through the treasured estuary
Mingled with the sea finally
Calm and relaxed my soul was
Pondering the magical ride
Relished on the shore long
Until tugged by a tall tide
Diving deep into the sea
Glimpsed colorful trees
Yes, the coral reefs
Emerged there a mermaid
I was really afraid
But she caressed me gleefully
I started penning verses
About my retained curse
"Is this even a curse" She grinned and disappeared
"Oh! Yes! It's not a curse, a blessing actually"I shouted;
On seeing me relishing the curse, the witch chagrined
Detonated the witch, my positivity
And my curse turned into a blessing already
May 13 2022
The sparrows praised the morning sun,
He hugged the forest in his warm- outreached arms
The sun cascaded and grazed his fingers through every crisp leaf,
Over every sleepy tenant- illuminating their curiosity for each other
And the breeze laughed- happy to be alive
She laughed as she ruffed every tree,
All now fully dressed
She cackled down from the clouds and into every burrow
The family of trees just stood by watching the neighborhood awaken
Cousins rubbing elbows- Fathers shading their sproutlings
Creaking in quiet protest to the construction worker woodpeckers
Just happy at the turn of the weather
And the early blooming lilies gossiped to themselves
About the underdressed daisies
And the breeze disturbing their groomed leaves
And how the sun was too hot so early
The sky watching them all rejoicing,
For she wasn't alone anymore,
Left with bleeding ears from the squirrels complaints of the cold
Landlord to to all she welcomed them back to her care
In bloom was it all, and all was in bloom
March 1, 2023
In bloom poetry contest
Joseph May