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Butterflies

They slip in unnoticed
  just below the burning rays of the sun solstice
  lighting on the last flowers of summer bare,
  sweet nectar wafting in the heavy laden air,
colors brilliant, glowing, coy
 orange black monarchs and viceroys,
 great spangled fritillary yellows and whites,
 tiger swallowtails in yellow black stripes,
 California sisters, red admirals,  blues, skippers,
silent and stealth like they come on windy clippers
 floating and flittering in mid-August dance,
 waltzing on the warm light breeze tree branch,
 eye-catching, dainty lace winged soarers,
 quick and slow in flight flutterers scorers,
enticed by flowered whispers between thorn and nettles
 painted ladies hovering in place on petals
 mourning cloakers, dark gray stokers with blended color palettes,
 rudders navigating windy turns and landings on salads, 
 southern dogfaces heading south in transition
migratory lives gathering in submission 
 to climatic phenomena seen on the window pane
 tempered by the sun, the surf, and rain
 waving goodbye to the northern lights
 hello to the southern fields and forests cool nights.
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Form: Rhyme


Tim Ryerson

Wild Cherries 
A giant snowball in springtime
From twenty yards out the sound and smell
Closer now; breathing her numbing scent
Listening to the drowsy hum
of greedy and jealous bees
forced to share her bounty
with Tiger and Zebra Swallowtails
School will be out soon...

Memorizing every branch within reach
Her limbs are just low enough
for a boy to scramble up quickly
fleeing imaginary monsters
still lurking and prowling below
Taking ignorant and blissful advantage
of this daughter of the wild; his protector
His big sister to run to...

Shiny and slippery black bark
that oozes burgundy sap
which dries in animal shapes
Summer twilight is coming
Bats twittering overhead
chasing nasty mosquitoes
A noise echoing from far off
A door slamming maybe...

Tucked safely away in his favorite pew
(Naughty boy, eating during church!)
sampling her forbidden fruit
sweet and sour...half is seed
Thieving Blue Jays get the most
Screaming and scolding arrogantly
yet flying away unpunished
Grannny will make jelly...

Oh everlasting Father, creator of all things
He knows that heaven is far beyond the grasp
of a feeble and fumbling mortal mind
But when You decide to send Your beloved Son
back to rule the earth for one thousand years
If he is judged worthy to be in that count
May one humble servant say if it's like this
that would be just fine...



Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009 

This poem Titled "Wild Cherries" was written by Tim Ryerson on 08/12/2009  Tim was a wonderful poet who could write just about any form that came along... he was a kind soul and wonderful poet who passed away in 2018, gone but not forgotten!

Premium Member Keepers of the Flowers

The keepers of the flowers’ secrets arrive in their season
Monarch, viceroy, red-spotted purples, given a good reason.
They bring fantasy and delight to the lilacs and bleeding heart.
Keeping their confidence is what they do so wise and smart.

Faeries and bumblebees try to get in on the confidence action.
But they end up not learning anything to the tulip’s satisfaction.
You see, the zebra swallowtails and orange sulphurs too.
Know how to keep secrets from the likes of them, me and you.

We hide in the meadow, and try to not look interested at all.
In swoops the great spangled fritillary, landing on lilac so tall.
We lean our ears toward the garden, acting nonchalant and lazy.
Fooling not one monarch or zinnia, delighting the lilies and daisy.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Georgia Brown 1898-1914

Georgia Brown

1898-1914

We were the deathless dream dancers

The crazy girls with secrets and surprises!

Me and Nellie and Trudy and Olive.

We waited monthly for the full midnight moon

Waited with no words uttered

Our secret times together,

Times and moments never mentioned or known about,

By everyone we knew and did not know,

Except by us, the crazy girls

The deathless dream dancers, barefoot

With satin ribbons in our braids, 

We joined smooth perfumed hands and fingers

In old Clark Cemetery

Across Citrus Road over there,

As our sleepy snoozing town dreamed unawares,

And we danced silently, gracefully, freely,

As with the monarchs and the tiger swallowtails

Fluttering in the summer sunlight of our audacious youth,

Our sheer cotton dresses,

Lifting them up, and letting them fall, 

Again and again and again,

From the Hadley tombstone, and

Around the standing procession of desert palm trees

Around and around and around,

All the way over to the Hardy gravestone,

Me and the crazy girls!

We, the deathless dream dancers,

Keepers of secrets and surprises,

Saw something in the moon shadows there,

Something no one else has ever seen!

Yes, we saw the smile of Sappho

Carved with the knife of God

On the stone sepulcher of Roscoe Settle!
Form: Epitaph

An Age For Butterflies

Summer crept in
  slow, steady steps within,
dogged pacing of hot and humid days
  mixed messages of spring slipping away
and summer waiting to climb
  patient on the edges of space and time;

a butterfly, a gypsy moth, luna and imperial 
 others more plain and beautiful most ethereal
but when the time and temperature are just right
 the multitude of butterfly kissed light
calls monarchs, morning cloaks,
 and swallowtails to flight below the oak

a thousand species throng
 clustered and separate floating along
when the flowers blossom and grow
 wings of the butterfly flutter and flow.


The time of butterflies multi-colored palettes crest
 the age of beauty's sweet undressed caress 
an age unmatched, unprecedented
 our temporary visitors and residents 
their beauty, awes and delight
 preparing for their southern flight;

winging in and lilting out like graceful eagles
 Eastern tailed blues, white admiral , viceroy regals,
the list goes on as if a meditation
 calming floating with little hesitation
the oranges, reds, sulfured tigers and swifts
 ride the breezes and windy lifts, 
 here and there appears these natural gifts.
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Premium Member Jealous Jumping Jaguars

Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormously elongated elves effortlessly enthusing eagles
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism 
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.

Dance of the Butterfly

Late summer floats along the deep blue sky
 and in the thick humid air by and by
 takes to flight, the butterfly.

Fragile creatures, colorful yet discrete
 slipping in on silent insect feet
 to dance light upon the breezy fleet.

A pause, a stop 
 along the tippy tops
 of flower scented fragrance of their frocks.

An easy flow, while on the go
 down toward the south to Mexico
 they silent in their gatherings dance a show.

Black decorated swallowtails,
 orange fringed monarchs raising sails
 as the waltzing shadows pale.

It is the final exposé
 in the dance of butterfly brigade
 summer dances on parade.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Smith-Gilbert Garden

The mulberry fell to its knees;
in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays,
near the moss-stone steps;
and I look on, in curiosity.

It was an oddity, but I learned
of its plight. In sorrow, we make
it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground.
Like a bonsai tree, twisted.

Listed, like a ship at storm,
but sailors will never use nets,
to cast, for silent butterflies;
In July, they gather.

Hereby is Summer magic,
buzzing bees, buckeyes, swallowtails
and painted ladies (sailors swear by them).
Yes, all the prayers needed.

Unimpeded, the mulberry fell,
whilst fluttering wings that disappear
in season’s cold, bring merriness,
there’s little hope for thee.

Still, we visit the treasure that bows,
climb the steps, for a further glimpse.
This garden is where I stroll
among the butterflied tree.

Premium Member Queen Anne's Lace

Frothy lacy Queen Anne ’s lace
Majestically surveys her field
The grasshoppers are flying today
Clipping onto tall grasses to launch themselves

Monarchs glide past; she preens, hoping one will stop.
She catches a young one, who strokes her appreciatively.
The yellow swallowtails are next, two of them
They flit as if they are in beginning throes of flirtation.

She watches them fly off, landing together on a daffodil.
Daffodil sometimes has a temper, but seems in good spirits today
Frog hops past on his way to the pond; strokes her feet.
She is glad it is not a snake; they tend to tickle too much as they glide by.

The sun is in the perfect spot today. It is gorgeous out here.
Wild strawberries in their tiniest form look up at her.
She gives them a loving glance; they are too hard to be eaten.
There is a new purple violet pushing her way toward the sun.

Life is grand in the field.
She feels loved and comforted.
No lawn mowers or tractors yet.
She is ever so grateful.

Premium Member Abcedarian Dancing Around

Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormous eager elegant elephants equally excited
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
Xavier's ‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.

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