Butterfly Nice Poems

folds of night falling
peony petals, orange
soft ocean breezes

blue parrot feathers
magenta mists of morning
butterfly wings, red

soft sway of willows
cherry blossom cascade, pink
fragrant silk tree blooms...

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The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat,...

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“Azure blue sky dreamer.
Where you bound today of mystifying  days?
Can you hear me through that enigmatic fog?
Your Milky Way incarnate hyper trance phase.”

“Fellow wonderland...

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Joy a playful toy                      ...

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Once again I am holding you in my arms,
with a dying breath you tell me; 
,I love you, see you in another lifetime'

My tears roll...

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My, oh my,
Butterflies,
Deep in blooms,
Chasing fumes.
Color play,
Golden day,
Honeyed noon,
Still lagoon.
My, oh my,
Green surprise,
On cream rose,
Cawing crows!
Under clouds,
Colored crowds.
High and low,
Go! Go! Go!
My, oh my,
Plum goodbyes,
In...

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A grey kitten chased blue butterflies,
With his wide open and wondering eyes,
In the very orange hues of evening June,
As lazy shadows frolicked with the moon.

Purple...

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Love like hope betides,
nature is her ere scene,
what if the world would host, tis,
things flowing monsters, if wise, otherwise,
oh!, I think that the earth,
has blue...

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Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring,
And trees budding green host hordes on a wing.

In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine,
And dragonflies and blooms grace the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The first order the first decree,                   ...

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As a child we think of masks and Halloween,                ...

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a red butterfly
lit upon a marigold ~
late day shadows fell


May 7, 2020...

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Buds Forever

Shorty was a little dog, 
Curly was too. 
They played every day, 
until there was nothing else to do. 

Rolling on the grass, 
digging...

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Rare as each blossom on a tree,
From Watusi tribe unto the Cherokee,
Each member of man's family,
Has their own unique biography.

Rare the nights of burgundy,
That prelude...

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