Swallowtails Poems

Seems a Lifetime

In bed with you,
The swallowtails, I count their dots.
In bed with you,
Inside this box, the splinter rue.
This garden floats with spectral spots.
You seem cold now;   I had the hots,
In bed with you.

Above the fray,
Where grass is green, and swans be loud.
Above the fray,
Clouds black and blue, the bullets spray.
The kissing lips of peril, proud,
With barely friends away from crowd.
Above the fray.

Seems a lifetime
Ago, our laughter gonged from bell.
Seems a lifetime
Lasts longer than a couple’s dime.
The ducks matter, but he wouldn’t tell.
Not in a row - all is not well.
Seems a lifetime…

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.

Under The Shade Tree

I love walking bare foot on freshly cut grass
Sitting under the shade tree while the day rolls on past
Listening to songbirds as swallowtails flutter by
Watching the sun set and the moon rising high.

You can bring a large blanket and a bottle of wine
If you also have cheeses that would be so fine
Kick off your shoes, lay your head in my lap,
I'll massage your temples as you take a nap. 

I can play some sweet tunes from on app on my phone
The only thing better than being here is not being alone.
As long as we lay here, I've not a care in the world
I'm in my favorite place with my favorite girl.

Just two glasses of wine and I'm already feeling a buzz,
You ask, "Why did you kiss me?" I simply answer, "Because ...

... I love walking bare foot on freshly cut grass,
Sitting under the shade tree while the day rolls on past;
You brought out a blanket, some cheeses and wine,
I am feeling so happy, I am feeling so fine."

"Besides ... if I need an excuse for kissing my wife,
You're going to have to excuse me for the rest of my life.
Now finish that wine, take the last couple of sips,
Scootch a little closer and bring me those lips."

Park Therapy

I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today. 
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping. 
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.

A sanguine sun coyly peeked through tall pines and sweet gums.
Then a gentle voice came and caressed my ears. 
I savored sweet breaths as a bee crossed and hummed. 
And I heard, "Shhh! Hold on, I'm abating all troubles and banishing all fears."

A Spring Sonnet About Birds and Butterflies

Velvet wings of brown, blue and ebon midnight hue 
farfalla butterflies that soar close to magic colugos 
spring is here hanging in with wonder, life renews  
as the sun shines soft, from here to sweet Montego  

Green lush leafy branches waving in the breeze 
wood peckers, hummingbirds and columbidaes
monarchs, swallowtails, yellow painted ladies
winds of change arrive alongside warmer days   

I sing me a tune that has a melody real sweet 
reminding me of summers that came and went 
I sing about the flowers growing in my suite 
while strolling down a path of glorious wente 

With a spring in my step I shuffle and dance 
knowing I am more than ready for romance

A Fairy Fun Day

Where mountains fade to valley shade
And trees give way to meadow's blade
Cottony cattail, wild lilies teem
Obscuring an enchanted stream

Tis there amongst the grassland rue
This tiny fairy village grew
I will not say just where they stay
And risk perchance they fly away

It was by chance or happenstance
We crashed a friendly fairy dance
We got derailed and left the trail
Looking for some swallowtails

Can you imagine our surprise
 Fairies dancing with butterflies
They welcomed us and made a fuss
We danced with them and gained their trust

Our day was done, we'd had our fun
We said "goodbye" thanked every one
Then headed back to find our trail
Took home with us, this fairy tale.

Sam Sends Smileys-Tautogram

Sam sends smileys,
Sheila seeks sobriety;
Siberian skies shed sadness!
Seven Swallowtails swirl,
sunset sets scenic shades:
scintillating, stunning, 
stimulating, sparkling!

Sordid sentiment stays sentient,
safeguarding searing sailing ships;
sailors sit still sipping scotch,
soaring seagulls start shrilling:
somber, sorrowful symphony!

Sordid sea swerves ship,
storm stirs subdued senses;
Simon strums strings...
sober Samuel sings!

Kaleidoscopic

"A collection of butterflies is a kaleidoscope, to watch them flutter together is kaleidoscopic." 

blue painted lady's
flutter cobalt wispy wings ~
parading nectar

milkweed butterflies
vibrant in orange and black~
fanciful tigers

swaying swallowtails
fluttering along green stems ~
delicate giants

3/10/23
Contest: Writing Challenge - "k" words poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
( checked with howmanysyllables)

Butterflies

Butterflies black and blue
Butterflies I see you
Pollinating as you do
Butterflies I see you

Butterflies orange and black
Butterflies please come back
Butterflies of pale hue
Butterflies in light blue

Zebra striped fluttering by
Butterflies in the sky
Painted lady, swallowtails
Sitting on the fence post nails

Butterflies pink and blue
Butterflies I love you

03/02/2023
You pick Again Poetry Contest

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.

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.

November Occasions

November Occasions

Yon
citrus
ejecting
shifts blue eyes green
sovereign swallowtails feast midst chartreuse range 
~0~          ~0~          ~0~          ~0~          ~0~
whilst background pumpkin skies carve redemption
bulbed heels unearth
redolent
spicy
pie

2020 September 22
*1st Place*
Double Tetractys 3
~~Eve Roper
Picture #2
1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1

Solitude

Deep violet Hibiscus with velvety petals, 
         On the quaint fence, sprawl the zestful creepers.
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen, 
         With tricksy Swallowtails, Redbreast Robin merrily whistling.




For Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Garden

Taken From The Poem "My Muse and Me"
Written on : July 26, 2020
Contest Name: Muse
sponsor: Regina McIntosh

My Muse and Me

Deep violet Hibiscus with velvety petals, 
On the quaint fence, sprawl the zestful creepers.
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen, 
With tricksy Swallowtails, Redbreast Robin merrily whistling.

Ebullient songs of chirping Hummingbirds,
Little bushy squirrel excitedly searching for nuts, 
Large leaves of Willow creating a comforting shade underneath, 
Reminding of secret footsteps, rustling of leaves.

Mysteriously charming moon with blinking stars at night, 
Gleaming jewels tell poignant stories, luminous and bright.
An unforgettable lullaby raindrops whisper, 
Meanders in my alluring dreams, a gently murmuring river.

Peacocks dancing in a trance to the exuberant melody of rain - 
Enthralling are the mystical rays of golden dawn divine.
In the fathomless blue ocean of my memory, I dive, and find the pearls, 
My muse, my inspiration - guiding light, most precious! 

Crooning mellifluously in my recurring dreams, 
The deepest love, the immense blissfulness, all intertwined! 

        

                                           July 26, 2020
                        A Brian Strand Rhymed Poetry Contest

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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