Metamorphosis
Commenced
as a tiny
egg glued to foliage.
Maturing bondage in a shell
awaits
Larva
Eating, growing,
full size caterpillar
outgrows its present confines.
Splitting
Again
Reattaching
itself with liquid from
its spinneret. Creating a
button.
hanging
little pupa
dieting, motionless,
metamorphosing completely
anew
Cracking,
exposing head
and thorax first. Followed
by legs and golden wings of a
Monarch.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Butterfly Who Can't Get Out of His Cocoon
There was a mother butterfly
Who wished to have a female child
But out of his lain eggs in the meadow
She wasn’t sure if her wish was granted though
Then one baby caterpillar came out
From his broken shell he crawled up
With so much blessings around him
He grew faster and changed his skin
The caterpillar then became a pupa
Hung upside down on a woody plant
He surpassed the strong wind
Through the calamity of life he stays in
The time has come for the pupa
After slowly changing his shape inside
He has to crack his own cocoon
He has to let his wings out soon
But he prefers to stay inside his room
He just made a small hole in his cocoon
Through this he gazed and took a scene
He fears the outside world may not admit him
He noticed his mother butterfly
Patiently waiting outside
She’s very much excited
For her child to come out
Though the young butterfly
Experienced pains and struggles inside
He decided to stay in the cocoon
Than to give his mother a great frustration
How can he get out of his world?
He wanted to hide his true color!
He will ignore the longings of his heart,
His love for the bees than flowers with nectar.
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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PSYCHE: Butterfly and Soul;
Laid on the underside of a leaf,
Early stage is egg;
Thriving to exist;
Hatching from the eggshell,
Consuming leaves as caterpillar,
Creepy, hungry larva is the second stage;
Accumulating needs with greed;
Hiding itself in a cover of time is pupa
Still and suspended is the third stage;
Buried in a tomb;
Emerging as a beautiful winged-fly Imago,
Butterfly is the fourth and final stage;
As soul gets liberated from all bonds;
Basking in the Sun, it sets to fly
Ready to feed on sweet nectar of flowers
Meanwhile pollinating them;
It can live from a week to a year
It plays an important role in nature
Finding its mate and the cycle repeats;
Fairy for the plants, Angel of joy to us
Colourful, joyful, beautiful flying creature
A tiny insect whose fluttering wings has impact,
On the occurence of tornado;
A butterfly represents the true spirit of life,
Rightly called Pysche for the final attainment,
Psyche, the love of Eros achieved immortality,
A butterfly portrays the journey of soul;
Reaching for the sky, feeding on nectar;
Is what mortals want as soul in Heaven.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Let Down
transport.
motorways and tramlines.
starting and then stopping.
taking off and landing.
the emptiest of feelings.
sentimental drivel.
clinging onto bottles.
when it comes it's so so.
disappointing let down and hanging around.
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and haNGING arouNd.
shell smashed.
juices following.
wings twitch.
legs are going.
donT geT senTimental.
it always ends up dRRiveLLLL.
one day.
i am goiingtogrow wings.
a chemical reaCtion.
hysterical and useless.
hysterical and let down and hanging around.
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and haNGNING arouND.
you know where you are with.
you know where you are with.
floor collapses floating bouncing back annd one day youLL know where you are.
song performed by by Radiohead
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Frog's Life
Once upon a lily pad,
There sat a mother frog
Hungry for some food,
She hopped from log to log
Eating flies and skeeters,
All throughout the day
Worms weren’t quite as good,
But she ate them anyway
She found a comfy spot,
And laid a bunch of eggs
Then hopped away from the nest,
With a push from her back legs
The eggs turned into tadpoles,
That swam around the pond
They started growing legs,
And turned into tiny frogs
poem by Chris Marion
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Forgotten house
This great house was abandoned to decay
Forgotten unloved but here it does stay
Sun bleached wood cracking in the heat of the day
Paint simply peeled completely away
This great house a shadow of it former self
Golden stonework hint at its previous wealth
Ivy growing and spreading over the surface with stealth
Stone flaking blackened show its bad health
This house has great dark blackened windows
No inner light to give its previous known golden glow
No movement for here ice has fallen its soul has froze
In this house forgotten once golden now noone knows
Oh Bondage Up Yours
Some people think little girls
Should be seen and not heard
But I think, Oh Bondage, Up Yours!
One, Two, Three, Four
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Thrash me crash me
Beat me till I fall
I wanna be a victim
For you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Baby Newborn
Out come two tiny feet
Mum wails
The head follows to complete
Mums face pales
And baby newborn is born!
Tiny hands and tiny feet
Innocent look of sweet
A mild scent
Of sweet present
And baby newborn is born!
Is it a he?
Is it a she?
I knew mum and dad were on a mission
All the Os and As were mums screaming made-up television
'Spread wide open'
I often heard dads tone
A common nomination of repetition
With the bed singing a song of cracking bones
Did either of them ever have any inclination or vision
That of me they were producing another clone!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Insects Of The World
Under your feet they scurry
Nine hundred thousand or more
With head, thorax and abdomen
And legs of six or more
Some furry, some of hard shell
Some looking like demons from hell
Some innocent of their structure
Others deadly and beware
Four hundred million years of life on this land
Long before the thoughts of man
They crawl and they fly
Some are small and some are sly
Some have names exotic and beautiful
Silverfish, Walking stick and Humpbacked bristletail
Some from cocoons unfold
Beautiful, colourful, strange and enchanting
These are insects of the world
26 June 1978
poem by David Harris
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Butterfly
A fleeting life for you.
Flower nectar, Sweet food,
To mate and die for good,
The cycle of life begins
Again and again and again.
From pupa to caterpillar spins,
White butterfly emerges, Amen.
zz 219 A man is just a man
A man is just a man, simply, compact,
one thing, and husband, brother, father, son
are roles or chores or duties needing done,
put on but never move him off that fact.
A woman, on the other hand, is not
one thing but two at least, and maybe three
from larva, pupa, through adult if she
completes the thing assigned her when begot.
It’s all so damned confusing to a lover.
A husband finds his mother in his bed.
Love makes a father go out of his head,
and hatred’s pity makes a brother hover.
If man must only of one thing consist,
let him be woman’s entomologist.
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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Our society's strong emphasis on dieting and self-image can sometimes lead to eating disorders. We know that more than 5 million Americans suffer from eating disorders, most of them young women.
quote by Tipper Gore
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Shell Never Know
In the after-silence
Fighting leaves behind
I try to think it over
But my minds gone blind
I lost the right to argue
Somewhere down the line
I had to tell
She told me to
Go to hell
And here I am
In the gaping hole
Home truths tear in a home
Married to this hurting
I know its all my fault
Who can tell
Looks like we have
A house to sell
Now shell never know
What anyone could tell her
Now shell never know
What anyone can see
Now she wont believe me
Ever again, completely
Now I hang around
Feet back on the ground
I just cant stand
I just cant stand
Now shell never know
What anyone could tell her
Now shell never know
What anyone can see
Now she wont believe me
Ever again, completely
Now shell never know
Or ever dream
How much she means to me.
song performed by by Marillion
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Cool Dude
Cool color coded dude,
Fancy rainbow multihued,
Sticky fingers very glued,
This tiny dude has attitude!
This is for the female frogs out there.
Cool color coded dudette,
Awesome colors look at that!
Hanging loose, fancy free,
On a little tiny tree.
Who awaits the last grain to fall?
Everlasting light penetrates throughout the void
Warming the womb of our mother nature.
Expression Fey run amok amongst the flowers
Blooming in the spring their cheeks a rose complexion.
Butterfly symmetry confirms the beauty that confronts us.
We behold a garden of ecstatic wonders.
A golden summer awaits – promising growth anew.
Apollo hath foreseen a dream beyond the blue of winters dressing.
Blessed with a kiss of those golden lips I hath missed for so long.
Who awaits the last grain to fall?
Who are we to call upon?
Who are we who seek the midnight sun?
Seek your form in unification – take a vacation from your senses
Know your life anew – beyond the nightmare of grey tied veiling.
Budding anew beneath the blue that keeps my soul a-shaking
I’m reawakening – Yearning to learn once more amongst the green
All it is to live in the wonderland of dream states.
Create your day – Do it your way
Find the words so you can have you say.
What can I say that would make it seem
Like naught more than a distant dream.
We have it all yet fight amongst ourselves
Clouds ponder in perplexity
In confrontation with birds of metallic skeleton structures.
poem by David Lacey
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Those Butterfly Wings
Great monarch butterfly
Weightless colorful wings
Plucked off with a devilish smile
By tiny little fingers
'Please stick 'em back on for me Daddy'
'Of course my child I will
Go fetch me some glue and a hammer
And I'll fix those butterfly wings'!
poem by Conor O'Neill
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A filigree of gold:
I have a heart ancient and old
it's core is of a rock larva...
Newly formed with a pumice soul
that absorbs its self
that absolves its self
till nothing of the whole remains...
It is as a liquid-salt, or a filigree of gold:
It is as a barren desert
It is thirstier than a cacti-flower
awaiting some other blissful dead-sun
that has no need of substance!
No need of reliance or earthly love
I have a heart ancient and old,
it's core is of a rock larva...
Searching-out the mountains top:
A mountains summit to unfold...
Endlessness it is rent with a mouth of love
unearthed but any-ways housed untold.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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A Chrysalis
My little Mädchen found one day
A curious something in her play,
That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed;
It was not anything that grew,
Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
And yet she was not sure, she said,
Whether it was alive or dead.
She brought it in her tiny hand
To see if I would understand,
And wondered when I made reply,
"You've found a baby butterfly."
"A butterfly is not like this,"
With doubtful look she answered me.
So then I told her what would be
Some day within the chrysalis:
How, slowly, in the dull brown thing
Now still as death, a spotted wing,
And then another, would unfold,
Till from the empty shell would fly
A pretty creature, by and by,
All radiant in blue and gold.
"And will it, truly?" questioned she--
Her laughing lips and eager eyes
All in a sparkle of surprise--
"And shall your little Mädchen see?"
"She shall!" I said. How could I tell
That ere the worm within its shell
Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread,
My little Mädchen would be dead?
To-day the butterfly has flown,--
She was not here to see it fly,--
And sorrowing I wonder why
The empty shell is mine alone.
Perhaps the secret lies in this:
I too had found a chrysalis,
And Death that robbed me of delight
Was but the radiant creature's flight!
poem by Mary Emily Bradley
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(Love) Caterpillar
My love goes to you alone,
Because I know what you can become.
I will be true to you, every minute waking.
You may just be a caterpillar to them
But to me you're a butterfly in the making.
And when you spread those wings of yours,
They'll all look at you, flabbergasted and dumb,
And know why I stuck with you,
A caterpillar that no one knew
To a butterfly where no one knows came from.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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Trumpet Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about thighs
The negro
with the trumpet at his lips
has a head of vibrant hair
tamed down,
patent-leathered now
until it gleams
like jet-
were jet a crown
the music
from the trumpet at his lips
is honey
mixed with liquid fire
the rhythm
from the trumpet at his lips
is ecstasy
distilled from old desire-
Desire
that is longing for the moon
where the moonlight's but a spotlight
in his eyes,
desire
that is longing for the sea
where the sea's a bar-glass
sucker size
The Negro
with the trumpet at his lips
whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
does not know
upon what riff the music slips
It's hypodermic needle
to his soul
but softly
as the tune comes from his throat
trouble
mellows to a golden note
poem by Langston Hughes
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