last day of spring
a pair of butterflies
fluttering
in and out of the silence
that stretches between us
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last day of spring
a pair of butterflies
fluttering
in and out of the silence
that stretches between us
tanka by Chenou Liu
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The Green Starling
When you look at the green starling
it screams in the long grass,
gleams green in the morning dew
and catches your eye
as it comes out of a hole, out of a tree,
as it picks up insects at a small stream
as it comes out,
as it comes out
as if caught in your daydream.
When you look at the green starling
it sparkles here and there
as if it sometimes is holding onto rays
and it warbles
stretches out under the sun,
view it as a red balloon
stretches out
stretches out
and it would fly away if it could.
When you look at the green starling
it pecks at a sorrel
when at times it holds onto a big worm
before it sings a song of joy
flies up fluttering, spreading its wings
and for moments distract you,
flies up fluttering
flies up fluttering
and so a whole mornings swishes past.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Spring Did Begin (Rondelet)
Spring did begin
with lovely flowers blossoming,
spring did begin
with cheerful insects rushing in
with small butterflies fluttering
with joyful lovely birds that sing,
spring did begin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Beauty of Spring
The Beauty of Spring
I am looking out of a glass window.
I see a group of cherry blossom trees in the distance.
Nearby, there is a quaint little house.
This magnificence takes my breathe away.
The Beauty of Spring.
Daffodils are blooming.
Butterflies are fluttering through the air.
Robins are singing there beautiful song.
The world is coming back to life after a long winter.
The Beauty of Spring.
A gentle breeze skims across my face.
I inhale the sweet scent of flowers.
I see a world of gorgeous and vivid colors.
I absolutely love spring.
The Beauty of Spring.
I am Taking in The Beauty of Spring
poem by Bleeding Heart
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And When Some Of The Butterflies Come And Flutter
and when some of the butterflies come fluttering
over my sweet scented jasmines in my garden
i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun
and the enlightenment from the great Pan
and ask what is there left for me to do
the right solution so i may not be also blue
shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal
or shall i open more the colors of my petal
or shall i choose but be one brittle metal?
a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies
intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says:
hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals,
go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Christening Of The Poet
blue butterflies come out fluttering
as soon as he opens his mouth
and when he slowly closes it
silence is retained like a patch of green grass of that
faraway home
thus i christen him:
poet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Cherish Spring Forever
'It's winter, it's winter! '-you once exclaimed with glee,
I merely stared at your bright eyes of sunshine rays,
Your laugh chilled me like running water from once frozen rivers,
With lips like morning spring dew and fresh newly-sprung grass,
I cannot fathom why a creature like you would rather love winter than spring,
When you bear that infectious smile that can burn hard ice to steam that turns to moist,
I had lost count of the butterflies in my stomach that kept on fluttering,
But the least I can say is that if spring can turn to human,
She would undoubtedly look and act so much like you...
poem by Lilian Chromious Eveson
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Nervous
You wait and wait like a kid waiting to open a present.
Your stomach fills with butterflies waiting to flutter.
When will it happen?
For you are getting nervous and tired of the fluttering.
The fluttering seems to get louder and you start getting out of control.
Then all of a sudden the fluttering stops then starts again.
You realize you can't control it like you can't control the sun rising and going down each day.
So instead relax and go with the flow.
For the thing you are waiting for will come soon.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Life or something like it
A flower stretches toward the sun.
alone. unoticed such a pitiful sight
she will not give-up, no not this one
as darkness decends upon the land
a flower stretches toward the sun
alone in the shadows, there she will stand
and sit, and wait for coming of the sun
spring is over, summer is soon done
around the corner comes Winters icy blast
a flower stretches toward the sun
in the cold the lonely flower dies, at last
with a push and with some screams
somewhere a new life has just begun
a life full of hopes and of dreams
and a flower stretches toward the sun
JPM 2/8/2008
I continue to experiment with more formal types of poems this is my attempt at a Quatern
Spring Fever
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
A little bird, he told me so
He said come on, get on the go
Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies
The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees
Spring makes my fever right
Spring fever, spring is here at last
Spring fever, my hearts beating fast
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
Well if you feel the wanderlust
Just grab a car or hop a bus
In every town theres excitement to be found
So much is happening
Dont miss the joy of spring
The worlds in love just look around
Spring fever comes to everyone
Spring fever, its time for fun
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
Spring fever, its spring fever time
Spring fever, watch that fever climb
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
Spring is everywhere
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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It Must Have Been In Early Part Of Spring (Cornish Sonnet)
It must have been in early part of spring
that bees and butterflies were still around
I saw small things fluttering on a wing
some small deer were threading through the dark wood
leaving tiny tracks all over the ground
while silently, looking, grazing some stood
while some did disappear in the mist
sadness was in my heart on that bright day
while of them I got not a single gist
as some wildness did suddenly sweep in
before that old thick fog did burn away
and my sightseeing really did begin
It must have been in early part of spring
while some did disappear in the mist.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A good morning wish
A touch
Like the first ray of morning Sun
Wipes out the accrued pain of darkness.
The world of mine of a sleepless night
Suddenly gets drenched in flurry of colors.
The silence breaks with so much of joy all around.
Hear it in birds' song,
In fluttering wings of butterflies,
In opening of petals of blossoming flowers.
Your Good Morning wish sets free my Captive heart
It spreads wings and soars high,
Embracing the blue of endless sky.
I feel my heart gets painted in colors
Of this blissful world of flowers
And butterflies.
Suddenly I find my world has no horizon.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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A Butterflies Beauty
Butterfly with beautiful wings,
Glides through the summer
breeze,
As the sun shines upon the wings,
Fluttering oh so silently,
Colors of the rainbow begin to
show brightly,
Like the beautiful colors of
the flowers,
Butterflies blend in so perfect,
Making nature look pretty,
Unique patterns on every wing
has its beautiful story,
Just like nature has its own
story,
Where beauty never ends,
Butterflies will always blend in
with almost anything,
Blending in with flowers, grass,
even trees tall and small,
Including a rest on a fawns little
nose,
It is only to say hi and thank you,
for letting me rest my wings,
Now I must be on my way to enjoy
the summer breeze,
Soon it will be winter and I will
have to leave,
No worries I will return when the grass
is green and trees grow their leaves,
When rivers flow with the sunshine warmth,
Animals tall and small roam again from
slumber,
Flowers blossom beautifully,
that is how you know I will return
again,
Fluttering upon the spring and summer
breeze,
All my family will also return to fill
nature with colorful beauty.
poem by Derek James
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Silence Tuned
Reposing in this porch
In the yellow noon
Fenced around grilly black
This chair quietly greyed
Hush of this colourless silence
Alleviates...
Zapping out through the white gaps
Gazing at a crow, a sparrow
A pigeon, a parrot
Stuttering, twittering, hooting..
Squeaking, trilling many the other
Dark and bright on green...
A swallow seesawing on a tributary
Rhythmic screach of a squirrel
Fluttering with colourful potpourries
The butterflies waltzing around
An unknown bouffant bird
A radio melody from afar
In iridescent harmony silence tuned
poem by Indira Renganathan
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It's As If The Sea Is Confined
It's as if the sea is confined
where it breaks and hits in front of us
and just as unobserved
you keep standing next to me
where the sea stretches into the blue
and in silence we are watching each other
where the sea stretches,
where the sea stretches
and I enclose you in my arms.
It's as if the sea is confined
in this small bay
and outside of it we notice a shark
but no meaning
but our love remains,
just nothing but you and I
but our love,
but our love
makes any kind of sense here.
It's as if the sea is confined
always washes in and out here
and it keeps drawing us nearer,
while we feel great and deep things
it's as if God Himself is among us,
and is watching us with big pity
as if God Himself,
as if God Himself
brings us here to new meaning.
poem by Gert Strydom
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3. She III
when she smiles
there is sunshine
and light
And there are butterflies fluttering
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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I Like The Image
of two white butterflies
fluttering on top of
the blooming blue daisies
beside two old graves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Explicitly
The bedroom is set
for comfort and convenience
in pastel colours with paintings
hanging on the walls
her fingers, tongue and mouth
like butterflies
are fluttering over my whole body
letting passion build up and up
and her naked body
throws a shadow on the wall
where candles give light with flickering flames,
with her supple body being gracious and slim
almost looking as a mural,
that by itself gets energy and life
when moments and eternity
stretches out between the two of us
with her hot breath
softly blowing against my cheek
she moves slowly with rhythm,
purposeful and without haste
making of every moment
a masterwork of passion and pleasure
and hissing sounds
turn into moans of pleasure and joy.
poem by Gert Strydom
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L4,2212
red dragonfly meets
blue dragonfly one bright
day for these
insignificant dragonflies
do their
tail to tail
love
in mid-air
explosions too
serially
beautiful
in their silent
flights
to be fathomed by
a beautiful woman
with long black hair
and well sculpted
pair of legs,
pressing her head
upon a muscular man's
handsome
chest, her hands on his
navel, his lips on her
flowing hair, softly the winds
caress
like butterflies slowly
fluttering from one flower
to another flower
fair and square, in circles
of eternal travels.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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