Butterflies Are Good (taste A Little Like Chicken)
Butterflies are real good
I like God’s butterflies
I so really, truly do
Beautiful, iridescent wings
Of brilliant rainbow hue
Carmine reds, deep purples
And unbelievable blues
I feast my eyes upon
Their most incredible views
I feast not only my eyes
But also my belly too
For they taste absolutely scrumptious
In my salad and in my stew
poem by David Whalen
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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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Butterflies
In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by
A brilliant sun ray
Turn to mother-of-pearl,
Pieces of iridescent
Evening sky
Or opaline glimmer
Of velvety wings;
There the azure
Daughters of the air,
Mercurial wings
Now fixed forever,
Wings that traversed
Unexplored valleys
That like the desires
Of your enamored soul
Seem, at dawn,
To be revived
When you unlatch
Your windows and sun
Explodes in your eyes
And in crystalline panes.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Insomniac Butterflies...
i can't sleep
upon this
Durban Deep,
my eyes are
butterflies
flying out the
window
from the house
of my heart
i am blind
outside the flowers
are captivating
two insomniac
butterflies
winking, the petals
signify
ultimately the breaking
of four wings
i am blinded by the
absence of
my portions
be the flower of my trust
seduce my butterflies
take them
in the sweetness of
your nectar
their proboscis
upon your bosom
in drunken ecstasy
it is only through this
that i will see
the light of morning again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterflies
i get butterflies,
when i look into your eyes,
it something i can't explain,
but something i like,
it like i'm high,
because of you,
you became my drug,
i feel good when you're around,
i get butterflies,
when you talk,
your voice is sexy,
i lose sight on reality,
becoming hypotize with your smile,
i miss you for a while,
but, when we together,
everything is better,
than a dream,
it more than it seems,
these butterflies are not going away,
but, in a way it okay.
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1-1-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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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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Butterflies are free
I believe in butterflies
Butterflies are free
Gentle wings
So feathery to touch
So many colours
Able to migrate
To other lands
The gentle butterfly
I believe again
Love, Faith, Truth
Believe no matter what,
you have the power to prevail
Strength, Courage, Honour
Believe the world does have a good heart
Everyone is unique,
in song, dance, culture
Believe in positive thoughts
Time,
The forever, and You
Most of all Butterflies are free, and so are we
Don't be mad, depressed, or suicidal
Believe in a smile, a smile can save a life
Remember Butterflies are free, and so are we
Believe in The magic of the butterfly.
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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The Right To Choose....
sorrow's eyes look backward
the useless
past, it has toyed us well
it is a mere ploy
to a play
close all of those eyes
better put them all aside
in darkness
how can we heal these wounds
when these eyes
keep on shedding tears
a sea of salt
it is too painful and we swim in
these pains
enough, i've had enough of these
futility
there is a garden
above it are clouds and birds
the flowers bloom
and too inviting us to a feast of scents
and colors
life, vibrance, vigor, zest,
bees
and butterflies and beside it
brooks and creeks
a choir of falls between the cliffs
this right to choose what to see
is here again...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Granny's Angel
In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies
She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head
She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold
Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings
She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet
Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies
Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high
Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night
Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows
She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping
Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world
As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true
Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens
Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother
And tell her stories to her children in
The future
Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya
poem by Carolyn Sears
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The Psychiatrist In You
where all eyes feast
on the sexy woman walking down the street
you look the other way around
your eyes
look at their eyes and they do not notice
perhaps only I
notice it, i know that you are different
and i guess it takes one really to
know one
you are so beautiful
you are so mindful, and that makes the real difference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At a restaurant
I once went to a restaurant
called the tent
somewhere in Sea point
and the owner laid a feast
of lamb stew
and rice in front of me.
The Turkish coffee
was without sugar
and extremely strong,
but a belly dancer
danced up to me
and smiled sweetly
and every motion
had a rhythm of its own.
There was electricity
when I danced along
and passion glowed
in her dark eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Candy Man
Come my child,
Come & play for a while.
I have candy & sweets for you,
If you’re a good boy I’ll give you cakes too.
Eat, eat as much as you like.
Don’t worry about anything my little tyke.
For tonight we shall eat & eat,
And have us a great little feast.
Of food beyond your wildest dreams,
Just stay here with me, for all as it seems.
And stay, stay just for a while.
So says the little candy man,
Watch for the little candy man.
For he may eat you, in a stew, or a can,
Or he’ll eat you alive in a frying pan.
Come, come my child,
Come & play for a while.
As I sharpen my forks & knifes,
I am so lonely for you see, little child I have no wives.
So you keep me company in my great little feast,
All I’ll need is little more salt & a little yeast.
First I’ll cut you up & drink your blood,
Skin you nice & throw it in the mud.
There you go in the oven to bake,
As I watch your dead little eyes still awake.
Come, come my child, & play for a while.
So says the little candy man,
Watch for the little candy man.
For he may eat you, in a stew, or a can,
Or he’ll eat you alive in a frying pan.
poem by Yazzy Nixon
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An Honest Perception...
look these ink blots
are not butterflies, they are just ink blots
are you wasting ink on the paper?
are you careless blotting this paper?
you have stained them and they do not look good at all.
do not force me into saying
there are butterflies there
or bats or
clowns, there aren't any
there are no flapping wings
no dragons
no fire, no journeys of a snowman
there are no monsters that live
on paper
they're too heavy to carry on a permeable
sap of trees
slices of wood and lines of fountain
pen...
i am serious now and i am realistic
i want you to feel that i am concrete as a slab as real as a floor
where you stamp your feet and hear my sound
do not force me into a belief that you are an illusion
because you are not
i am not an illusion. i am sad. I am a recipient of your unfairness.
but i am not dead.
tomorrow i will bathe myself with the light of the sun.
i reflect light i am real.
i will dive into the deep river
i splash water, i am a body, i am real.
watch out, i have thoughts and you do not see them.
i have seen you misled me, and i become the storm.
these inkblots stain me. I am real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterflies Are Free
Dont close your hand
Just close your eyes
And I will stay right by your side
And if this world turns cruel & cold
Look to the skies
Dont you see the truth?
The power of one, the power of two
The power of me loving you
Chorus:
Butterflies are free
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Know that I know
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
You see a light
You hear the call
And if I dont let you fly
I dont know you at all
So go on and roam
See all that you can
Born unto this earth a curious soul
You and you alone
Can make you feel whole
But dont I add truth
Youve never known
Chorus
The tighter the grip
The more youll resist
Its human nature I suppose
But Id rather be surprised by a kiss
Then under your control
Chorus
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Know that I know
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
Chorus
Chorus
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Young Butterflies
Young butterflies,
Please, let your tender wings grow
Before you try to hit the skies
In an attempt to early fly
When the time is not right!
Scared to Hell you would be
If this dangerous endeavor
You would desperately try
When the time
Doesn't seem to be right!
Take my advice
Young butterflies,
I, the humble gardener
Who in my colorful garden
Have seen many like you
Trying to fly for the first time,
Defying the rules of gravity
When the time is not right!
Young butterflies,
Listen to the echo of the wind
And let Mother Nature
Takes its course!
While happily you welcome
The birth of a new sunrise
That would bring hope
To your tender life!
Young butterflies,
Let your wings grow
Until they are ready to flap
And you would be able to fly
And dance in the skies!
Please, young butterflies,
Listen to my humble advice!
Wishing you luck in your first flight!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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A Blue Bird...
THERE is a blue bird
nesting inside my belly
there are butterflies in
there too,
THERE is nothing that
comes out from my belly
there is nothing that
flutters in there
nothing flies away
there is nothing
that comes out from
my mouth
THERE is only a blue bird
in my belly
the butterflies do not
last
only the blue bird
yes
this blue bird
this silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterflies
I would spin for you a blanket
Out of gold and silver threads
I would let my gentle bosom
Be a pillow for your head
Id caress your perfect body
On a rosy bed at night
Play you love songs on a golden harp
And sing you butterflies
In a diamond-studded chalice
On an emerald-plated tray
I would bring to you sweet nectar
And gifts of bright array
I would paint for you a castle
In a blue and yellow sky
Paint you happy ever after
And paint you butterflies
Chorus:
Butterflies, my heart flutters with the notion
I get high on the wings of sweet emotion
Darling i, I just think of you and I get butterflies
I get close to you and I get butterflies
If only I were magic
I would make the wishes true
I would wave a magic wand
And be in paradise with you
But Im just a girl that loves you
I will love you all my life
But I do have a magic feeling
And it gives me butterflies
Chorus:
Butterflies, my heart flutters with the notion
I get high on the wings of sweet emotion
Darling i, I just think of you and I get butterflies
We should fly away together, you and i
Off to paradise forever, I get high
I get close to you and I get butterflies
I think of you and I get butterflies
Fade:
I will spin for you a blanket out of gold and silver threads
If only I were magic, I would make the wishes true
I would wave a magic wand and be in paradise with you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Random Randomness #1
Butterflies in flight
Brilliant rainbow colors
Ripple past the pond
In the broad day light
While eating chopped bugs
poem by Tori chanthawoharn
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Rainbow Butterflies
Rainbow butterflies, hovering around
competing for nectar, where flowers are found
They know their life span is very short
they wont give up or their mission abort
To drink from the flowers whenever they can
turning into rainbows, again and again
Rainbow butterflies, hovering around
in suspended animation, where flowers are found.
poem by White Tiger
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Butterfiles
VERSE
Swallow purple terror candy
Don't forget to breathe
Sickened by the wanting
And drowning from the need
This dichromatic vision
Of one who does not care
To sipping cocktail sedatives
Two months to hide somewhere
CHORUS
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that-
you walk over
VERSE
The wolf has caught the chicken
And now I feel unsteady
Emotions on the blink again
So kick me when you're ready
Here lies a violet coffin
The death of my control
Along with all my skeletons
They put them in the hole
VERSE
Sickened by the notion
I give myself again
Choking on the bullet, the gun-
thats found a friend
So raise your glass to sorrow
And drink to all the pain
Tie a silver ribbon around
The pieces that remain
CHORUS
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that-
you walk over
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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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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