Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree
Your secret, perched in ecstasy
Defies imprisonment!
An hour in Chrysalis to pass,
Then gay above receding grass
A Butterfly to go!
A moment to interrogate,
Then wiser than a "Surrogate,"
The Universe to know!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Silent Cocoon
at the end
to make yourself a shield from all those
invasive matters of the
heart
you keep yourself enclosed in that
same cocoon
always that same same cocoon
hard so hard outside
this time you promise yourself
there shall be no butterfly ending
more of keeping
the silence of that cocoon
hanging upon a twig
under those
dead leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Everyone Needs A Cocoon
EVERYONE NEEDS A COCOON
Everyone needs a cocoon-
A small place in themselves in which to hide-
From the difficulties, the complaints, the arguments, the angers of this world –
A small place within themselves
In which they and their own dreams
Are master.
How else could we survive
Given the pains of all these others outside-ourselves also-
Who never let us rest?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Butterfly
Constantly creepin' caterpillar,
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
Soon you might emerge,
And you're made to emerge.
A little longing to love, lush,
Starving for affection.
Hidden by the size of my perfection,
With one exception...
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
How do I hide somebody from the great blue wide?
I'll come and sweep you up,
'Cause your time ain't up, be patient.
Now you see the sun is rising and your realizing,
Wise enough to know,
That you gotta let yourself grow.
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
If you wanna butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
What goes around comes back around;
This is nature's way.
Be conscious of what you do,
Because you will be repaid.
If you put turnips in the ground,
You will not harvest grapes.
You are what you attracted,
And this is why I say;
Uhhhhhh...
If you wanna a butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
If you wanna a butterfly,
You gotta be a butterfly.
You know that nothing falls out of the sky.
Constantly creepin' caterpillar,
Still a swoon in a cocoon.
Soon you might emerge,
And be made to emerge.
Maybe...
Still a swoon in a cocoon (repeated MANY times!)
Uhhhhhh...
song performed by by India Arie
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Cuckoo Cocoon
Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. he is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. the only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering
T. he guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.
Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess Im losing touch.
Dont tell me this is dying, cos I aint changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Theres nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that Ive known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that Im alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this cant be real
But I feel good.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if Im a prisoner locked in some brooklyn jail
- or some sort of jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - Im still rael and Im stuck in some kind of cave.
What couldve saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.
song performed by by Genesis
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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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The Butterfly
as the wind sings, the trees dance in the most magnificent flows
and the river stream strenght its powerful turbid, down the river bank,
where the lilies and the stones jump to its tremendous joy of gladness
so sweet to see and feel, when all the birds flies beyond what we
can't reach, a blows of wind that echo there dances with the trees, spectacular beauty has it gain when melody, whisper in my ears,
that brings splendid songs of the butterfly
lives in the cocoon, miles a away, in an hour it hibernation in the distance shore, waiting the moment, when things get ripe and the
joy that it gives, will linger on in our naked eyes, for remembering is
knowing the future it takes
as the spirit it flies into the air, with its wings swing up, up in the sky, chanting the wild as it goes high, and as the sun shielded by the clouds, the cool breeze air fall into the cocoon nest, the wandering pupa, magical and gradually makes it easy way, turn into a very nice
larvae
a magic has made wonderful things to happen in a most unexpected
way, a moment to tell that everything has something to feel, a time in
our life to stand, to walk, to decide, to experience, to know and a time
to understand and accept that we are just a part of the whole sujourner of life with others cocoon
as it grows and turn into a mature butterfly, we can sing and swing the
last dance of the butterfly, beneath our very own cocoon, that moment
is a minute to wait, that once in our life time, we have experience of what is being a butterfly, who fly beyond this wonderful world we
see.
poem by Antonio Liao
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Monarch
That butterfly I knew.
Pretending to be just a caterpillar...
With nothing else to do.
Crawling upon a branch,
And on leafs I saw it chew.
I watched this masquerade...
And stayed focused on it too!
That butterfly I knew,
Then tried to hide itself...
Inside a cocoon!
That butterfly I knew...
Inside that cocoon grew.
I saw a wing of beauty appear.
With designs of color too!
Did I imagine this in sleep?
Is that caterpillar pulling on me...
Some magical trick or treat?
And then it winked at me and flew away.
As if to say to me in flight...
'I wish I had your time,
With nothing else on my mind...
But to sit and contemplate on ways,
On how to waste my days and life!
I've got things to get done and do.
Do you? '
And this Monarch,
Away flew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revelation
Worms had gnawed holes into leave upon leave
of my vegetables
and to me the vegetable garden was totally ruined
but about the intruders I wanted to know more.
I considered wiping them out,
to find a way to come to the rescue,
but to a new realization I did come
when the beauty of butterflies astounded me
where they were appearing from cocoon upon cocoon
with gauze-thin wings that were spreading out
and suddenly my aversion had ended
when I got a glimpse at the wonder of new life
and my attention was drawn
on a creature spreading its wings in flight.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Stop crying
Stop crying when someone abuses you,
The crying makes the abuser more abusive.
Stand against evil and strive for your rights,
Never shed another dropp of hot tear.
Troubles look so troubled,
After you pick up the confidence.
When thousands of stars and human smile at you,
Why do you weep silently?
Your wings are tied if the cocoon is your dwelling,
Break open the cocoon and spread your wings,
Then The whole world is yours to explore,
Enjoy the wind and sun and have fun.
When the rules of humanity are followed,
When the responsibilities are well observed,
When we are faithful, we will have peace,
No treasure equals that peace and we are blessed.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The loss of losing
The loss of losing,
Can be devastating.
How we react,
Can be worse.
Wrap ourselves in a lined cocoon,
Of a depressing clot.
A metamorphose of renewed life,
Is a difficult chrysalis to break.
Hiding here won’t give resilients,
To overcome the loss.
poem by Mark Glaser
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One new Butterfly!
One day I know one new butterfly will be born
His mother is busy to keep a watch on the cocoon
She is waiting to see her baby
Stage by stage the caterpillar is taking shapes and try to form in to a butterfly from that cocoon
As the time fled
Alas, after a time
The baby is taking birth into a butterfly
Time to fly!
Time for the farewell with his mother
Now it is becoming mature slowly...
It is born successfully for his mother's watch!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Life Bottled is Death
I am a butterfly
I flitter about
I rest awhile
I soar
What makes me beautiful?
I could keep you guessing for hours.
Capture me with a lid and bowl
I will die before your eyes.
My wings loose desire, life vanishes from my soul.
As I sit in despair my heart returns to the cocoon.
Look at what you are missing,
life without rhythm to a butterflies tune.
Trust in the nature of a thing.
A butterfly flitters and flies,
it may return it may go.
Isn't that what makes it truly beautiful?
Who would watch a butterfly if we already knew it's next move?
Trust in the nature of a thing.
For a butterfly is always a butterfly
whether resting or soaring,
or tightly wrapped in a cocoon.
poem by Sarah Hughes
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We Are in a Cocoon Aug 15th,2012
WE ARE IN A COCOON AUG 15TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Almost all our politicians are completely party bound,
With religious fealty they remain faithful and renowned,
They do and vote according to their party instructions,
All changes are frowned on unless they are party productions.
The party agenda, whether right or left, has to be obeyed,
And no Ottawa aristocrat appointee can be betrayed,
And binding referendums will remain completely banned,
Therefore Canadians issues alone by themselves may not stand.
Death with dignity can never be politically discussed,
Like Sue Rodriguez, you and I could end up in painful disgust,
We should have proportional representation sometime soon,
A small insignificant change to get us out of this cocoon.
AUG 15TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Butterflies
The withered sparkle-chips on earth spawn
Caterpillars ere butterflies shrunk in cocoon and cocoon
Swarm with myriad colours out when born
Success of ascension, patterned designs strewn
Egg to larva to pupate on
A cycle of struggle to emerge soon
Butterfly does flirt flower to flower upon
A triumphant mirth of silky, honeyed boon
O'human, ask within why you're gone
Lust and creed to you did who spoon
Out yourself from yourself when drawn
Bad and sad'll never be a boon
Waltz around butterflies iridescently on
Waft up hordes of success soon
Difficulties pupate to endure on
Butterfly be from birth though struggle-sown
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Centipede
No need to stay stuck on bended knees,
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
Feel that wind outside your cocoon,
Crooning with a hope you will join it soon.
To fly in the sky like a Butterfly high.
And all you have to do is give it a try.
See those leaves budding on that tree,
Blossoming with giggles as they dance in the breeze.
And that grass below your feet,
Wishing you would move them so they can breathe.
Feel that wind outside your cocoon,
Crooning with a hope you will join it soon.
To fly in the sky like a Butterfly high.
And all you have to do is give it a try.
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
Get up from that hole and move with speed.
Like you've got the legs of a centipede.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marriage is a custom brought about by women who then proceed to live off men and destroy them, completely enveloping the man in a destructive cocoon or eating him away like a poisonous fungus on a tree.
quote by Richard Harris
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The second Cocoon questions that and deals much more directly with the value of living in the real world with its trials and tribulations. I would say it's about that and not about aging or death.
quote by Daniel Petrie
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Cocoon
I want to hide leaving all the burdens.
Which is penetrates me day & night.
Why this unusual wake up early in the morning?
And I fight with the life for nothing.
Dear Caterpillar, if you like
We can exchange our bodies and souls.
I prefer your cocoon better than this open prison.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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How
how
nuts are breded in their shells
how
they swing on their trees
they are chests hidden in nature
how
a slk worm weaves in her cocoon
and the turns to a butterfly
spoiling the cocoon
how
it rains from the clouds
how
with whites snow fall from the sky
which finger does not hurt
when cut
my mother udes to say to her children
how
blooms the spring flowers
how the trees
return and are covered to greens
how
resist the last fall flowers
to cold
how
death knocks at your door at any time
even if you do not expect the visit
however
somehow
we will go to somrwhere else one day
in turn
what and how
we will leave things behind
bad or good
the most of the attendants
in our last funeral prayer
will be the stranger ı know
the ones who acquı ts us from our sins
are the strangers evidently
do not ever die
if it is in your hands
when you die
you are bried immediately
you and your memories
as the days pass
you are forgotten
your memories are faded slowly and slowly
poem by Metin Sahin
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I'm not really involved with politics... I'm living in my cocoon with my classical music around.