Buttercup
This morning there’s blankness in my mind,
which is quite unusual for me to find.
The creative process has all but dried up,
but then I thought of a buttercup.
A buttercup comes to mind with a golden glow,
as though kissed by sunlight for a special show.
As children we placed a buttercup under our chin
and were amazed by its reflection onto our skin.
It was said that if a bright yellow glow was seen,
you preferred butter on your bread to margarine.
A child’s way of passing a warm summer’s day,
as you sat on the grass letting time slip away.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I am the monarch of the Sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,--
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts
His sisters and his cousins!
Whom he reckons by the dozens,
And his aunts!
'I am the lowliest tar
That sails the water.
And you, proud maiden, are
My captain's daughter.'
'Refrain, audacious tar.
Your suit from pressing;
Remember what you are,
And whom addressing.'
For I am called Little Buttercup,--dear Little Buttercup,
Though I never could tell why;
But still I'm called Buttercup,--poor Little Buttercup,
Sweet Little Buttercup I!
Fair moon, to thee I sing
Bright regent of the heavens;
Say, why is every thing
Either at sixes or at sevens!
He is an Englishman!
For he himself has said it,
And it's greatly to his credit
That he is an Englishman.
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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A Bee Reflects
Buttercup, I am the fluxing
structure that connects.
You and I are the universe,
a dancing couplet specked
in the whirl of timelessness;
the flaming flowering
of our singularity.
Buttercup, I fed the leopard
through the veins of time,
contriving sequences:
the hard poetry of hunger,
the gravity of death,
a single cell to petals
to tragic wings
Buttercup, we are rolling,
though a long darkness
through our lonely selves.
We are the flickering spark
in the will of the endless way,
of the burning down
of beauty.
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Ducking Buttercup
In the midst of our last argument,
I did a reaching to kiss your lips.
And you balled your fist,
Prepared to hit me.
In the midst of our last argument,
I did a reaching to kiss your lips.
And you balled your fist,
Prepared to hit me.
To do it and split.
But I...
Am not a ducking buttercup.
Someone that gives up easy.
No I...
Am not a ducking buttercup.
Someone that gives up easy...
To appease someone,
Who is quick to leave.
After a plucking of me has been done.
In the midst of an argument...
I'm not a ducking buttercup,
Easily plucked when I've had enough.
No I...
Am not a ducking buttercup.
Easily plucked when I've had enough.
No I...
Am not a ducking buttercup.
I've got a backbone tough that's rough enough.
In the midst of our last argument,
I did a reaching to kiss your lips.
And you balled your fist,
Prepared to hit me.
To do it and split.
But I...
Am not a ducking buttercup.
Someone that gives up easy,
When the going gets tough!
Believe me when I say,
I'm not a ducking buttercup.
Believe me when I say,
I'm not a ducking buttercup.
Believe me when I say,
I'm not a ducking buttercup.
Someone that gives up easy,
When the going gets tough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lift Me Up Like You've Plucked a Buttercup
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Many in fits can't handle what they get.
And they seek partnerships...
That end in arguments,
Gone ballistic.
Left in realistic lethal pieces.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
Just leave don't mention...
Any attitude you've got,
That's dropped you mopin'!
Take a little whiff of me I'll free you easy.
I'm that destiny you need.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
ooo-ooo
Just Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summertime Rolls
Fell into
A sea of grass
And disappeared among
The shady blades...
Children all
Ran over me
Screaming tag!
You are the one!
He trips her as
Her sandals fail
She says stop!
I'm a girl...
Whose fingernails are made
Of mother's pearl...
Yellow buttercup
Helicopters
Orange buttercat
Chasing after
The crazy bee
Mad about somebody...
Me and my girlfriend
Don't wear no shoes
Her nose is painted pepper
Sunlight...
She loves me
I mean it's serious
As serious can be...
She sings a song and
I listen to what it says:
If you want a friend
Feed any animal...
There was so much space
I cut me a piece
With some fine wine
It brought peace to my mind
In the summertime...
And it rolled
Summer.... oh...
Oh.... the summertime rolls
song performed by by Jane's Addiction from Nothing's Shocking
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Buttercup
Emotions
Up and down
up and down
up and down
Like that homo with ocd turning off and on the light switch
10 times
then stepping backwards
and doing a pirouette in reverse before he
leaves the house
Today you were my buttercup
Yesterday
I wanted to saw off your head
and bury it in the backyard next to the hamster
I forgot to give water to
I want to saw you up my little buttercup
poem by Sara Fielder
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Buttercup
Summer is brought
through this lemon zest
of colour-
reflected under the chin,
means, that you like
a flavour.
And in the meadows
of childhood,
and Laughter's happiness,
caught between
the embrace of trees,
at Glendalough,
we sit together.
Like buttercups
In the meadow of laughter,
A reflection upon my chin,
and smile and
laughter,
like a buttercup in
The summer meadow,
Your happiness,
reflects and refracts.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Nuclear Infected
I'm nuclear infected
I really don't mind
I just go out when the sun goes down
And have a real good time.
I can clear out any ballgame
In a minute and a half
Just show up - glow up
And have a real good laugh
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
I'm nuclear infected
Really ain't that bad
In fact it's about the best time
I guess I ever had
I'm nuclear infected
Looking for a mate
So slip on something lead, babe
And go out on a date
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue, yeah
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
Nuclear infected....... don't make me angry
Nuclear infected....... don't make shake
Nuclear infected....... don't get me to sneeze
Nuclear infected....... that's a big mistake
I want to live on Three Mile Island
Where things are clean and neat
'Cause we don't have no health freaks
Clutterin' up our streets
I'm nuclear infected, I need something to eat
A China Syndrome Salad with plutonium and cheese.
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Endearments
Hey my little peanut,
hey my buttercup,
all these things I call you
I just make them up.
Endearments from my heart
come through words I use.
I hope they're not embarrasing.
They're just my little clues
that I give to you to keep
as you're growing much too fast.
These precious days I spend with you
make me wish they'd last.
A grandma feels the closeness
that makes her feel alive.
All too soon these days will go
and then we will arrive
where both of us are older
and still to me you'll be
my peanut and my buttercup
alive in my memory.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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If You Need Me
Intro:
If you need me, Ill be gone
The beds still warm where you just left
But itll be colder where Ive slept
Ive always been where you needed me
But I aint the fool I used to be
You come home all hours of the night
The fragrance on you aint old spice
Tonight when you come draggin home
And find you need me, Ill be gone
1st chorus:
Ill be gone like the moon when the sun comes up
Gone like the dew from the buttercup
Gone like a woman treated wrong
If you need me, Ill be gone
So, what am I still doing here?
Youve been doin me wrong for years
Tired of pickin up and puttin out
Im leaving you lock, stock, and house
So, bye, bye, baby
Thats it, Im packed
Im aleavin now, but Ill call back
And leave this message on the code-a-phone
Sayin, if you need me, well, Ill be gone
2nd chorus:
Ill be gone like the moon when the sun comes up
Gone like the dew from the buttercup
Gone like a woman leavin home
If you need me, Ill be gone
Repeat 2nd chorus
I said, if you need me, Ill be gone
Tag:
If you need me, Ill be gone
I said, if you need me, Ill be gone
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Buttercups
Tiny little buttercups
gloriously yellow and small
growing in abundance
a wondrous sight for all.
They said if I picked one of you
and held you under my chin,
a golden glow would shine
right upon my skin.
I did it as a child
when I would see them grow.
and also as an adult
alone, so no one would know.
Tiny little buttercups
I wait for you each spring.
How do you make that yellow glow
like no other flower can bring?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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"Are you too proud to kiss me?" the morning light asks the buttercup.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Colours of Spring Current Version
The gracious orange tree's greened branchlets grow
to greet blue sky with golden sun a-glow.
The vernal verdant shoots of Spring now sprout
through soft brown earth, here, there, and round about.
Winter's grey coat is shed, no sharp winds blow,
iris and honeysuckle soft hues show.
Bees, butterflies, for pollen pastures scout
sip tulips, scene's serenity throughout.
Dawn daffodils in buttercup meadows,
red roses, amber, in alternate rows,
violets, lilacs, pinks are pushing out -
divinity of Nature none may doubt.
(31 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Morning Glow
Morning glow morning glow
Starts to glimmer when you know
Winds of change are set to blow
And sweep this whole land through
Morning glow is long past due
Morning glow fill the earth
Come on shine far all youre worth
Well be present at the birth
Of all faith looking new
Morning glow is long past due
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
You should have started long ago
Morning glow all days long
For we sing tomorrows song
Never knew we could be so strong
But now its very clear
Morning glow is almost here
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
We should have started long ago
Morning glow all your life
We can make the new day right
All the bad songs of the night
Will fade into the past
Morning glow is here at last
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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All Shook Up
(otis blackwell/elvis presley)
Yeah! oh!
Well, bless my soul, whats wrong with me ?
Im itching like a man on a fuzzy tree
The friends say Im acting wild as a bug
Im in love, Im all shook up
Im, im, im,
Im, im, im, oh lord
Yeah yeah yeah
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I cant seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck ?
Im in love, Im all shook up
Well, please dont ask me whats on my mind
A little mixed up, but Im feeling fine
Im near the girl I love the best
My heart beats so it scares me to...
She touched my hand and what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano when thats hot
Im proud to say shes my buttercup
Im in love and Im all messed up
Im, im, im...
Lawdy, lawdy
Im, im, im...
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My tongue gets tied when I try to speak
My insides shaking like a leaf on a tree
Theres only one cure for this body of mine
And thats to have that girl right here right now
She touched my hand and what a chill I got
Her lips are like a volcano when thats hot
Im proud to say shes my buttercup
Im in love and Im all shook up
song performed by by Ry Cooder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Holly Bush
The Holly Bush
It was in the depth of winter
When snow lay crisp upon the ground
That I saw the tiny creatures
Which fluttered all around.
I stepped into the garden
To see what the fuss was all about.
There was a fairy trapped in my holly bush
And her friends were trying to pull her out.
But the sharp leaves stabbed at wings
And they tangled up long hair
As the fairies attempted their rescue.
They weren’t getting anywhere.
The fairies saw me on the garden path
And that I was getting near
They hid behind my chimney stack
And cried aloud in fear.
‘Stop being silly now, ’ I told them
As I carefully pulled the fairy free.
‘My name is Buttercup’, she said
As she explained to me.
That she had been stealing the berries
To plant down in the wood
Because there was no holly left.
She was really trying to be good.
‘People like holly for Christmas
But some of them dig up all the trees.
They don’t leave anything for the birds
So, can we have some berries, please.’
I did not want my little friend
To take another fall
So I helped to pick some berries
And said I did not mind at all.
The other fairies came to thank me
Then taking a berry each, off they flew
But Buttercup waited by my side
There was something else she had to do.
She waved her hand up in the air
And her dress changed to green and red
‘This will remind me of your holly bush
And your kindness, ’ the fairy said.
So, if you find a fairy in your garden
With a dress of red and green
Please, allow her to steal some berries
For it is my friend that you have seen.
poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg
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St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
We who beg for bread as we daily tread
Country lane and city street,
Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway
To the saint with the vagrant feet.
Our altar light is a buttercup bright,
And our shrine is a bank of sod,
But still we share St. Alexis' care,
The Vagabond of God.
They gave him a home in purple Rome
And a princess for his bride,
But he rowed away on his wedding day
Down the Tiber's rushing tide.
And he came to land on the Asian strand
Where the heathen people dwell;
As a beggar he strayed and he preached and prayed
And he saved their souls from hell.
Bowed with years and pain he came back again
To his father's dwelling place.
There was none to see who this tramp might be,
For they knew not his bearded face.
But his father said, "Give him drink and bread
And a couch underneath the stair."
So Alexis crept to his hole and slept.
But he might not linger there.
For when night came down on the seven-hilled town,
And the emperor hurried in,
Saying, "Lo, I hear that a saint is near
Who will cleanse us of our sin,"
Then they looked in vain where the saint had lain,
For his soul had fled afar,
From his fleshly home he had gone to roam
Where the gold-paved highways are.
We who beg for bread as we daily tread
Country lane and city street,
Let us kneel and pray on the broad highway
To the saint with the vagrant feet.
Our altar light is a buttercup bright,
And our shrine is a bank of sod,
But still we share St. Alexis' care,
The Vagabond of God!
poem by Joyce Kilmer
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Precious to Me—She still shall be
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Precious to Me—She still shall be—
Though She forget the name I bear—
The fashion of the Gown I wear—
The very Color of My Hair—
So like the Meadows—now—
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply—She might not despise
A Buttercup's Array—
I know the Whole—obscures the Part—
The fraction—that appeased the Heart
Till Number's Empery—
Remembered—as the Millner's flower
When Summer's Everlasting Dower—
Confronts the dazzled Bee.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Carolina
Carolina, carolina, carolina, carolina
Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning
No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when i meet her in the morning
Where the morning glory
Twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning
If i had aladdin's lamp
I'd make a wish and here's what i'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning
song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Shadow
From Child's Garden of Verses
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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