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Soft Kissing Eureka Moment Days

been writing my fireflies
fireflies always buzz my mind
illuminating my solo nights

soft kissing eureka moment days
shall I share my dear enchantment fireflies
as fireflies dance through my mind

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Life Of A Firefly

cool, quick
rolling, streaming past
bright and sombre
the last of the fireflies

soft, pink hand
cup around
capture contain
the last of the fireflies

poem by Adelaida Castillo
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Spiders And Fireflies

It is July,
Where have all the fireflies gone?
The fireflies from my childhood,
The ones that used to amuse me,
The ones I used to chase,
and capture,
and make my own.
I guess they symbolize the
Innocence from my Childhood,
and I guess,
They have ran off with the
Innocence from my Childhood.
Now I'm overwhelmed with spiders.
Everywhere I turn,
There's another spider at my back.
Where did they come from?
Where did the fields go,
that I once captured fireflies in?

poem by Carey Noelle
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Fireflies Of Love

Fireflies of Love.
Summer by the river of temptation,
vinyl records and turntable gramophone
songs about love and longings.
Naive lyric, but for our young hearts it
had a deep meaning.
Passion like fireflies filled the air, the aroma
of grass and the scent of green leaves,
enchantment and adoration.
Nothing is like first love, alas it never lasts
and like fireflies, disappear at first light.
Liver spotted hands turn the pages of memories,
shiny leaves of youth clear as the river and
undimmed by middle-aged cynicism.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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What The Fireflies Must Mean

according to Urias
the fireflies
are the ideas that we let
go on a dark night
and they fly
and we do not
catch them

they must go
searching
for other fireflies
their own kind
of flashes
and blinkings

we are here
watching them
in amazement

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Natures Firefly

Fireflies in the rose garden
Evenings cover a blanket of black
Locked securely over the galaxy
To the moon and all the way back;

Mirrored in the storms images
Dancing in droplets before my eyes
Unfolding in a glimmer-shimmer...
Are the brillant fireflies;

Hovering over a moistened leaf...
Lightening flashes upon shadowed lanes
Near to the lakes showered landing...
Come fireflies in the rain;

By: Theodora Onken

December 14,2011

poem by Theodora Onken
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Monologue 1

it was only last night
that i noticed that there were
only two fireflies
lighting the mahogany tree

the other day
they cut the chico
for they need firewood
the little boy once told his mother
that a white fairy lives there

what is the point?
the white fairy owns the tree
and it is only the little boy who believes about this

the chico tree is where the fireflies
sleep in the morning

two fireflies have not accepted
that their dwelling is gone
now they entertain the illusion
that the mahogany
could still be the chico tree
in their own minds.

that is what the legend is.
and you may not believe it.

now that boy does not believe
in white fairies anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fireflies On A Tree

there are no stars tonight

but there are fireflies
teemng the leaves of
this tree
in darkness

o wo wo wo

the fireflies
are mimicking stars

but in inferior flickers

substituting
real twinkles

the tree in the dark
now begins
to look like
the Milky Way Galaxy

and look at you

you are nothing
but an atom
vibrating

making some assurance
that you are still
alive

in this mimicry
of the universe

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Searching...

The darkness of my existance is blinding,
In the distance fireflies dance amidst the dark,
A flickering light in the bleakness of the abyss,
Lighting up the nothing that I have become,
Yet they are not fireflies but the lanterns of others,
They light up the blackness of my horizon,
Calling to me through the darkness,
When shall the lantern I seek set aflame my heart?
I know not what I seek for I am empty,
I have traveled decades throughout this life,
Searching for something others seem to find so easily,
Searching... Yet finding nothing...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Fireflies

A lake softly shimmering, in the evening's sunset glow,
Fireflies are dancing above it, moving swiftly to and fro,
Like a shower of confetti, they gyrate in a swirling mass,
Hovering over the surface, lightly humming as they pass.

Sparkles of light flickering, whilst they quickly skim, advancing
Across the water, each one striving to fulfil the art of prancing,
As if, in one mad moment, held fast in a rhythmic trance,
They become, totally mesmerized, by the magic of the dance.

With all these fireflies parading, they are, such a wondrous sight,
Their grand display, becomes a vision of absolute delight,
Thousands of them have gathered, to join this vast array,
Each one glittering with luminosity, at the ending of the day.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Fireflies and Summer Nights

At ten I caught fireflies
in the Chicago night
cupping them in my hands
giving them to you
where we watched them
twinkle away
above us
indistinguishable from the stars.

The next day you took me
to see the butterflies
land
to drink the Flower's Ambrosia-
their wings gently swaying.

My hamster got to know you on sight
and squealed when you snuck into my room;
you would feed him sunflower seeds;
he took them staring
lovingly at you.

That summer
on your grandparents farm
you showed me how to position a horseshoe
for each nail driven;
where each day we rode the fences
counting the cows
to be sure
no one was missing.

We were a little family then
boy and girl
mare and stallion
clopping along
by the little brook
coming back
each day
sitting supper.

One day your
grandfather whispered to me
'Did you kiss her yet? '
I stammered and didn't answer
and he said
'Well what are you waiting for?
I know my granddaughter
just like her grandmother
she'd like a little kiss.'

Down state Illinois had fireflies too
and I punched holes in the top of a peanut butter jar
with 25 fireflies inside
who illuminated that first kiss-
yours and mine;
when the jar lid came open
the fireflies flew
some landing in your hair
twinkling and blinking.

I took them out one by one
setting them free
my face close to your face
and I kissed you again
pressing close
an
Eternal Memory

Now
and
Then.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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While Someone Telephones

Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse,
minutes of a barbaric condescension.
--Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees,
at their dark needles, accretions to no purpose
woodenly crystallized, and where two fireflies
are only lost.
Hear nothing but a train that goes by, must go by, like tension;
nothing. And wait:
maybe even now these minutes' host
emerges, some relaxed uncondescending stranger,
the heart's release.
And while the fireflies
are failing to illuminate these nightmare trees
might they not be his green gay eyes.

poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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A Mumble....

how i wish to be just everything
a tree full of leaves where some stars hang out tonight
or just fireflies if there be no stars
that will suffice or if there are no fireflies at all
perhaps a candlelight
a lonely candle put upon one of its roots
or if there be none at all
no tree or leaf or ground
or worm
i still just wish that i be everything in that nothing
a space
an echo a dust a wind
i just want to dissipate in everything that comes my way
a memory of you in a minute
or just a crumpled paper
a dew that dries up in air
a mark on the leaf
a scratch of the stone
a left over moss
i just want to have an image of myself
something to think about
for the meantime that you are not here
i simply want to explode
scatter
till no one finds me here

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the fireflies of Puerto P.

we take the boat at night
the sea is having its low tide

we are going to the place where the fireflies are mating
we trace the rivers like blood to our veins

the moon has not come at that hour
the trees along the banks are mere shadows

the fireflies are all there
glistening like stars in the heavens

there is so much silence
what we can hear is only the sound of the boat sliding on the river

i've seen for once the magic of their lights
and there i am but a mere shadow against the trees

the journey towards my childhood begins
where Papa trapped all of them inside a jar for us to marvel

how life gives light and how quick shall death take it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Never Written

to write
hungry to write
and over

a lifetime
to have written
so little

less than
two years
writing

if compressed
into full time
writing

to have said
to have written
so little

when thought
so much
deep thoughts

never written
never recorded
never achieved

never expressed
never articulated
never illuminating

what a waste
modern sibyl
only whispered

briefly
self paid time
a fireflies flight

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dancing To The Music Of Fireflies

Sound of gravel crunching
On a lonely country lane
Then parking neath an ol' Oak Tree

Radio softly playing
An ol' George Jones song
Of broken hearts and misery

The hypnotic rise,
before one's eyes
That only fireflies can bring

The swirling sigh
of hormone's tide
The intoxicating smell of spring

The night slips by
The moon hangs high
honey locust blossoms scent the air

My hands cradle your head
I bury my face
in the musky perfume of your hair

Your lips to mine
Our legs and arms entwined
Our bodies start to sway

And we slow dance…
To the music of fireflies
…Until the light of day…

poem by David Whalen
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Night Murmurs

1. You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding

Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist

You wait by the door

As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting
II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us

III.
If we listen to dawn dreams
We shall hear prophets scream
Nothing
To a mutter

One speaks of the underworld so endless
Unmoving as the sky stretches a distance of lies
No farther
Or it will break

There are no skies no caves
No edges no space
Nothing
To whisper

IV.
We are shooting stars in space
Shot into nothing
Yet we keep on shooting

For the moment
We close down
We set strong feet on land
Like steel gates stilled

We look into our eyes
Tears are dwindling
Thus far, we cannot cease fearing
For nothing

V.
There is God
As the world keeps ears
For each earthworm in the void

He shall hear us
Shouting the questions
Dinning,
Rocking the ruckus of cumulus
In this outcry

He shall know us
By eyes and mouth
By hand by footprints
And the grasses covering all

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ramblings

You cannot lock the door
Now, night shall open it
For fireflies to come in
They slept in hiding

Like you, fireflies fly away
Pallid cowards from rain
Lest their lights die in the mist

You wait by the door

As true stars come again
Lighting night skies
My Fireflies shall reveal
Inferior flickers under
The now, brimming
Skies bursting

II.
How many full moons passed
Past your sad window?
Your fingers cannot tell
They’re used to gripping
Rusty doorknobs
A great deal to ancestry
Our human hands corroded
We cannot reach nor outrun
Rust becomes us