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Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
The bushes sail like small colors.

Small, small princesses calmly lead a clear blue path.

All fields pull colorful wings.

Clouds rise,

I see butterflies!

The adorned mountain winds swiftly flights the field of wings.

Butterflies move like a lively sail.

Life, life, and endurance!

So lovely!

Floating quietly, like a winged angel.

The amazing wings swiftly fly to the blue bush!

Never fight a moon!

Wings travel so far...

Life is to short!

Time for never ending sleep.

Bye Bye Butterflies!

Poet Ron


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Butterflies Reading
http://youtu.be/LdecQpnDBec
B Dec 2014
My eyes laid upon you for the first time today.
Every time I glanced in your direction;
You took my breath away
And if you haven't left when you did;
I would have passed out.
I could only imagine how I would have felt if you noticed me.

But you and I will never be.
Just Alice Dec 2014
She opened her eyes
Disappointed that she's still alive
Another day filled with pain
Another day of endless shame

She was tired
and wanted this to end
Tonight
Tonight she'll no longer fight
Tonight
It will all end tonight

With her head down, as if trying to hide
She faced the crowd for one last time
Whispers started as she walked by
Eyes on her as if she committed a crime

Just as she tried to hide
A stranger came to her side
She braced herself, prepared for an attack
Ready to take a blow, ready to be mocked

But he just smiled
Flashing his crooked white teeth
And called her beautiful
But she didn't believe
For her ears were filled with hatred and mockery

He called her beautiful
Again and again
Until she believes

That night she went to sleep
Her nightmare vanished
Replaced by hopeful dreams

She opened her eyes
Thanking God that she's still alive
It may be another day filled with pain
And endless shame
But she knew her life will never be the same

With her head down, still trying to hide
She faced the crowd for one more time
Whispers still started as she walked by
Eyes still on her as if she committed a crime

And then suddenly, the stranger came
As if to protect her from all the shame
He called her beautiful
Again and again
Until it's all she hears

He called her beautiful
Making her forget
Years of torment
Years of living hell

He called her beautiful
And she believed.
Erin Lee Dec 2014
Lovely is* the moment that we
appreciate the day given to us by God and
endless is the universe that turns evermore
As the dawn slowly melts from light *
into night
Lunar Dec 2014
Broken people are beautiful. Their shattered parts are clear. You can observe and see what's in their minds. And their rough, edgy sides... oh, the excitement to discover! Those large pieces of them -- you can probably hug the life out of it. The smaller portions can easily hide and wait for you to seek it.

But take caution: Once you mishandle them, you'll get a cut.
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
Beautiful as faith!
Beautiful as hope!
Beautiful as your parents helping God bring an angel into this world.

Beautiful as brother and sister playing.
Beautiful as hearing children laughing.

Beautiful as warm sunshine though a window,
On a cold winter's day.

Beautiful as a garden of colorful roses.
Beautiful as a rainbow.

Beautiful as cotton clouds floating in a blue sky.
Beautiful when you look up to heaven with a bright smile.
Beautiful as happiness.

Beautiful when you play piano song.
Your piano song is so beautiful it makes me cry.

You are beautiful as...


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Cause you're beautiful inside and out ♥
http://youtu.be/BJ6O0THEIVw
Adrianna Aarons Dec 2014
I’ve been thinking about the first time I laid eyes on you,
I’ve been thinking about you way too much lately, if you ask me.
You don’t need someone like me,

You don’t need a weight to hold you down while you run from
The east coast to the west coast to north to south,
Waiting for you to return to me.

I will fight to be yours until my very, very last exhale,
Don’t doubt my feelings, darling, because they are much too real.

I’ve been craving those butterflies that bounced off the knot in my stomach
That very day when you smiled at me from underneath a halo of blue,
That very day when your eyes fell upon me and I caught my breath,
When you waved, smiled, sang, smiled, smirked for us all to see.

They’ve been telling me to take a breath between words, between thoughts,
I can’t get ’em down on paper quick enough.

I want to remember every little jump my stomach made
At the touch of your skin, at the sound of your name.
Oh, but now I’m thinking I should take a breath, before I lose it all.

Now I’m thinking, clear as I possibly can
With all those thoughts of you in my head,
That I should give everyone a break
From all the blushing and babbling about

You.
Wonderful, glorious, divine, enchanting, entrancing
You.

Hey, I said I’d give it a break,
But if I stop completely I may
Go even more insane.
Jade Massey Dec 2014
Those clear liquid drops of fluid that roll down your cheek when you cry. Crying defies the scientific explanation. Tears are only supposed to lubricate the eyes. When tear glands overproduce tears at the behest of emotion...I think it's our way of releasing those emotions; sadness, grief, desperation, anger, shock, happiness, etc. Emotions are weird things. As humans, we have hearts and brains. But emotion also defies scientific explanation. Hearts are only supposed to pump blood, not feel emotion. I guess, in a way, humans defy scientific explanation. We cry, we have feelings. But it's beautiful. Tears fill our eyes until they're blurry and we can hardly see. Tears roll down our cheeks, the sides of our noses, into our slightly open lips, down our chins, and even along our necks. When eyes are full of tears and they glint in the light, it's almost inhumanly beautiful. But tears can also be ugly things. When you cry, tears clog your throat, your nose. You have to breathe in gasping breaths and you can't see because your eyes are too blurry. All you feel is the damp marks your tears left. When you look in a mirror, your eyes are blotchy and your nose is bright red. Your eyeballs are glassy and water marks your skin. After a good long cry, you grow tired and fall asleep. When you wake, your face feels like it has been scrubbed raw, but really it's just the tear tracks. It isn't the tears that are ugly, but the crying. Humans are complex beings. Everything about them is also complex. Sometimes, those complex things are beautiful. Like...Teardrops.
["Crying defies the scientific explanation. Tears are only supposed to lubricate the eyes. When tear glands overproduce tears at the behest of emotion..." (Insurgent, Roth)]
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
I awoke Sunday morning.
Never understanding completely,

I hear a familiar song playing.
Out my window to my surprise!
I see a field of red roses in bloom.

In this beautiful redness I see an angel in a blue dress,
Floating at a piano and playing
The song “Only Hope”

Rose...

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Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
I am always asked,

“How can I love and write about a place that I have never been to,
Korea?”

Crazy, I know!

I like the romantic answer.
I lived and suffered in this place called Korea in a past life.
Or I will be born Korean in a hundred years.

In any case. This place called Korea,
Will always be in my dreams...

“Have you ever been lucky enough to figure out where your dreams come from? I have. I've written many poems about a place that I have only been to in my dreams.  This beautiful place is called Korea.”
- Ronald J Chapman

“I'm in love with cities I've never been to and people I've never met.”
- John Green, “Paper Towns”

“Is it possible to miss a place you've never been? To mourn a time you never lived?”
- Jack Harper, “Oblivion”


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Beautiful Korea
http://youtu.be/wp704pfKqOk
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