"caterpiller" poems
I don't know how to tell you friend
don't feel like sayin' much at all
these days my words seem make-pretend
perhaps my pride before the fall
It's not unusual for me
to write a song without regard
for all the souls in misery
to play the sap, or happy card
but now I know just how it feels
wet sand is cold like soft concrete
and I can sit and dig my heels
'til burying my loathsome feet
and standing now without a keel
high tide they say, is coming in
I dig to break the salty seal
to free my legs to walk again....
unsocial social butterfly
finds a sunlit place to rest
the lightest breeze will pass her by
and stir again the vacant nest
she's seen a fairly ugly past
hung in, the pillar of her peers
and now the warming rays alas
will dry her bitter butter tears
and staring now, just down below
the spider's web has never freed
but pitched a battle, awesome show
which spoke again to butter's need
The words we tend to weave within
dark thoughts can surely build a wall
to block the sun and thickly spin
our pride, so fierce before the fall...
and caterpiller's stiff cocoon
gave place for wings like silk adorned
with patterns, colored matching moons
in darkened place her future formed
I speak in words, which make it real
the stuff, it all comes pouring out
a substance formed and packed with zeal
for all the things I talk about
but some not nice have taken flight
and reaching, caught within your net
like thunder in your morning; light
I spoke too soon and now regret
sometimes I tend to overthink
and miss the point, that awesome prize
I sleep, awaken, eat and drink
yet somehow came to realize
That YOU, my very precious one
sweet salty butterfly of grace
a brand new life has finally come
and gee, I LOVE that butter face!
It's not unusual for me
to write a song without regard
for all the souls in misery
to play the sap, or happy card
but more unusual to write
a poems which ends without a word
the butterfly in silent flight
the sweetest thing I've ever heard.... :)
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
TOMATO CHASE
Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless
In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful
Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green marble
Stalk n stems grow bigger
Marbles grow larger
The green fuzzy rough stems
The scent
That wonderful smell
So unique to the tomato plant
They turn green to red
Some even get incubated on a sunny sill
When it's time
Knife reveals seeds and red splotched juice
And the TASTE
A taste that fades with our age
That TASTE that we chase every summer
Close
But never a ringer
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
I want to take everything I've learned and then form it into words and everyday I'll change and tweak, arrage the letters too true to speak. but i feel more like a caterpiller crawling to the new day that is dawning in search of a branch worth something so complex as its only chance to make a cacoon. let fear ensue. i'm afraid i have rushed it and emerged too soon. i find it is not quite a flight i've opened up to, and they aren't quite wings but they'll do.
the truth?
its not a rose from the tennis court crack but it grows next to the broken beer bottle that is not quite a diamond but still sparkles in the sun. and even if it's forced, it's still a smile at it's worst-- making itself the truth when the day is done.
so what are you saying?
bask long enough in deceit and soon it will seem less like defeat and more like something you chose on your own. so maybe it's not the cookie cutter image shining on display, but who am I to say you can't grow to love. at the end of the day it still awaits. sad little place you call home. believe your thoughts. you are just a well put together mess at its best.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 3:48 PM UTC
Feed me your ideas
feed me your fears and dreams
feed me your life
I will gobble it up
like a caterpiller
I eat the leaf of life
and continue eating
untill I cant hold it in this body
and I form a new body
and cacoon
to become a higher being
of myself
but not myself
a higher being created
by the thoughts,fears, and dreams
of that branch
where thousands of leafs are there for me to feast on
your my leafs
feed me
dont die away
dont fade away
because you think
its unfathable
its not out of reach my friends
join me in the feast
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
he walks, he wiggles, on the ground
slowly but surely, without a sound.
his feet are a hundred, timely in beat
rhythm and rhyme, one, two, three.
the caterpillar is unique in his own way
nothing bothers him, he likes it that way
he comes and he goes up and down his tree
slowly but surely one, two, three.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
The life of a caterpillar
it waits
it does not know what it is waiting for
so it waits
the caterpillar wonders
it is sad
it waits
then the caterpillar
is a butterfly
and the ex-caterpiller
questions
if this
is what he was waiting for
So he waits longer
and white things fall slowly from the sky
and the butterfly questions
if this
is what he has been waiting for
So he waits
his butterfly wings grow weak
the ex-caterpiller dies
and he wonders
if this
is what he was waiting for all along
not the wings
not winter
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
We are like caterpillers.
We were made to climb, eat and sleep.
We want to climb to the top of a rock that takes a lifetime, full of ego.
And we have another choice.
We can be like butterflies!!
But how is it possible to us to become a butterfly?
We must want to become a butterfly so much that we are willing to give up to be a caterpiller!
Does it mean to die?
Well, yes and no.
It may look that you have died, but actually you are still alive.
Life doesnt end, but is merely transformed!
What do we have to do?
We make a coccon around ourselves.
And it may look we are hiding, but this is not an attempt to escape.
We are just changing place.
It may appear to us that nothing is happening, but it is.
Just remember this is a very big step because once you become a butterfly.
You can never go back to being a caterpillar again!
Dont worry about your old and special friends, because once you become a butterfly, you can always find them and help them to become a butterfly as well.
You will be a wonderful butterfly.
The entire world is waiting for you.
The end...or is it just the beginning?
This is 4 everyone, except those who have given up completely (and even they might secretly enjoy it)...
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC