"flutterby" poems
My daughter when you were little
You called butterfly's flutterby's
Because they effortlessly flutter through the skies
As a child I was as carefree as a butterfly
I always wanted to fly through the sky
But my butterfly dreams were just dreams
And they fluttered by "bye"
Resisting gravity unlike I
My darling daughter the years
Have so quickly fluttered bye
But I always cherish any moment spent with you
You always give me wings
And a song that I can sing
Flutter bye
Goodbye
I love you like the sky
And through the moments
We'll both fly away
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
*when i'm with you
i'm a teenager
riding my new ladybird
buying my 1st strawberry soda
when i'm with you
i'm a 6 year old
happily drunk on frooti
swinging in the park
infront of my house
when i'm with you
i'm as shy as a teenager
wearing a laced bra
for the first time
when i'm with you
i see a butterfly flutterby
and wonder just how many of them
are inside my heart
when i'm with you
i feel the wind in my hair
while you take me in your arms
and spin the world around me
when i'm with you
i am that 6 year old
playing hopscotch
holding my skirt
kicking about with my small toes
when i'm with you
i'm wearing that babypink & cream frock
that my father gifted on my 6th birthday,
and running around barefoot with joy
when i'm with you
i'm that shy teeanger coz
my crush has a crush on me too
when i'm with you
i want to buy popsicles & cotton candies
and collect stickers and tazos with you
when i'm with you
i let you tie my laces
and choose which color of gems
i am going to have next
When i'm with you
i wonder how blue the skies are
how green the grass is
how flirtatious the wind is
and why you love me so much*
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
*Butterfly Flutterby
The music swirls Cherry Blossoms,
pink petals fluttering in the air
as if plucked by morning notes
and you glide in dawn’s sweet touch
like a slow butterfly song.
Break down:
hey hey baby
come come
my lady
are you a butterfly
all fluttery sweet
and crazy down,
maybe you’ll dance with me
tonight.
Flip side:
this fusion, hard rock
and hip-hop
swirls cherry blossom petals
fluttering in your crazy breeze
of sweet tasting
butterfly notes.
Baby baby
you are a
sweet butterfly song
playing
dancing
in my heart...
Come come
my lady
and I will help you sing.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.27.16
Note: I drew heavily on the song by Crazy Town, “Butterfly”
the song embedded below.*
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
to affinity fortified
to fosforus frenchynice
to effortless to fantasized
to effulgent freefateflight
to fantasy freefallity
to faithful affirmity
to fabulous effervescent
to fiery ferociousness
to fairy femininity
to feline femalefool
to fuzzy flutterby
to flambouyantsy
to flameaman
to fellowfollows
to face to face
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
A knife that you can sing into
A prison cell with a pretty view
A circus show that makes you cry
Looking up to a hot pink sky
Mr. Officer is rolling a blunt
A bunny rabbit that kills and hunts
A talk show host with nothing to say
100 degrees on a rainy day
A corner baby that pays to ****
A step mother that loves you a lot
A man in an alley that just says hello
Printing directions with nowhere to go
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
as a butterfly
fleets the cocoon
vivaciously flying
towards never land
I love, love
don't let time
turn silent
the answer I find
forever in your eyes
I love, love
dive in with my fate
as an infinity
speaking softly
from what you feel…
when you're with me,
and when you are alone in flight
looking for your journeys
end
I love, to love
I sit in meadows
fresh, vibrantly green
creating shapes of
the cotton ***** above
I love, to love
breeze tangos with
my hair gently
sun illuminates you
while fluttering by
I love, to love
my heart twinkles
at the thought
never to cease
blissfully fulfilled
boundlessly intertwined
confidently whispering I love
you
I love, love...love, to love...love you
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
~ ~
*Poems. Leave a special subtle fleur
lingering around. In colours they
live. In auras of poets. They're
born. They turn. They dye.
The world. And die.
~ ~ ~
In the middle Earth we'd love
and cherish our liberated
slick yearnin's. Limbs.
Craving caresses.
Demanding
more.
~ ~ ~ ~
I'd kiss you like a crazy
flutterby. Levitating
upon your body.
In pleasure.
You. . .Me
~~~ ~
Endless words stream from
your radiant thoughts.
Laser swords are no
match to describe.
How you Scribe.
Vital. Sensual.
Invitations.
~ ~ ~ ~
My eyes sip you. Wordless.
You purr. In my palms.
Lustful breaths.Dim
Light. Pressed. Lit
Flames. Are we.*
Together.
~ ~
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Crush a drop from a fractured petal,
****** the shimmering tint from delicate peaks,
Vivid gems surround acid green nettles,
From a moon gaze as days twirl into weeks.
Procure an innocent child's shadow,
Seize a diamond- dropped from above,
Glide from falls in a streamline flow,
Catch a kiss from a one true love.
Unite the shades of a rainbow,
Weave the sparks from a fire into stars,
Satisfy a desire to know,
Unlock the soul from rusted bars.
Ask an angel to tune a sweet melody,
Scatter blossom seeds in one pure breath,
Enter a palace of wonders, miles from anybody,
Never will one part until death.
Squeeze out tears to carve a river,
Stalk a tiger for an emerald eye,
Leave a flutterby on a leaf to quiver,
Clutch a newborn's first smile- forbid them to cry.
Poise a tongue for a taste of snow,
The scent of a cracked leather story,
Unique secrets that only one knows,
Ink splatters over pages of glory.
Caress the satin surface of a lake,
Treasure the keys to one's heart,
Seize the moments until dawn break,
Keep Saturn's rings from breaking apart.
Whistle a falsetto refrain,
Catch a feather, as soft as a whisper,
Liquid gold from the beach's grain,
Could this nightingale's lullaby be crisper?
Numerous deeds to complete,
Seek no pain nor strife,
Carpe diem, do not delete,
For these are the reasons of life...
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
inspired by
Wendy Starry Eyes'
"AGING TIMES"
@pink blue@
@green fuchsia \ / gold magenta@
yellow orange ●● indigo purple
@black buff ■■ turquoise@
rainbow ■■ red ecru
@@flame ■■ emerald@
@silver copper ■■ vermilion puce
@crimson ■■ carmine@
@ @
SoulSurvivor
(C)12/12/2015
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
you need to slow it down some.
you've been feeling out of whack,
a ghost in your own shoes.
where is my mind?
in my body
or in the sky,
i wanna be here.
always here.
i need to practice
presence and patience.
my disjointed and unfocused ramblings will be the death of me.
i need to pay attention.
i need to meditate.
i am always here.
now i am.
it's not always butterflies.
sometimes you gotta make your own way to flutterby.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
it was only for a minute that my eyes fell away
somewhere deep within this thought.
rose red bouquets turns to grey.
hoping after wandering on this day.
wondering how this snow would lay.
disconcord, Falls to me it seems.
I meander on with tattered seems.
butterflies that float on flutterby with hope gone.
prisons like prisms that trap light inside.
Seers, their visions hold them to listen.
inside trapped and inside themselves they abide.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
I smiled in my mind sipping in your words
coffee in hand, poems warming my intentions
a day without poetry is not my cuppa tea
so much passion and emotion spilling forth
steaming pages to be fervently devour'd
whets my appetite from within
fills my cup so it runneth over captivated in anticipation...
I see myself reflected back in creamy billows of frothy foam
fettered in the dark richness of your brew
Languishing in these moments, sharing so many views
fills my heart with gladness that we have collectively pen'd another day
a poet's ardent soul is meant to be shared and cherished
like prayers on gentle winds they float en masse on wing'd spirits
I do so on this glorious day as you earnestly flutterby...
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
If I could open my dreams
You’d be the first to enter
We’d make such a bright light
That no dark corners remain
A knowing smile rises between
Like a flutterby on soft breath
Touching brows, cooling lips,
Anticipating light
A touch, warm sigh and (at last)
Meeting absolutely in a flash
Of dark behind our closed eyes
In a moment of perfect eternity
Ah, absolute and secret
Mingling, our meeting hidden in a
Dream flutters in my heart
28june2008
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Thine stars do shine about the flowers grow
abound cover you in roses of my love
intricate I desire unknown. I yearn to cite my poem
my ode to you in public:
When you my fairest flower
light green eyes desire
just once could look upon me
my heart would flutterby!
suns would shine perpetually,
sense would wake me,
for you are a dream,
my dearest:
My words, if I could ever be so bold, to say alone,
yet in public, glisten here. I hope you see.
then glisten, for me.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Dear Malaysia:
I’m embarrassed that it has taken
me so long to love you; it’s usually
the toughest when politics begin to fill
most of the pages of the newspaper.
I’ve never been sure if
this was the place for me
like a flutterby I flit, never to linger
and ever since I packed up my bags decades ago
I was afraid of the memories that will come back
as soon as I returned to the chaos of your streets.
But you know what, I surrender
to your murky politics and sluggish services
to your bright lights and friendly smiles
as I often wonder to myself –
What makes you tick
amidst the strings of lights
That shone down the path of the dark, filthy streets?
I can no longer keep you at arm’s length
though your imperfectness is glaring
amidst harsh whispers and constant ridicule;
Being a permanent resident at my favorite hotel
is like being a tourist
With a startling realisation that I think I’m staying for good.
A friend told me I didn’t quite like it this time around
and I don’t understand you at all.
But today, white blossoms would fall
From an old tree with its own love story to share
Onto the feet of those with an unspoken pact
and the same bittersweet melancholia.
Malaysia, I will learn not to feel lost
and I will learn to hang up my flighty shoes;
Let me make it up to you:
I cannot promise I won’t wince and shut my eyes
during a live telecast of the Commonwealth Games
but I promise
I will be behind you
every step of the way.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
Listen.
I need to talk.
Had been hoping you would
Walk beside me, hold my hand,
Watch my back as I do yours.
This self destructive cycle
Has me spinning in circles
Madness on a rats wheel
Roller coaster riding
As sanity flits like a flutterby
Just outside my reach
No wonder I don’t remember
Why would I want to?
I am beside myself and
Apart from you
Pleading on deaf ears
For a moments peace
Pressure release before I
Implode. Boom.
Just like that.
Boom boom.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
We fritter time away
and flitter to flurry by
like a butterfly
once a flutterby
to the end of the day
what does it all mean?
The toll of the bell
wish,
are you well?
how are the folks?
We
like spokes in a wheel
go
round and round
'til we feel
better
fitter
flitter
butterfly
flutterby
at the end of the day.
When you're nearing the end and there's no going back and start tidying up what you carry on your back where the memories are stacked like old masters against
a studio wall
the paint still drips
time still slips
slowly away
at the end of the day.
In the morning when the spots where still fresh
and we joined up the dots to see what came next
seems a long way away.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Would you dare and would you dream,
Where lucid streams of beams beget,
The truth of what can truly be,
Which inspires us with its astonishing gleam.
Paths that cross on Heart emboss,
The soul with fragile lines of poetry,
Mercy, pity, therein we are free,
Two truths that soar divine like albatross.
Be our blessings so: what's mine is yours,
Be our time bold, bloated with magic,
So that our journey be epic, mythic,
As flutterby moments yield to a multitude of hours.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
a vehicle of the family of man;
who say what cannot the mass.
mapmakers of the human psyche,
topographers of the human morass.
culling small order from the disarray,
trying to sow joy in infertile topsoil.
redolent the music on the mind's wind,
sacrificing sleep and self, for creation.
with all the monks within his head
praying for so many antithetic things,
notions and trinkets, truncated by dread,
oceans and skies and flutterby wings.
writing the songs of the solitary deaths
of the incomprehensible connections
missed by humankind's transient passing.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC