women are like butterflies dad always said when he was alive oh how true that is mom, sisters, aunties, they are all butterflies with colourful stories to tell of their love and wear and the days that flew like honey kisses, presents, flowers and all cupboards full of cotton, silk, crepe, and what have you? in a million shades and styles you could see them flying into a dream twirl, swirl, twist, waltz, disco, pirouette through that memory lane where diversity was the fruit of life where a million years might have passed and you will still be digging in to feed on those joy-capsuled moments transcient as the rainbow over the sky big sister loves her graceful skirt in that shade passionate as rosy red second sister's favourite blouse innocent as lily white third sister's lace covered night gown make her look real butterflies to talk about butterflies snappy dad was correct when he said women are like butterflies they fly into your life bringing colours and sweetness of bloom if you know where to look for the right ones open the window of your heart wide and you see them flutter, flap, dances in so many ways into your dream
inspired by
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe #31
john tiong chunghoo Robert Flores Free verse http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-16/
Butterflies
women are like butterflies
dad always said when he was alive
oh how true that is
mom, sisters, aunties,
they are all butterflies
with colourful stories
to tell of their love and wear
and the days that flew like honey
kisses, presents, flowers and all
cupboards full of cotton, silk, crepe,
and what have you?
in a million shades and styles
you could see them flying into a dream
twirl, swirl, twist, waltz, disco, pirouette
through that memory lane
where diversity was the fruit of life
where a million years might have passed
and you will still be digging in to feed on
those joy-capsuled moments
transcient as the rainbow over the sky
big sister loves her graceful skirt in that shade
passionate as rosy red
second sister's favourite blouse
innocent as lily white
third sister's lace covered night gown
make her look real butterflies
to talk about butterflies
snappy dad was correct when
he said women are like butterflies
they fly into your life
bringing colours and sweetness of bloom
if you know where to look for
the right ones
open the window of your heart wide
and you see them flutter, flap, dances
in so many ways into your dream
inspired by
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe #31
john tiong chunghoo
Robert Flores
Free verse
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-16/