Poetry competition CLOSED 5th August 2012 2:32am
WINNER
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
RUNNER-UP:
FishCake
Butterfly
Delicate, rainbows unfold from
Green and brown
Homes
Blooming, so heart achingly beautiful
Against the suns morning rays.
Deep blues, mesh with
Startling reds and vibrant orange
Wings.
Violet and yellow glow like
Lights with
Black patterns etched onto
Fragile instruments
Of flight.
So beautiful,
still, and quiet.
Peaceful.
Green and brown
Homes
Blooming, so heart achingly beautiful
Against the suns morning rays.
Deep blues, mesh with
Startling reds and vibrant orange
Wings.
Violet and yellow glow like
Lights with
Black patterns etched onto
Fragile instruments
Of flight.
So beautiful,
still, and quiet.
Peaceful.
plucked
so voilently
thrashed
and battered
captured
and disected
kept in
a case
eyes all
pointed
at me
abused
and thrown
around
im dying
but so beatiful
in the end
i can pick
myself back up
because there
are those
that look
so gently
at me
that care
for me
that save me
so voilently
thrashed
and battered
captured
and disected
kept in
a case
eyes all
pointed
at me
abused
and thrown
around
im dying
but so beatiful
in the end
i can pick
myself back up
because there
are those
that look
so gently
at me
that care
for me
that save me
Butterfly wings,
So black and blue,
Oh look, my dear friend,
They remind me of you.
Of the bruises you had,
Before you cast off,
Of how you lied,
And pretended to be tough.
Butterfly wings,
So fragile and big,
Now to see you,
I'd have to dig.
Deep in the earth,
Buried with sin,
You left us so quickly,
Like most of your kin.
Butterfly wings,
Its beauty doesn't last,
As I think of you,
I'm haunted by the past.
Of how those wings beat,
How sadly you flied,
How hurriedly you rushed,
Right before you died.
Butterfly wings,
Pulled off one by one,
After your hope was gone,
Your life was done.
I won't judge you,
For i am the same,
We both have sorrow,
That no one can tame.
So black and blue,
Oh look, my dear friend,
They remind me of you.
Of the bruises you had,
Before you cast off,
Of how you lied,
And pretended to be tough.
Butterfly wings,
So fragile and big,
Now to see you,
I'd have to dig.
Deep in the earth,
Buried with sin,
You left us so quickly,
Like most of your kin.
Butterfly wings,
Its beauty doesn't last,
As I think of you,
I'm haunted by the past.
Of how those wings beat,
How sadly you flied,
How hurriedly you rushed,
Right before you died.
Butterfly wings,
Pulled off one by one,
After your hope was gone,
Your life was done.
I won't judge you,
For i am the same,
We both have sorrow,
That no one can tame.
you clipped my wings
and now, i can not fly
what a useless butterfly
you pryed on my weakness
then left me for dead
what a pathedic butterfly
i can not move on
i cant stay in the past
what a senseless butterfly
i am stuck, in between
i am hurting everywhere
what a stupid butterfly
do you get it?
do you care?
all i am
is a useless, pathedic,
senseless, stupid
butterfly
and now, i can not fly
what a useless butterfly
you pryed on my weakness
then left me for dead
what a pathedic butterfly
i can not move on
i cant stay in the past
what a senseless butterfly
i am stuck, in between
i am hurting everywhere
what a stupid butterfly
do you get it?
do you care?
all i am
is a useless, pathedic,
senseless, stupid
butterfly
Anonymous
BUTTERFLY
You are a social butterfly
Never home, always out
If I have a problem
You are not there
No kind wings around me
To bear the world's hurts
That come to me
All you do is party, party, party
You are multicoloured, flashy blue
Everyone attracted to that hue
I am just a moth, subdued brown
Do all the work, want a rush
Try to go like you, towards the light
It nearly kills me burning bright
I guess a butterfly and a moth
Are a bad combination
You seduced me by saying
You had the computation
Of colours and blings
I could attach and there
Would I go...a flashy moth
But that was not true
Goodbye sweet Butterfly
I must leave now
I go to my own kind
We are related somehow
Where I go out at night
While you shine in the day
Better I go, better I run
Than stay, get burned in your sun.
159 words
You are a social butterfly
Never home, always out
If I have a problem
You are not there
No kind wings around me
To bear the world's hurts
That come to me
All you do is party, party, party
You are multicoloured, flashy blue
Everyone attracted to that hue
I am just a moth, subdued brown
Do all the work, want a rush
Try to go like you, towards the light
It nearly kills me burning bright
I guess a butterfly and a moth
Are a bad combination
You seduced me by saying
You had the computation
Of colours and blings
I could attach and there
Would I go...a flashy moth
But that was not true
Goodbye sweet Butterfly
I must leave now
I go to my own kind
We are related somehow
Where I go out at night
While you shine in the day
Better I go, better I run
Than stay, get burned in your sun.
159 words
The Butterfly,,,
I Wonder If The Lonely Caterpiller,,,Ever Knew,,,
When He Spun Himself,,,Inside Of That Cocoon,,,
That In The Spring,,,He Would Emerge,,,A Monarch Butterfly,,,
While He Slept,,,In A State Of Suspended Animation,,,
Was He Aware Of The Changes,,,Inside Of The Cocoon,,,
After One Life Had Ended,,,And Then Being Reborn,,,
Then,,,He Emerges As A Butterfly,,,All Shiny And New,,,
Does The Lonely Butterfly,,,Remember His Caterpillar Life,,,
Or Is It possible,,,That All Of His Memories,,,Retained,,,
Then ,,,What Is The Reason,,,He Traded All Of Those Legs,,,
For A Set Of Wings,,,And The Ability To Fly,,,
Off Into The Distance,,,A Lonely Butterfly,,,Flies Away,,,
Leaving Behind,,,All Of The Memories,,,Of His Caterpillar Days,,,
And I Just Wonder,,,If The Caterpillar ,,,Ever Knew,,,
That One Day,,,As A Butterfly,,,
He Would Fly Away,,,Into A Sky Of Blue,,,
I Wonder If The Lonely Caterpiller,,,Ever Knew,,,
When He Spun Himself,,,Inside Of That Cocoon,,,
That In The Spring,,,He Would Emerge,,,A Monarch Butterfly,,,
While He Slept,,,In A State Of Suspended Animation,,,
Was He Aware Of The Changes,,,Inside Of The Cocoon,,,
After One Life Had Ended,,,And Then Being Reborn,,,
Then,,,He Emerges As A Butterfly,,,All Shiny And New,,,
Does The Lonely Butterfly,,,Remember His Caterpillar Life,,,
Or Is It possible,,,That All Of His Memories,,,Retained,,,
Then ,,,What Is The Reason,,,He Traded All Of Those Legs,,,
For A Set Of Wings,,,And The Ability To Fly,,,
Off Into The Distance,,,A Lonely Butterfly,,,Flies Away,,,
Leaving Behind,,,All Of The Memories,,,Of His Caterpillar Days,,,
And I Just Wonder,,,If The Caterpillar ,,,Ever Knew,,,
That One Day,,,As A Butterfly,,,
He Would Fly Away,,,Into A Sky Of Blue,,,
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About a butterfly (if we're to believe Sara's witch story):
< Sara's 1st Saga >
"Their first time out, and, of course,
she'd be the one to wander off" thought
Grandpa just before he found her.
"Sara!" Grandpa shouted, "Get down from
there! I swear, you're such a caution!"
Sara, covered in delicious pollen, stared down
from the top of a tall yellow flower.
"But Gramps... "
"Don't Gramps me! Heaven knows what might
see you in the middle of this field.
Now you get down here right now,
unless you want to get yourself eaten."
"Yikes!" she said, and started scrambling
down way-too-fast tripping over one leg,
and another, and another... "double-yikes!"
she said as she fell off "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee", pLoP, right onto Grandpa!
"I swear, you ARE a real caution!" he said,
setting her on the ground. "Now let's get
back home" and he started down the path.
Sara was lucky she had someone to follow.
She was still sooooo busy looking everywhere.
Especially at the flower stems on both sides of
the path and how they stretched way way way up
and how every time she looked around one of them
there'd be another, rows and rows and rows of them,
enough to make her feel very very very small,
for almost a whole minute!
- - -
P.S. Sara thinks she's a butterfly that a bad witch turned
into a frog. Then a well-meaning, but not very competent,
good witch tried to reverse the spell but ended up turning
her into a tumbling flower beetle (Coleoptera Mordellidae,
probably an Anaspis maculata since she's not that keen on
flying.) Gramps thinks she's crazy, but loves her anyway.)
Jestalessa said:[quote-115193-rayheinrich]--everything ray posted--i swear, you should just get paid for this.[/quote] The saving grace of poetry (and us who tries writes it) is it's worthless (€$₤¥-wise).
"Ha! Us? No, not us, nothin bein' gotten here, mate; we're just in it for the love."
- 'Budgie' Bernhart (famous flower-child revolutionary of the '60's)
"Ha! Us? No, not us, nothin bein' gotten here, mate; we're just in it for the love."
- 'Budgie' Bernhart (famous flower-child revolutionary of the '60's)
rayheinrich said:
About a butterfly (if we're to believe Sara's witch story):
< Sara's 1st Saga >
"Their first time out, and, of course,
she'd be the one to wander off" thought
Grandpa just before he found her.
"Sara!" Grandpa shouted, "Get down from
there! I swear, you're such a caution!"
Sara, covered in delicious pollen, stared down
from the top of a tall yellow flower.
"But Gramps... "
"Don't Gramps me! Heaven knows what might
see you in the middle of this field.
Now you get down here right now,
unless you want to get yourself eaten."
"Yikes!" she said, and started scrambling
down way-too-fast tripping over one leg,
and another, and another... "double-yikes!"
she said as she fell off "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee", pLoP, right onto Grandpa!
"I swear, you ARE a real caution!" he said,
setting her on the ground. "Now let's get
back home" and he started down the path.
Sara was lucky she had someone to follow.
She was still sooooo busy looking everywhere.
Especially at the flower stems on both sides of
the path and how they stretched way way way up
and how every time she looked around one of them
there'd be another, rows and rows and rows of them,
enough to make her feel very very very small,
for almost a whole minute!
- - -
P.S. Sara thinks she's a butterfly that a bad witch turned
into a frog. Then a well-meaning, but not very competent,
good witch tried to reverse the spell but ended up turning
her into a tumbling flower beetle (Coleoptera Mordellidae,
probably an Anaspis maculata since she's not that keen on
flying.) Gramps thinks she's crazy, but loves her anyway.)
Wow. I love this.
About a butterfly (if we're to believe Sara's witch story):
< Sara's 1st Saga >
"Their first time out, and, of course,
she'd be the one to wander off" thought
Grandpa just before he found her.
"Sara!" Grandpa shouted, "Get down from
there! I swear, you're such a caution!"
Sara, covered in delicious pollen, stared down
from the top of a tall yellow flower.
"But Gramps... "
"Don't Gramps me! Heaven knows what might
see you in the middle of this field.
Now you get down here right now,
unless you want to get yourself eaten."
"Yikes!" she said, and started scrambling
down way-too-fast tripping over one leg,
and another, and another... "double-yikes!"
she said as she fell off "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee", pLoP, right onto Grandpa!
"I swear, you ARE a real caution!" he said,
setting her on the ground. "Now let's get
back home" and he started down the path.
Sara was lucky she had someone to follow.
She was still sooooo busy looking everywhere.
Especially at the flower stems on both sides of
the path and how they stretched way way way up
and how every time she looked around one of them
there'd be another, rows and rows and rows of them,
enough to make her feel very very very small,
for almost a whole minute!
- - -
P.S. Sara thinks she's a butterfly that a bad witch turned
into a frog. Then a well-meaning, but not very competent,
good witch tried to reverse the spell but ended up turning
her into a tumbling flower beetle (Coleoptera Mordellidae,
probably an Anaspis maculata since she's not that keen on
flying.) Gramps thinks she's crazy, but loves her anyway.)
Wow. I love this.
Winged Demons
Butterflies are such vile, deceptive creatures
Filling us with promises of happiness and hope
But I know their true nature, what lies beneath
Evil that waits, striking when our guard is down
Go ahead and laugh, I know of what I speak
Covered in ugly scars gouged by their thorns
Sure I was once like you, young and innocent
Deceived by their fluttering beauty, a fool
Trying to catch them like a little schoolboy
I so often let my guard down and suffered
But no returned love, no happily ever after
Never lighting, landing on my shoulder
Instead they whispered while I slept
Telling me to start my own collection
Pretty young girls, ripe, but untouched
Till I carved the melon open, cherry red
But then I was captured, locked behind glass
A prized piece in someone else’s proud display
But I’ve plotting my sweet revenge
Planted decades ago, now it thrives
There’s a butterfly bush outside my window
Around which they flutter all about
But I do so enjoy it when the birds swoop in
Devouring the spawn in their hungry beaks
So go ahead, take notes, shake your head
Then send in the men with the butterfly nets
Butterflies are such vile, deceptive creatures
Filling us with promises of happiness and hope
But I know their true nature, what lies beneath
Evil that waits, striking when our guard is down
Go ahead and laugh, I know of what I speak
Covered in ugly scars gouged by their thorns
Sure I was once like you, young and innocent
Deceived by their fluttering beauty, a fool
Trying to catch them like a little schoolboy
I so often let my guard down and suffered
But no returned love, no happily ever after
Never lighting, landing on my shoulder
Instead they whispered while I slept
Telling me to start my own collection
Pretty young girls, ripe, but untouched
Till I carved the melon open, cherry red
But then I was captured, locked behind glass
A prized piece in someone else’s proud display
But I’ve plotting my sweet revenge
Planted decades ago, now it thrives
There’s a butterfly bush outside my window
Around which they flutter all about
But I do so enjoy it when the birds swoop in
Devouring the spawn in their hungry beaks
So go ahead, take notes, shake your head
Then send in the men with the butterfly nets
