“You blaze like a butterfly”
was what he said
the way she moved her body
was her only reply.
The intensity with which she flows
The strength with which
the colors can blind you
fold you in like wings of a butterfly
You can possess her body
but not her heart
You can’t clip these wings
of beautiful Butterfly
She’s too strong to ever let go
Burst forth from a cocoon of shadow
to be the radiant Butterfly
You can violate her body
but not her soul
“You feel like a butterfly”
was what he said
The way she moved her body
was her only reply.
The way she sways inside her cage
will seduce you
Explosions with the speed of light
Still nothings more divine
than being in the sight of
a beautiful butterfly.
You can break her body
but you can’t pollute her mind.
-Jade Alvey
June's Poem of the Month:
Untitled: Submitted by Delerium
Can you imagine
how silent
a plane crash would be
if you were deaf?
How unbearably loud a rape?
-*jewel*
From her new book just out, Poems by Jewel.
Due to Laziness, there was no May's Poem of the Month:
April's Poem of the Month:
Sabbat Night
The sound of the drums keep playing.
The fire continues brightly burning.
We dance 'round the circle until dawn,
and I'll never forget this night
throughout my entire life.
For tonight with my Brothers and Sisters,
I became one with the Goddess again.
I reached up toward the sky,
and the echoes filled my soul
of a night of laughter and love,
and I fell backwards into the night.
-Bethany Moore
March's Poem of the Month:
Winter Rose
A winter rose,
So fragile and fair,
It's grace and beauty
beyond compare.
Standing strong
Against the cold winter wind,
Bending... never breaking,
Never giving in.
You remind me so,
of that winter rose,
Bending just a little
as the cold wind blows.
And like that rose
I shall cut you free,
And keep you warm
And safe with me.
Keep you safe
Within my heart,
Until those winter
storm clouds part.
-Dolores Parsons
February's Poem of the Month:
Lily
White Lily,
Pale Lily.
So innocent still.
The petals fall off
and wither away.
Your skin in so pale,
I mistook you for a ghost,
but you can't blame me
when you wander along the walls
and stare out the windows
in the middle of night.
You're so mysterious and beautiful
under the light of the full moon.
When you strip off you clothing
and absorb the soft glow
from the sky,
I wish to be like you.
I wish to be a Moon Goddess.
-Bethany Moore
January's Poem of the Month:
X of IV
I died for beauty, but was scarce,
Adjusted in tomb,
when one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,-the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
and covered up our names.
-Emily Dickinson
December's Poem of the Month:
Hymn to Proserpine
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,
Thou from whose immortal bosom
Gods, and men, and beasts have birth,
Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child Proserpine.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
November's Poem of the Month:
The Dead Man
Earth outgrows the mythic fancies
Sung beside her in her youth;
And those debonair romances
Sound but dull beside the truth.
Pheobus' chariot is run!
Look up, poets, to the sun!
Pan, Pan is dead.
-Elizabath Barrett Browning
December's Poem of the Month:
Her Revisited
here she is again,
an ever present presence
sits still on my mind
listing off chatter
i act amused.
songs playing in the background
and my mind still is occupied
with the sound of her
musical voice.
prayimg she will become mine
for a while....
ahh, wishful thinking
what a waste of time,
or is it?
what was it i was saying?
sitting on my mind,
chattering
i wish i knew what to say
maybe one day i will tell
tell her what it is i see
when i look at the stars,
the moon
the sea.
maybe one day i will tell
tell her what it is i see
when i look
and become lost in her eyes.
