Magic Monday~Magical As The Butterfly Within Your Eye

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Welcome To Magic Monday

Where We

Bring Out The Magic In Poetry

 

Tonight We bring out the

Magic Magical As The Butterfly Within Your Eye  photo 89760ffb-ec81-4625-a7cf-943e61e54913_zps79322911.jpg The Beauty of colors and wings free

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If hold too tight will loose

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Landing on a flower the two beauty be

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Show me the way to your dreams

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Releasing butterflies…

Used for many occasions, special events ..Solace

 photo butterfly-8.jpg Tonight let`s enjoy as a butterfly free be

Tossing your thoughts and letting your muse be inspired

As it will take hold

Enjoying all the beauty as a butterly unfolds

Let your magic be told

Having fun and being creative


Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!

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  • wildfire1 says:

    The butterflies in my eyes are for you.
    My love I call upon you again.
    This time I hope love wins.
    For wasting time is a sin .
    Time has past and I still love you just like yesterdays .but baby no matter where we end up I will always love you till the day I die.
    Nobody else will ever be right.
    I found my heart of light.
    I choose you again.
    Looking through my growing eyes I see the mistakes I made.
    But yet are love has not went away.
    I love you will never fade.
    I cry each night hoping are love will one day win again .
    For I choose you again my love.
    If time would just hold still and not let me age so fast I believe the roads not taken I would achieve .
    I would believe our love would never end.

  • di710smiles says:

    Was working on mine and time slipped away 😯 :love: :love: :love: :groovy: Now baby awake be back He leaves in about an hour..Looking forward to all the beauty of the butterfly within the eys :love: :love: :love: :love:

  • wildfire1 says:

    The butterflies in my eyes are my freedom.
    Where they fly take me so high.
    I’m dancing through the streets .
    My heart so free.
    My soul so light.
    How I feel the night.

    The butterflies in my eyes leave me yearning for more .
    I feel the self love soar.
    I can hear my dreams ring
    How my heart does sing.

    Butterflies in my eyes is my destiny .
    It’s the roads un traveled .
    It is loved not yet found.
    Its my heart that’s not bound.
    It’s my spirit screaming for more butterflies.
    I’m crying out for life.
    And praying for the end of strife.

    The butterflies in my eyes are my thoughts.
    My knowledge of what could be.
    Seeing all of me.
    Feeling so free.
    Because I belong to me

  • Bettie says:

    BEAUTY IN THE BUTTERFLY

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    Butterflies in my mist
    Wing span wide
    Into the air
    They do so sower
    Many beautiful colors
    They so be
    Yellows green flossy even
    Black and yellow
    Like a bee
    Yet not
    They dont sting
    Butterflies in spring
    Amount the flowers they do fly

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    Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- © April o7 , 2o13

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  • sunshine2010 says:

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    To some stranger you might be nothing but you are not to me
    You were the gentle man that came along in my life once
    a stranger.
    You are the reason why I do not crying anymore.
    Every time our lips meet its like butterflies in my stomach
    How when you looked into my eyes it would bring a smile to my face.
    How you’d make me feel so safe while you held me in your arms.
    How when I seen you I would get butterflies in my stomach.
    That day by day your love Is what I need to breathe.
    It’s like your voice has a secret code for the butterflies all over the earth.
    Just remember,To a stranger you might mean nothing at all.
    But to me you’re my butterfly in my heart.

  • Scotorum says:

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    SPRING MAGIC

    I spied with my springtime eye
    one sunny afternoon,
    a baby Monarch butterfly
    no bigger than a prune.

    It flittered with a flutter
    that caused my heart to sigh.
    My ears heard my mouth utter:
    “flutter by, butterfly.”

    “Monarch of the air you are
    in royal colors draped
    to outdazzle nighttime star
    on wings which heaven shaped.”

    Broken free from tight cocoon
    where magic had transpired.
    Its freedom arrived none too soon,
    for poet’s muse inspired.

    A gem of Mother Nature’s lore,
    a truth without a lie.
    I whispered wistfully once more:
    “flutter by, butterfly.”

    Copyright April 7th 2013 RGD

  • di710smiles says:

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    Butterfly Within Eye

    Take and teach me
    To release all the pain within thee
    Only keeping that happy memory
    When life was beautifully
    No fear as family when all were one happily
    As all treated kindly
    Life gets heavy on shoulders lately
    Teach us to release all and let be
    Feeling peace within , love as main key
    I and those would get down on our knees gladly
    If only could be like you fly with glee
    Not to be shy learn to reach for the sky buddy
    To feel all the warmth that comes easy
    That cannot be bought with money it is free
    Silly may think or even unlikely
    But growing learning wings uncliped sharing love as one is cuddly
    Believe.. As love heals wonderfully
    Releasing butterfly within the eye tearfully
    Knowing she will return naturally

  • Angel Love says:

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  • Bettie says:

    Amazingly awesomeness be this piece here Angel .. Beautiful picture .. Huggins Now :love: :love:

  • Barbara_K says:

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    BUTTERFLIES OF SPRINGTIME

    Sweet butterflies of springtime,
    translucent canvases each one,
    bring joy to my heart
    as we meet for a moment
    in the afternoon sun.
    And together we share
    the peace found there
    within the opulent garden
    that Mother Nature
    has prepared.

    And as I stop there
    for just a second or two,
    to witness the scene
    and to share in their peace,
    I’m once more reminded
    of the wonder of it all,
    God’s paintbrush at work
    in a most delicate
    and powerful way
    upon miniature canvases
    that grace the walls
    so deep within my heart.

    (c) barbara kausteklis 4-8-13

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