"Seasons" tell me what you think.. thanks
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Seasons
By David Tupper
Seconds to minutes
Minutes to hours
Hours to days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Months to seasons
Seasons…
Seasons start with spring
Where butterflies fly high
And flowers bloom to a rebirth of a continuing life
Showing their beauty and that the winter months
Were no match for what was destined inside of them.
Butterflies dance around like new love expanding in your heart.
Flying around faithfully with all the happiness that can be
For their rebirth has given them hope that this year will be different.
For it’s a new season
The season of heat and passion
Where love runs strong
Rays beat down on us from both sides
The seas are calm and a gentle blue
Flowers dance together in the warm breeze
Like our hearts in each others hands
The butterflies are still there darting here and there
With passion and hope with all that can care.
For they need to be strong, for if they stutter
They could fall victim to the many birds of prey.
But they don’t stutter, but grow old
For the autumn breeze has brought the cold
Fall is here
The cold rains and the dreary days
Cast shadows on the flowers
They begin to die
With saved up energy and memories of spring
They give it their all to fight this thing
But to some the memories are old and to few
And it’s not enough to get them through.
The sun has set early
And the rays are not as bright.
The butterflies have fallen from the sky
In the darkness of night
For what was once day has now become night
It is hard to see which way is right.
It has become colder and began to snow
Covering the last flower
That doesn’t want to let go
He tries to breath
And see his friend
He thinks of the spring
The friend that gave him hope
The friend who gave him the butterflies
The feeling he got when he looked into her eyes,
Touched her cheek, kissed her lips, touched her soul
The friend that danced with him in the gentle wind
The friend he thought would last with him to the end
But it’s getting colder and he’s starting to freeze
He hopes it will last through this winter disease.
By David Tupper
Seconds to minutes
Minutes to hours
Hours to days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Months to seasons
Seasons…
Seasons start with spring
Where butterflies fly high
And flowers bloom to a rebirth of a continuing life
Showing their beauty and that the winter months
Were no match for what was destined inside of them.
Butterflies dance around like new love expanding in your heart.
Flying around faithfully with all the happiness that can be
For their rebirth has given them hope that this year will be different.
For it’s a new season
The season of heat and passion
Where love runs strong
Rays beat down on us from both sides
The seas are calm and a gentle blue
Flowers dance together in the warm breeze
Like our hearts in each others hands
The butterflies are still there darting here and there
With passion and hope with all that can care.
For they need to be strong, for if they stutter
They could fall victim to the many birds of prey.
But they don’t stutter, but grow old
For the autumn breeze has brought the cold
Fall is here
The cold rains and the dreary days
Cast shadows on the flowers
They begin to die
With saved up energy and memories of spring
They give it their all to fight this thing
But to some the memories are old and to few
And it’s not enough to get them through.
The sun has set early
And the rays are not as bright.
The butterflies have fallen from the sky
In the darkness of night
For what was once day has now become night
It is hard to see which way is right.
It has become colder and began to snow
Covering the last flower
That doesn’t want to let go
He tries to breath
And see his friend
He thinks of the spring
The friend that gave him hope
The friend who gave him the butterflies
The feeling he got when he looked into her eyes,
Touched her cheek, kissed her lips, touched her soul
The friend that danced with him in the gentle wind
The friend he thought would last with him to the end
But it’s getting colder and he’s starting to freeze
He hopes it will last through this winter disease.
Hatford '96 Albany '03 Boston 1 '98 Uniondale '03
8/29/00 8/30/00 Boston 1, 2, 3 '03 Boston 1, 2 '04
Montreal '05 Ottawa '05 Albany '06 Hartford '06
Boston 1, 2 '06 Columbia, SC '08 Virginia Beach '08 Camden 1, 2 '08 Washington D.C. '08 Hartford '08
Boston 1, 2 '08
8/29/00 8/30/00 Boston 1, 2, 3 '03 Boston 1, 2 '04
Montreal '05 Ottawa '05 Albany '06 Hartford '06
Boston 1, 2 '06 Columbia, SC '08 Virginia Beach '08 Camden 1, 2 '08 Washington D.C. '08 Hartford '08
Boston 1, 2 '08
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"But it’s getting colder and he’s starting to freeze
He hopes it will last through this winter disease."
great job:)
don't forget that spring is just around the bend. and that no matter how cold the winter, there's a spring time ahead...
happy new year!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
8/29/00 8/30/00 Boston 1, 2, 3 '03 Boston 1, 2 '04
Montreal '05 Ottawa '05 Albany '06 Hartford '06
Boston 1, 2 '06 Columbia, SC '08 Virginia Beach '08 Camden 1, 2 '08 Washington D.C. '08 Hartford '08
Boston 1, 2 '08
i understand. your use of the word friend in your poem was the reason i used the word. you will meet many more "friends" and i hope that you meet one who knows how she feels.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!