I close my eyes, and I pray that I’ll dream of you
for a day when I’ll get your point of view
We’re so alike but
we’re different in many ways
Like fairy butterflies wanna go in
You like shopping, I like reading
I ride a bicycle and you drive rental
I’m so visual and you’re into
We can’t agree on what we wanna do
But out of all
the girls that God and I know
You’re the one that I wanna
How my hearts beats when I’m with you
you’re my baby boo
By Lumiere Le Dumpiere
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Whilst the lilies blaze
In the summer rays
The butterflies dance
In their summer romance
The robin awaits
The fresh worms to escape
From the ground
They tease, until they are found
Where gardeners sow
Fresh veg to grow
Potatoes, leeks and marrow
The scarecrow stands so proud
Thankful for the sunshine now
He watches with an evil eye
When the birds reluctantly pass by
Roses parade along the fence
Flirting with the bees,
Soaking up their heavy scent
Capturing the moment
Of this summer scene
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Out of every guy I’ve ever met, no one compares to you,
I just want to be near you and do the things you do.
Ever since I laid eyes on you, I noticed you had that spark,
And thousands of new formed butterflies fluttered within my heart.
As care free times are changing and future plans begin,
We find ourselves drawn together and these crazy feelings kick in.
Its written in our starsigns, we’re compatable as can be,
So it is no wonder that we make perfect company.
Whether there’s wind or rain or snow it never feels blue,
As long as you are there with me, I know that we’ll get through.
Wind means kites will fly well, rain creates puddles to splash,
Snow makes it feel like christmas without the need for cash.
In this dramatic world, things change from day to day.
We often fall and make mistakes until we find our way.
Somtimes we annoy each other and take little things too far,
But it’s from these things we learn, it’s just the way we are.
Exam results aren’t everything, they shouldn’d make you stressed,
Even if the world should stop, there’s no need to be depressed.
When we are together and our smiles fade into one,
I know our love’s for real and not just there for fun.
Crossed fingers of luck come from all around as our worries drift away,
And those lil butterflies inside us shine as does our love each day.
by Jessica Burton
THE NIGHTMARE HOTEL
We arrived at the hotel at precisely six fifteen
But to my disgust the entrance was not pristine
The luggage handler stole my bags and took them in the lift
I shook my fists and banged on the door “Those are not a gift”
The receptionist greeted us with a rather unpleasent smirk
Said I “Pack that in you rascal that technique will not work”
“Now I require a double room but with two seperate beds”
“One for me and one for my blasted husband Fred”
Fred scowled at me “‘Tis our anniversary dear”
“I propose we share a bed for the first time in three years”
I picked up my zimoframe and jabbed him in the groin”
“I can’t be sharing with you Fred you’re far too annoying”
The receptionist gawped in horror and handed us the keys
I examined them with my eyeglass and stated “What are these?”
“They are far too dusty they certainly need a clean”
“Get on and polish them then or are you in a dream”
I turned to the porter “Escort me to my room”
“Wait a moment madam i’ll take you there soon”
“Take me now you foolish man don’t allow me to wait”
“I want to see my bedroom i bet it’s in a horrific state”
He led us to the room and my prediction was correct
I scowled at the furnishings it was far from perfect
The first thing i did was to sniff the bed
It was unsuitable for me and even for Fred
Out of the window there lay a ghastley sight
I’d specifically ordered a sea view this was impolite
I glanced into the bathroom and to my horror and disgrace
I noticed that the towels were not in their correct place
Everybody knows towels should be labeled with names
I was sick of this appauling hotel and its silly games
I poked Fred in the stomach “Why did you bring me here?”
“You always ruin our anniversary every single year!”
by Jessica Burton
A SENSE OF NATURE
Do you hear what I hear?
It is the sound of the common sparrow,
It can be heard the world,
Through fields of sweet corn, cauliflower and marrow.
Do you see what I see?
It is the striking feathers of the proud male peacock,
Preening himself upon a sacred rock.
Do you smell what I smell?
It is the scent of the buddleia flower,
Attracting red admirals with all its power.
Do you taste what I taste?
It is the sweet stem of the evening clover,
Which is found in the fields the whole year over.
Do you feel what I feel?
It is the soft fleece of an infant lamb standing for the very first time.
Come on little fellow if I can do it you can!
Now I must go and meditate upon the dew drenched wheat,
Along with the millipedes, that crawl across my feet.
I think about nature and all the joy it brings,
And how one can use their senses to experience these things.
by Jessica Burton