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	<title>A day in the life of a Houston Social Butterfly &#187; poems</title>
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		<title>Butterfly and the Cricket</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Proud of his chirp Hopping through the grass Butterfly fluttered by till upon a rose Spreading her wings a dainty show Slowly sipping sweet Hopping skipping.Cricket saw Butterfly glanced The cricket saw butterfly The butterfly looked. Cricket hopped and chirped A jumpety crickety song Butterfly sighed And rolled her eyes Cricket hopped closer. Butterfly laughed [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong><span style="color:#666600;">Proud of his chirp </span><br />
<span style="color:#666600;">Hopping through the grass</span><br />
<span style="color:#666600;">Butterfly fluttered by till upon a rose </span><br />
<span style="color:#666600;">Spreading her wings a dainty show </span><br />
<span style="color:#666600;">Slowly sipping sweet</span><br />
<span style="color:#999900;">Hopping skipping.Cricket saw </span><br />
<span style="color:#999900;">Butterfly glanced </span><br />
<span style="color:#999900;">The cricket saw butterfly </span><br />
<span style="color:#999900;">The butterfly looked.</span><br />
<span style="color:#009900;">Cricket hopped and chirped </span><br />
<span style="color:#009900;">A jumpety crickety song </span><br />
<span style="color:#009900;">Butterfly sighed </span><br />
<span style="color:#009900;">And rolled her eyes </span><br />
<span style="color:#009900;">Cricket hopped closer.</span><br />
<span style="color:#33cc00;">Butterfly laughed </span><br />
<span style="color:#33cc00;">Silly cricket trying hard </span><br />
<span style="color:#33cc00;">Butterfly cared less </span><br />
<span style="color:#33cc00;">Poor cricket hopped and hopped </span><br />
<span style="color:#33cc00;">Butterfly sipping nectar sweet</span><br />
<span style="color:#33ff33;">Cricket sang sweeter.</span><br />
<span style="color:#33ff33;">Butterfly stopped </span><br />
<span style="color:#33ff33;">A song so sweet </span><br />
<span style="color:#33ff33;">Too lovely than nectar </span><br />
<span style="color:#33ff33;">Cricket hopped upon a rose</span><br />
<span style="color:#33ff33;">Butterfly jumped </span><br />
</strong><span style="color:#76c836;"><strong>Almost to fly away.<br />
Cricket song too lovely to fly away<br />
Butterfly in a trance<br />
Fluttering her wings lovely<br />
Too charming Too tempting<br />
</strong></span><strong><span style="color:#d7286e;">Crickect sang Butterfly in a spell.<br />
Too late to break Lovers forever<br />
Strange couple though</span><br />
</strong>-Pink Butterfly</p>
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		<title>Awakenings&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 15:44:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A time comes in your life when you finally get it… When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out &#8211; ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#000000;">A</span><span style="color:#000000;"> time comes in your life when you finally get it… When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out &#8211; ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blinkback your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening. You realize that it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren’t always fairytale endings (or beginnings forthat matter) and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are… and that’s OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.You stop bitching and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn’t do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#000000;">You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it’s not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process a sense of safety &amp; security is born of self-reliance.You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness. You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through all the crap you’ve been fed about how you should behave, how you should look and how much you should weigh and what you should wear and where you should shop and what you should drive how and where you should live and what you should do for a living, who you should sleep with, who you should marry and what you should expect of a marriage, the importance of having and raising children or what you owe your parents.You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with and in the process you learn to go with your instincts. You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a “consumer” looking for your next fix. You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a by gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life. You learn that you don’t know everything, it’s not your job to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#000000;">Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be, more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change so it is with love…. and you learn that you don’t have the right to demand love on your terms… just to make you happy. And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely… And you look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you “stack up.” </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#000000;">You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK….and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want…and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands.You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won’t settle for less. And, you allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you to glorify you with his touch… and in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect.And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise. You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#000000;">You learn, that for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve… and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen.More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it’s OK to risk asking for help.You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time. FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn’t punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It’s just life happening.And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state &#8211; the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you to make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever to settle for less than your heart’s desire. And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility. Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.</span></span></p>
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		<title>Protected: Temptation</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:11:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<title>The Woman in Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 20:20:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[  You&#8217;ll never know the woman in me For all you know is what you see Inside this woman there is more An audacious woman is at the core A woman who is confident and knows who she is And can show you the meaning of true bliss For if you are awarded the chance, [...]]]></description>
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<p>You&#8217;ll never know the woman in me</p>
<p>For all you know is what you see</p>
<p>Inside this woman there is more</p>
<p>An audacious woman is at the core</p>
<p>A woman who is confident and knows who she is</p>
<p>And can show you the meaning of true bliss</p>
<p>For if you are awarded the chance,</p>
<p>Your life would be an eternal dance&#8230;.</p>
<p>Lory</p>
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		<title>And then she patiently waits&#8230;..</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:23:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is there a limit to how much her heart can break Is there an amount of how much she can take For she gives and gives and all she gets Is a day full of feeling nothing but regrets All she longs for is to be truly loved All she wants is to feel safe [...]]]></description>
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Is there a limit to how much her heart can break<br />
Is there an amount of how much she can take<br />
For she gives and gives and all she gets<br />
Is a day full of feeling nothing but regrets</p>
<p>All she longs for is to be truly loved<br />
All she wants is to feel safe<br />
All she dreams of is forever</p>
<p>But when?<br />
When will her search end?</p>
<p>She puts her walls up one more time<br />
She swears she&#8217;ll be more careful with the next<br />
She tells herself he will soon come to rescue her<br />
And then she patiently waits&#8230;..</p>
<p>Lory</p>
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		<title>Temptation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 18:29:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He was the temptation she couldn&#8217;t resist And as he held her he placed tender kisses down her neck She turned to him and gave him that look, the one that lets him know she wants to be devoured He kisses her navel and works his way down further&#8230;.further She anticipates him as he teasingly [...]]]></description>
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<p>He was the temptation she couldn&#8217;t resist<br />
And as he held her he placed tender kisses down her neck<br />
She turned to him and gave him that look,<br />
the one that lets him know she wants to be devoured<br />
He kisses her navel and works his way down further&#8230;.further<br />
She anticipates him as he teasingly kisses her creamy thighs<br />
And then&#8230;.<br />
she feels the warmth of his toungue gently he consumes her<br />
She pulls him up to her as he slides in&#8230;.<br />
She feels him pulsating inside of her and all she can think of is&#8230;<br />
How she wishes this would never end.<br />
Release&#8230;<br />
She no longer has any control<br />
Her thighs are shaking, her toes begin to curl as she tightens up<br />
He is thrilled by his ability to please as he stares at the beauty of her breasts and the loss of innocence that once was&#8230;.<br />
and he wishes this would never end.<br />
Release&#8230;.he let&#8217;s go&#8230;.</p>
<p>-Lory</p>
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		<title>Come w/ me&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 23:12:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Come explore glass towers with me and then the mighty sea through the woods so fair like spirits of air We&#8217;ll seek our destiny Let us know one another and see what we can find and when we truly know each other We&#8217;ll see we&#8217;re one of a kind I seek a guy who will [...]]]></description>
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Come explore glass towers with me<br />
and then the mighty sea<br />
through the woods so fair<br />
like spirits of air<br />
We&#8217;ll seek our destiny</p>
<p>Let us know one another<br />
and see what we can find<br />
and when we truly know each other<br />
We&#8217;ll see we&#8217;re one of a kind</p>
<p>I seek a guy<br />
who will soar the sky<br />
and who&#8217;s heart is kind and real<br />
So talk to me and let me know<br />
Exactly how you feel&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>I miss you&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 18:56:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Staring out on this gloomy day Makes me miss you in more than one way I miss your touch upon my skin The way you made me feel within The warmth you brought me inside and out The way you made me want to shout I miss the clothes you wanted me to wear The [...]]]></description>
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<div style="display:block;">Staring out on this gloomy day</div>
<div style="display:block;">Makes me miss you in more than one way</div>
<div style="display:block;">I miss your touch upon my skin</div>
<div style="display:block;">The way you made me feel within</div>
<div style="display:block;">The warmth you brought me inside and out</div>
<div style="display:block;">The way you made me want to shout</div>
<div style="display:block;">I miss the clothes you wanted me to wear</div>
<div style="display:block;">The way you&#8217;d look at me and just stare&#8230;</div>
<div style="display:block;">Oh and how I do really miss</div>
<div style="display:block;">Your gentle breeze and soft soft kiss</div>
<div style="display:block;">The thing I miss the most is the fun</div>
<div style="display:block;">Oh how I miss you Mr. Sun!!</div>
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		<title>Poetic Justice&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 16:02:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The days have passed so quick and fast She never knew those times wouldn&#8217;t last For when she&#8217;s alone she thinks of him Her heart aches for what could&#8217;ve been But then she realizes what she&#8217;ll really miss Not his touch or his soft kiss It&#8217;s not the way he held her tight Or how [...]]]></description>
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<p>The days have passed so quick and fast<br />
She never knew those times wouldn&#8217;t last<br />
For when she&#8217;s alone she thinks of him<br />
Her heart aches for what could&#8217;ve been<br />
But then she realizes what she&#8217;ll really miss<br />
Not his touch or his soft kiss<br />
It&#8217;s not the way he held her tight<br />
Or how he&#8217;d kiss her throughout the night<br />
It&#8217;s not the man he is that she&#8217;ll be longing for<br />
It&#8217;s the man she thought he was that she&#8217;ll miss more&#8230;.</p>
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<p>She&#8217;s left alone again and as she begins to feel jaded<br />
Her dreams of what could&#8217;ve been soon become faded<br />
She tries to ignore the numbness of her heart<br />
She thinks of other things before the tears start<br />
And then she realizes she will hurt no longer<br />
She knows what doesn&#8217;t kill her makes her stronger<br />
If it was meant to be, it would&#8217;ve been<br />
She patiently waits for a new day to begin&#8230;..</p>
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<p>Is there a limit to how much her heart can break<br />
Is there an amount of how much she can take<br />
For she gives and gives and all she gets<br />
Is a day full of feeling nothing but regrets</p>
<p>All she longs for is to be truly loved<br />
All she wants is to feel safe<br />
All she dreams of is forever</p>
<p>But when?<br />
When will her search end?</p>
<p>She puts her walls up one more time<br />
She swears she&#8217;ll be more careful with the next<br />
She tells herself he will soon come to rescue her<br />
And then she patiently waits&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>Monday&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 14:57:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Houston Social Butterfly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Went walking with T yesterday&#8230;.we walked past the Ymca&#8230;then continued to some track&#8230;did a couple of laps and walked back&#8230;it was actually nice outside and felt really good to get out. After, I headed over to my cousin&#8217;s where there was a yaya sisterhood meeting. It&#8217;s nice to know when you go thru rough [...]]]></description>
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<p>Went walking with T yesterday&#8230;.we walked past the Ymca&#8230;then continued to some track&#8230;did a couple of laps and walked back&#8230;it was actually nice outside and felt really good to get out. After, I headed over to my cousin&#8217;s where there was a yaya sisterhood meeting. It&#8217;s nice to know when you go thru rough times that you always have your sisters. She&#8217;s goin thru a rough patch, but I know she&#8217;s gonna get thru it.  Some people are cowards and SUCK!!</p>
<blockquote><p>What could&#8217;ve been</p>
<p>The days have passed so quick and fast<br />
She never knew those times wouldn&#8217;t last<br />
For when she&#8217;s alone she thinks of him<br />
Her heart aches for what could&#8217;ve been<br />
But then she realizes what she&#8217;ll really miss<br />
Not his touch or his soft kiss<br />
It&#8217;s not the way he held her tight<br />
Or how he&#8217;d kiss her throughout the night<br />
It&#8217;s not the man he is that she&#8217;ll be longing for<br />
It&#8217;s the man she thought he was that she&#8217;ll miss more&#8230;.</p></blockquote>
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