Fantasy Poems
The Red at the End of Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a happy fruit farmer, growing delicious, healthy fruits for consumption.
Since we'd bought the farm ten years prior, all the family lent to its function.
It was a large, productive farm, and we ran it with our extended, fine family,
As pretty bluebirds of vivid sunset, are homeward bound to their family tree.
We all had our cozy, separate houses, but came together every working day,
As hilltop blooms gather each sunrise, sensing the luster coming their way!
Our farm produced several fruit varieties, but not my favorite, strawberries,
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The Banquet
by Tammy Darby
Late one nice warm evening
Came a very loud knock upon my door
It was a complete stranger
Tired bewildered and lost
Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods
A gracious host of course
I bowed, extended my hand and stated
Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters
Such as the ghost to my left moaning and groaning
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Venomous
by Kendall Parker
Slither, pretty little snake,
You think you have caught them?
Spit, aim for the eyes,
Blind them with your venom.
You missed, naive little snake,
They know what you are,
You tried to hide so very well,
Now you won't make it very far.
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On the Seas of Night
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I loved sailing upon the blue sea, and I was never too far from it,
As one who knows sweet cravings, is seldom far from chocolates.
In my previous much loved vessel, I had sailed a thousand miles,
As rainbows are seen from a distance, bringing on happy smiles.
My entire family enjoyed sailing, which I'd mastered in my youth,
As the throngs lie ignorant, until the blush dawn moment of truth.
I had been to so many places, that I could not recollect them all,
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Fly Away Home
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I enjoyed traveling greatly, and I had been countless places,
Like lovely fireflies of twilight, on their mellow moonlit races.
On my time away from work, I often went someplace exotic,
Like astronauts out in space, viewing galaxies from a rocket.
Frequently I boarded a plane, for a viable weekend getaway,
Like stars always in motion, upon heaven's dazzling highway!
I had made numerous friends, even some in remote regions,
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The Story of Streets
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days,
And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature plays.
I was ever striving to improve the metropolis, proposing plans and projects,
And meeting with public officials, as stars and moon improve night prospects.
I administered government policies, and decided the best uses for city land,
And I was informed on zoning and construction codes, with data on demand.
I was proud of that bustling metropolis, for like red sun, it was going places,
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The Red at the End of Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a happy fruit farmer, growing delicious, healthy fruits for consumption.
Since we'd bought the farm ten years prior, all the family lent to its function.
It was a large, productive farm, and we ran it with our extended, fine family,
As pretty bluebirds of vivid sunset, are homeward bound to their family tree.
We all had our cozy, separate houses, but came together every working day,
As hilltop blooms gather each sunrise, sensing the luster coming their way!
Our farm produced several fruit varieties, but not my favorite, strawberries,
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Way Up North
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.
She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
As the sun perches redly in the mahogany west, in its hour of dusky smolder.
Cherry was used to my frequent griping, like flowers are accustomed to rain,
Bringing chaos along with sweet relief, like wisdom that can come from pain.
I lived in a small town in southern Alabama, and it was the place I was born,
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Dragonfly Storm
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
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Gravity of the Situation
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an experienced astronomer, with bright eyes ever turned to the stars,
As the mysterious, intelligent aliens, might in their turn, be looking to ours.
Space had always held fascination for me, with wonders of worlds unknown,
Like the wonder of the tiniest of seedlings, turned to a red bloom full-blown.
So, my work wasn't just a job for me, but was rather something much more,
Like the glad sunshine of greeting, an accustomed visitor to your front door.
My tiny house was on a grassy hill, on the southern edge of the friendly city,
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