Fantasy Poems
Daydream Drumbeat
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.
I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid rainbow's colored, striped design.
I also appraised sleep products, as botanists do royal rose's genetic line.
I rated beds for luxury hotels, and mattresses for their medical benefits;
As grape butterflies keep blooms yielding, with ensuing riotous clematis.
Familiar faces of friends were welcome, in waning shadows of afternoon,
......
An Open Shut Case
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.
Functionality and beauty were very vital, so I helped customers each day,
To choose materials, colors and styles, like modish spring's latest display.
I adored inspecting the final product, and its impact on the whole house;
As butterflies, greenery and blue skies, incite rapture for motley crowds.
Opaque doors always fascinated me, being portals of frenzy and mystery.
......
Love is Blind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
......
Her Dark Touch
by Christabel Eze
I am addicted to the bittersweet taste of death.
She calls to me like the sirens to the sailor.
She pretends to be beautiful and sweet but when she takes my hand her true self is shown.
Death has crushed my soul, she has lured me into her den for my body to be taken.
Clueless, I dance to her songs and drink her wine.
I fall into her arms and confess my addiction to her.
She smiles and tells me "farewell".
Dawn Never Dies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
......
Love is Blind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
......
Daydream Drumbeat
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.
I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid rainbow's colored, striped design.
I also appraised sleep products, as botanists do royal rose's genetic line.
I rated beds for luxury hotels, and mattresses for their medical benefits;
As grape butterflies keep blooms yielding, with ensuing riotous clematis.
Familiar faces of friends were welcome, in waning shadows of afternoon,
......
Her Dark Touch
by Christabel Eze
I am addicted to the bittersweet taste of death.
She calls to me like the sirens to the sailor.
She pretends to be beautiful and sweet but when she takes my hand her true self is shown.
Death has crushed my soul, she has lured me into her den for my body to be taken.
Clueless, I dance to her songs and drink her wine.
I fall into her arms and confess my addiction to her.
She smiles and tells me "farewell".
An Open Shut Case
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.
Functionality and beauty were very vital, so I helped customers each day,
To choose materials, colors and styles, like modish spring's latest display.
I adored inspecting the final product, and its impact on the whole house;
As butterflies, greenery and blue skies, incite rapture for motley crowds.
Opaque doors always fascinated me, being portals of frenzy and mystery.
......
Dawn Never Dies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
......
