Green Poems
Blue Hours of My Loveliness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
When I'm deepest green
beneath clear blue skies and seas
cascades of flowers!
Then bliss hours of my beauty
and my radiant good health.
In blue hours of green
birds sing and there's abundance
planetary dream
I hope soon days are coming
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Pigeons
by Richard Kell
They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
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Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Mandalay
by Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
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Green Chile
by Jimmy Santiago Baca
I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
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Blue Hours of My Loveliness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
When I'm deepest green
beneath clear blue skies and seas
cascades of flowers!
Then bliss hours of my beauty
and my radiant good health.
In blue hours of green
birds sing and there's abundance
planetary dream
I hope soon days are coming
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Red Robin Serenade
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring,
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer.
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds.
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Richer Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Greener
cobalt skies, sun
and redbird songs we missed
when flowers are back, so fragrant
and dreamy butterflies waft in splendor
in budding days of renewal.
Emerging beautiful
awaited long,
Greener
The Lady in Green
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.
Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for creating something lovely is an art,
And worldly people respond the best, to what comes purely from the heart.
Like the sight of spicy rose, so arresting, because it bears the loving touch,
And is one of the huge, little things in life, which we find we need so much!
I was happy and socially sought after, like surfers seek swift, green waves,
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Too Wild
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flowers have gone wild
in the excess of sunshine
climbing homes and trees.
They poke through cracks in sidewalks
In verdancy of summer.
Golden sun gleamimg
colored blooms at my back door
woods and fields teeming.
Rose gardens are overgrown
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