Imagery Poems
Imagery 1
by Caulder Conroy
Fire tips jump higher
Dancing up and down
Backdropped by Abyss.
Light shines forth
Pushing darkness,
Illuminating.
A Face Like Thunder
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.
Studying the said effects on the biosphere, absorbed so many daily hours,
Like industrious days of fragrant, amber honey, after tumbling into flowers.
My labors impacted energy usage, along with food production and health,
And the survival of endangered species, like golden rays of natural wealth.
Faddish flowers fascinated friends, who flattered them, at my broad fence,
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Rocking
by Gabriela Mistral
A thousand waves
Divine the sea she rocks
I hear the loving seas
And rock my son, my son
Night fields of wheat
The wandering wind rocks
I hear the loving winds
And rock my son, my son
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At the Other Side of Light
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Out on the the highway I was, in those apricot days of August.
I was returning from a vacation, and the birdsong was raucous.
My car had made the long journey, without any issues at all,
Like sun loving blooms have no issue, as night begins to fall!
In early afternoon I was nearly home, and ready for calm rest,
As the sun creeps off in darkness, vividly toward sunset west.
This was a happy time in my life, gay days were so satisfying.
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Architect of Life
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an active, prominent architect, like fervent stars which race the sun,
Or exotic, summer flowers that bloom vibrantly, creating rapturous visions.
I'd wrought modernist skyscrapers, as huge trees lean into a bronze glaze,
On raspberry, latter days, quite lovely, when azure blue jays sing in praise.
I had designed homes and buildings, to the plumb delight of stylish people,
While satisfying the favorable environment, with novel, vivid colors, gleeful.
I had built homes for family members, the loved ones who made life sunlit,
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A Rich Rhyme
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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Vanished
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ella Cuthbert lived with her husband John, in an age of twinkling stars;
They had a little dog named Alfie, who loved riding in pretty, swift cars.
Alfie was loved by those who knew him, as red flowers charm adorers;
And he was the darling of their street, like rainbows, crossing borders.
The Cuthberts had many interests, and on lazy days they were content,
To rove summer streets with Alfie, wondering where blue violets went!
Friends do not go out of style, as the glittery, memory stars, flash lime.
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Smiles Throughout the Weeks
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning;
Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning.
Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing,
Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing.
Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands for free.
James always had a part time job. Pete was all sunshine, very happy.
Fun barbecues attracted friends, to lawns of families and red flowers;
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Red Sea
by Ghairo Daniels
RED SEA
At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
white flags drenched with rain diluted red corpuscles
sharp splinter rain kissing my life force
gasping
A silenced Aleph commanded not
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आपके लिए हम कौन? (Who am I to You?)
by Christine Kuruvilla
Har lafz pe likhi ho tum,
Raaton ki chahat ho tum,
Dil ke jazbāt ho tum,
Khwabon ki dhadkan ho tum.
Magar aap ke liye hum kaun?
Na ugta sooraj, na dhalta chaand,
Na garajte baadal, na sunsaan shaam,
Na subah ka khwab, na raaton ki yaad,
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