Imagery Poems
The City Is a Garment
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about city life, poems about modern life and relationships, Also poems about cities like Alexandria, Chernobyl, Hiroshima, Louisville, Memphis, Moscow, Nashville and Salzburg,
The City Is a Garment: Nashville
by Michael R. Burch
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her festive colors bleed into the night,
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Fairy Fugue
by Ghairo Daniels
We are dreams of God
images in space-time quarks
roles to play on stages
pulling curtains we haste
our costumes fall apart
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No Bother
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Betty Botter had a bewitching smile, like the brief, rainbow, sparkling;
And she was barely twelve years old, at the twilight of blue starlings.
She was a ray of gleaming sunshine, to those fortunate to know her,
All giggles and little girl charm, like today, evoking how once we were.
Betty lived in a pretty, quiet town, with her parents and three siblings;
Where redbird everyday had his say, on a street of fine, old dwellings.
Fuchsia dawn was so fresh and forward, eyelashes still fringed in night,
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Sphinx Stone
by Ghairo Daniels
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
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The Farmer's Market
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The Horn family were cheerful farmers, like honey sun, always smiling.
Sandy Horn loved animals, and she wanted a pet more than anything!
In those apricot, antique golden days, her brother, Al, wanted a dog.
At two years older than Sandy, much that he learned, she was taught.
Theirs was a hectic, but happy life, like lemony sun, chasing shadows.
Seven-year-old Sandy did her chores, then skipped green meadows.
Festival fun felt a lot more joyful, with friends joining in, some Friday;
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Fairy Fugue
by Ghairo Daniels
We are dreams of God
images in space-time quarks
roles to play on stages
pulling curtains we haste
our costumes fall apart
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Sphinx Stone
by Ghairo Daniels
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
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Fog Ripens Pink : eight by eight poem
by Ghairo Daniels
demure hushed in Avalon fog
weaving fables at grey spindles
river was tableclothed quiet
whiteness soft enveloped bodies
silvery sheath covered psyche
maidens mature into women
protective watchful fog unveils
ripened wombs awakening pink
Royal Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willow had inherited a farm, which then produced especially lavender;
So prized for its many uses, like fragrant displays, pretty and popular.
The plants' uses were beauty, medicinal, cooking, baking and teas;
Also, aromatherapy, skincare and others. Raptures on golden breeze!
Her farm was situated in the north. There winters were a challenge;
After fall turned many shades of pretty, and fiery sun, a fine orange.
The farm also produced hay for the animals, as well as a field of corn.
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Wisdom Emerging
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Happy Jasmine was twelve years old, and she was constantly prattling;
Like beauty stains of twilight skies, on gone, maroon sun, are tattling.
Jasmine liked the sound of her own voice, like redbirds in their youth;
And repeated things she had heard, without first verifying their truth.
Like the coming flash sale she'd heard of, that had already happened,
To which those told, arrived in frustration, enthusiasm soon slackened!
Jasmine and stylish friends found lots to talk of, in a fabulous summer;
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