Imagery Poems
The Shark
by Edwin John Pratt
He seemed to know the harbour,
So leisurely he swam;
His fin,
Like a piece of sheet-iron,
Three-cornered,
And with knife-edge,
Stirred not a bubble
As it moved
With its base-line on the water.
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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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Fresh Perspectives
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.
I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid youths,
Like when dusky stars waltz out dreamy, winking to show hidden truths.
My long days were full, like the pink marguerites, crowding sunny fields,
Or the misty rainbow's vanishing, after a full sky vision's been revealed!
I was suited to my worthy profession, because I had an analytical mind,
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A Sunshine Bazaar
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A lively church bazaar is on the avenue today,
In the house of the Lord, happy children play,
So much is going on, there is so much to see,
Like many hues flowing, in the house of memory.
Hot lunches and baked goods are here for sale,
Like myriad summer days, vivid blossoms prevail,
Old and young enjoy the raffles and the games,
As sunset going down, its vibrant smile retains.
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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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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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