Imagery Poems
A Tough Nut to Crack
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill;
Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills.
With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on Sage farm;
Just as lilac breezes, from out of the south, only rove to keep you warm.
Theirs was a land that still believed in magic, like the red, butterfly stroll;
Or like fall trees, being crowned in colors, as summer's story grows old.
Fragrant festival days came, when fashionable, family friends, gathered,
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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 Bittersweet Experience
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.
Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy dragonflies go by.
Charmed by the bluest of skies, and the fragranced fresh air,
I felt that surely, there was not a better place anywhere!
The flowers were so lovely, and the grass was so deep green,
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A Blossoming
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Although I had always adored flowers, I had never had a green thumb;
And while I tried awfully hard, my efforts always had sorry outcomes.
Like the sorrow of old garden roses, during the unanticipated drought,
Or storms that send you fleeing homewards, with trepidation and doubt.
It is irony that my name is Jasmine, for I'd always wanted a garden,
As warm meadows dream of riotous blooms, where blooms have not been!
And how I envied the lucky ones, nurturing blossoms so effortlessly,
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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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A Tough Nut to Crack
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill;
Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills.
With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on Sage farm;
Just as lilac breezes, from out of the south, only rove to keep you warm.
Theirs was a land that still believed in magic, like the red, butterfly stroll;
Or like fall trees, being crowned in colors, as summer's story grows old.
Fragrant festival days came, when fashionable, family friends, gathered,
......
A Naturally Beautiful Outlook
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
An island sunset, when mango moon is calling,
Lush palm fronds sway, when the day is stalling.
Ivory tailed comet, comes but once in a lifetime,
Sitting in tropical sunset, at just the right time.
Gemmed hummingbird sparkle. Destiny dreams.
Pink sun is roving. Glossy crows' feathers gleam.
What was left behind, is often recalled to mind;
Yet, plum fate isn't unkind, as love again you find.
Taming the Nightmare
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.
April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.
April and sister, Dawn, loved horses, though still too young to ride;
But, they adored fairy-tales about them, like lilac, at rose's bedside.
Fuchsia was the color of fall skies, and the fun year was fading away,
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Cool Thrills Out There
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Skating upon Saturn's rings, on the outskirts of gold,
executing my double axel, in the brisk, season of cold.
The sole sound is of ice skates, spraying bits behind;
In rich, purple dusk, of the chaotic universe entwined.
A wide-eyed dreamer, in the red heartbeat of fantasy,
does slow twirls and excited spins, jumping uncannily!
Skating on concentric rings-the adventure of her life,
Stars shining all together, a hundred moons in the sky.
A Paradox once asks to me
by Amey Dalvi
A Paradox once asks to me,
what might love seek out to be,
were he a sensation of inescapable ecstasy erupting in radical hearts,
were he a person where eyes seem to halt and sorrows seem to part ?
the Paradox spewing it's taste, glares at me and,
asks to me,
"Then what shall I make love to be ? "...
.
I swallowed a breath and called to him,
Let love be what the romantics dream,
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