Imagery Poems
La Vie en Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
People say my personality is perky, many seem to find me intriguing;
And I greatly enjoy being popular, as I don't find society fatiguing.
Having traveled to myriad places, I have seen many beautiful sights,
Such as very colorful sunsets, midst the capricious Northern lights!
When I am not out socializing, I enjoy reading all kinds of books,
As the bird of the countless colors, revels in the admiring looks.
I love my job as a secretary, and my boss and my coworkers as well,
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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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Jubilee
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Fifty kaleidoscopic years, of the sun's going up and down.
There at the beginning, we hope to be present tomorrow.
Across rose strewn seasons, years stand victory crowned,
As the twilight evening redbirds, sing the mellow soprano!
The time has come to celebrate, with many thanks to God,
Underneath midnight moon, milky stars, or hued rainbow,
Like a sunset grand canyon, the years leave one overawed,
For wheresoever they may pass, sweet memory will follow.
Down the Dark Well (feedback please)
by Monica Ellis
I peered
past the perimeter
to see where it ended
Was there still water?
I circled
around the circumference
curious as a cat
I noticed
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My Foolish Heart
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
At no time could my heart ever discern reason,
Yet, I tried in the wildflower years to be smart.
Nebulous weather wisely varies every season,
But there is no wisdom in an enamored heart.
Yet, I tried in the wildflower years to be smart.
Sometimes, I really thought I had succeeded.
But there is no wisdom in an enamored heart,
Like a bleeding sun when day has been ceded!
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Polly Astley
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Polly Astley loved to have visitors, for she loved piquant, plum people;
Like counting stars when we were young, in milky moonlight, peaceful.
Her days were spent teaching children, with faces perky as sunflowers,
When redbirds danced in jade treetops, viewed by folk on lunch hours.
Polly loved the parties and get togethers, that she frequently attended;
Like red rhododendron and rose revelry, in scented gardens, extended.
Sukey Sykes was Polly's friend, and also roommate, sharing expenses;
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Count Dracula
by Besa Dede
Hurtfully your claws tear into flesh.
Horridly they exhale pain and blood.
You mercilessly cast your hypnotizing looks
And grin with a ghastly gruesome smile.
You steal the silver from moonlight's rays,
And cast it cautiously upon your hair.
You use the black-night as your secret veil.
Now you are present, and then you're thin air.
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Dog Days of Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Alice Hubbard's home was not ever cluttered, like azure roses, in rows.
Full of sun, the panes were never shuttered, typical where love grows.
Alice was fondly called, 'Old Mother Hubbard,' by people of the town;
And her dog, Bandit, was often spoilt, like diamonds, in night's crown.
Alice was a widow, and her children were grown. She still enjoyed life.
She and Bandit were blithe companions, like rainbow, since dark strife.
Dear Alice became somewhat forgetful, like absentminded, desert rain;
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A Boy Who Loved Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.
He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!
Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.
Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,
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Shoo
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.
John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
And our older children did farm work daily, as they'd ever been wont to do.
My older children were reliable and steadfast, since they were nearly grown;
But, my young ones often got in mischief, and my eldest didn't live at home.
Although I loved my children dearly, they did ofttimes, seem to be in my hair.
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