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In A London Drawingroom

by George Eliot

The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
For view there are the houses opposite
Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch
Monotony of surface & of form
Without a break to hang a guess upon.
No bird can make a shadow as it flies,
For all is shadow, as in ways o'erhung
By thickest canvass, where the golden rays
Are clothed in hemp. No figure lingering

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Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn

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Bougainvillea Bedazzle

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

cascades of color
creates fragrance enigma
bougainvillea

purple sun pastime
and lushness now has a name
sangria dawn fame

peach noon honey glazed
lends sparkle to cherry blooms

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The Ballad Of Father Gilligan

by William Butler Yeats

The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.

Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.

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I Love My Old House

by Harold James Douglas

I go singing down my country road,
I walk eagerly, I have no time for dreaming.
I love that house by the country road,
and I am headed home
with glad heart teeming.
I know that God has blessed
that old weather beaten house,
and I am filled with joy.
I carry a beautiful little cedar tree
across my back that will bring

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Recent Joy Poems

The Hills

by Stanley Chepaitis

I was looking into the hills,
tracing out the sadness in their ancient contours,
as they watch the madness of this chattering world
with silent, hidden eyes.

I was listening to the hills,
straining to hear their silence
over the noises of traffic in the valley,
hoping, if I could,
that it might tell me of their sadness.

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Bougainvillea Bedazzle

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

cascades of color
creates fragrance enigma
bougainvillea

purple sun pastime
and lushness now has a name
sangria dawn fame

peach noon honey glazed
lends sparkle to cherry blooms

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Umpf

by Sihle Mjobo

Calm in chaos
Classic comical chorus
Mystery theme, soul’s strain
Torturous tones, spirit’s refrain

Strumming the sinews of the heart
Wallowing in the melody of melancholy
Gentle chords, seldom pull apart
Tender tugs, sustain the harmony
Dancing to the end of love

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Rain

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Yesterday I was in the parched, red desert, where it pours only seldom,
Bearing joy for varicolored cacti blooms, a silvery shower, very welcome.
This morning I deluged the green, pathless forest, at the dawn of purple.
Tomorrow, wet footsteps will travel, down the tree-lined street of myrtle.
In wild days of ago, my fervor caused floods, as I danced in dewberries;
Then a soft, yellow sun spun rich gold, making cherries and cranberries!
While there is gladness everywhere I go, my sporadic errors humble me,
Like an errant wind which blows off course, tenacious, golden honeybee!

Sanctuary

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people;
Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval.

I planned calm, exotic, trip itineraries, for all tired of city hustle and bustle;
Like a dark red flower, blooming isolated, in peach sunshine of little trouble.

I also arranged for transportation and lodging, for exhausted, glad travelers;
As beauty birds fly north and south singing, ever ecstatic, joy ambassadors.

I began dreaming of a getaway myself, one of complete rest and relaxation.

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