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Briefly It Enters, And Briefly Speaks

by Jane Kenyon

I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . .

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .

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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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The Country Of Marriage

by Wendell Berry

I.

I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.

II.

This comes after silence. Was it something I said

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Courage

by Robert William Service

Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.

'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,

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Television

by Roald Dahl

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.

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Recent Joy Poems

Dance All Day

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

a dance of peacocks
a shake of hued tail feathers
when they prance romance

huge hibiscus blooms
home to nearby hummingbirds
lure butterflies, too

at the pink of dawn
a red rooster struts his stuff

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Hyacinths and Daffodils

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Sleeping beauty has reawakened, and it is springtime again,
So like the younger days, when you skipped with Madeleine.
Purple hyacinths and daffodils, are fragrant in the meadows,
And the bush near the house, is colored with burgundy rose!

Wild hyacinths and dewy daffodils, usher in the sassy season,
Giving secret joy to many hearts, within the blooming region.
Birds sing in chartreuse fields, from morning until glitzy night,
When a day's flamenco dancers, are the rapture of moonlight!

Sweet Distraction

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

In the thrill of afternoon I sit, lost in daytime's colorful abstraction,
And garden blooms sway in the wind, giving passersby satisfaction.
Lost in deep musing and memory as I am, and they are all fragrant,
It's a wonder I notice billowy clouds above, but they are all vagrant.

An apricot sunshine respite, in the company of big beautiful blooms!
The phone will not ring now, and birds lazily fly in vibrant costumes.
The emerald green leaves are rustling, in breezes next to the pines.
Urgent work can wait awhile, as I capture perfect moments in time!

Impossible Primroses

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

vibrant primroses
in countless arresting shades
bring back the glad smiles

sunshine symphonies
in fields, beds and flowerpots
rhapsodic summer

fragrance from a dream
dreamt in the heart of winter

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Window of Spring

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

spring kitchen, sunny
a bowl of lemons and limes
light trails yellow walls

cardinals in trees
violets on window sill
views of green garden

magnolia days
come waltz into spring beauty

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