Magic Poems
Music to My Eyes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success;
As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press.
Rosy days teemed with activity and planning, bold plans of runaway hours,
When striving, I failed to see all the sights, along paths of red sunflowers.
Many friends were musicians too, all of us eager, for soon days of triumph,
When we would stun like jubilant night, adorned in pearls and diamonds!
My family ever buoyed me up, as they wished for me my wildest dreams,
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Riot Act, April 29, 1992
by Ai Ogawa
I'm going out and get something.
I don't know what.
I don't care.
Whatever's out there, I'm going to get it.
Look in those shop windows at boxes
and boxes of Reeboks and Nikes
to make me fly through the air
like Michael Jordan
like Magic.
While I'm up there, I see Spike Lee.
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Without You
by Adrian Henri
Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and nothing to do with it,
Without you I'd have to leave my stillborn poems on other people's doorsteps, wrapped in brown paper,
Without you there'd never be sauce to put on sausage butties,
Without you plastic flowers in shop windows would just be plastic flowers in shop windows,
Without you I'd spend my summers picking morosley over the remains of train crashes,
Without you white birds would wrench themselves free from my paintings and fly off dripping blood into the night,
Without you green apples wouldn't taste greener,
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Magic Of Love
by Helen Steiner Rice
'Love is like Magic and it always will be,
For Love still remains Life's Sweet Mystery!
Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange
And there's Nothing in Life that Love cannot change!
Love can transform the most common place
Into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace!
Love is unselfish, understanding and kind,
For it sees with its Heart and not with its Mind
Love gives and forgives, there is nothing too much
For Love to heal with its Magic Touch!
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Room at the Top
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I awakened to butterscotch sunshine, pouring through my window;
And I lay there for some moments, feeling the balmy wind blow.
I would have basked in it longer, save for a job that I enjoyed;
And being late was the one thing, I'd always attempted to avoid.
I had a very nice apartment, inside a quaint but modest highrise;
And it had fantastic views, of translucent lake and cobalt skies!
In the forenoon I drove to work, in my crimson sleek automobile,
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Music to My Eyes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success;
As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press.
Rosy days teemed with activity and planning, bold plans of runaway hours,
When striving, I failed to see all the sights, along paths of red sunflowers.
Many friends were musicians too, all of us eager, for soon days of triumph,
When we would stun like jubilant night, adorned in pearls and diamonds!
My family ever buoyed me up, as they wished for me my wildest dreams,
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A Blanket of Diamonds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam.
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The 'Still' of the Night
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was for long an active art enthusiast, with a special passion for still lifes,
As the roving, scarlet sun, develops late passion for the bustling nightlife.
I was ofttimes in large art museums, and I had traveled this whole world,
Always looking for another beautiful work, like lustrous moonlight pearls.
I zealously hunted lovelies by day, but I was a wide eyed, night owl, too,
As bright meteors turn into shooting stars, then disappear from our view.
My fabulous family shared in my zeal, and we often compared artworks,
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Joy and Magic at Christmas
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
J-Jubilation
O-Ornaments
Y-Yuletide
A-Abba
N-Nativity
D-Divinity
M-Mistletoe
A-And
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Red Rover
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an essential nature photographer, very deeply immersed in my work,
Exploring leafy, wild green mansions, in the sunlit halls where beauty lurks.
I had always enjoyed natural pursuits, like minty trees reach for blue skies,
Enjoying the caress of amber sunshine, in the hours of magenta butterflies.
I loved capturing beauty all about me, from seemingly endless abundance,
Ranging from capped mountains, to still valleys, in unrestrained indulgence.
I took my camera everywhere I went, so I'd never miss a perfect moment,
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