Mystery Poems
Dawn Never Dies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
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Paws and whiskers.
by kiki .
my mind is a ball of yarn, you try and unravel it
with paws and whiskers.
my mind wanders as a winding road in the depts of Switzerland. you try and walk it,
whit paws and whiskers
whiskers and paws with deep blue eys,
yellow sunflowers looking trough me,
trough my ball of yarn,
to the core
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Lovers Memory Lane
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Where've I been in time? Seems I've passed this way before.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange;
Like entering the same old spaces, only using different doors!
But, meeting prior isn't possible, unless time was rearranged.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange!
Both mysterious and perplexing, what my heart is telling me;
But, meeting prior isn't possible, unless time was rearranged,
Offering on the spur of a moment, a seeming double destiny.
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Superstition
by Seyi Ojenike
In the dark corners of our minds
Lurks the shadows of superstition
Whispers of fears and doubts that bind
And fuel our irrational ambition
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Butterfly Craze
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
Paws and whiskers.
by kiki .
my mind is a ball of yarn, you try and unravel it
with paws and whiskers.
my mind wanders as a winding road in the depts of Switzerland. you try and walk it,
whit paws and whiskers
whiskers and paws with deep blue eys,
yellow sunflowers looking trough me,
trough my ball of yarn,
to the core
......
Dawn Never Dies
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
......
Our Place in the Sun
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.
The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like a pale moon that sits staring all night, its gaze near, anyplace we are.
I studied intense sunspots daily, as has been done over a thousand years,
To gain comprehensive understanding, as the weatherman into sky peers.
Fantastic, fandango dawn was fond memory, when faithful friends visited,
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Wisdom from the Mouths of Monsters
by Alex Rose
If monsters have mouths
Then what do they spout?
Is it truth that rebounds
Through their teeth?
If monsters have lungs
That means that they've sung
All the songs that one hears
In the deep.
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Mystery of May
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
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