Places Poems
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by Jen P.NA
Continue readingThe Mysterious Crowd
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Who are the individuals who make up this crowd,
As they are off to their various destinations,
Preoccupied with living in the thrill of pastime,
Their wandering paths intersecting so many others?
Through the burnished days beneath this common sun,
Evasive footsteps of far and near come frantically!
Vibrant birds sing above, under a spell of summer;
And footstep rush to uncover innumerable secrets.
From orange gold dawn to the red lavender sunset,
Every single person is going their own unique way,
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I know the place
by Harold Pinter
I know the place.
It is true.
Everything we do
Corrects the space
Between death and me
And you."
The Green Armchair
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.
Although it was pleasant work and appealing, I was not so very well read,
Like the imperial red sun which stains the skies, soon before we go to bed.
Yet, I was bored and full of longing, for some daring adventure in my life,
Like new adventures in mysterious magic, on nights creamy stars are rife.
Baleful boredom followed after me, like raven shadows on emerald grass,
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An Exciting Encounter
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
a walk in the wind
in the fresh, fragrant season
vivifying breaths
a walk in wildness
sunlit hair is in my eyes
disorderly blooms
a walk in chaos
that keeps the pinwheels turning
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A brook trickled easily down
by Amy Michelle Mosier
A brook trickled easily down
As poetry running unbound
And I stood on a rock
To hear the steady stream
Of foreign words gurgled.
A hazy shaft of light beamed down -
Laser-pointing through piney boughs -
And where it gently struck -
Columbine shined and teemed
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Kalimba notes drift out
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Kalimba notes drift out
To my delighted ear
As if the Matobo plains
Were conveyed from afar.
The tines - reverberating -
Complete an ethereal bar.
Each bar - artfully plucked -
Speaks kindly to my heart.
The Sahara is another vast sea
by Amy Michelle Mosier
The Sahara is another vast sea
Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
For "sailors" upon caravans
And the Sun beams mercilessly
And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
And reshapes its art of dunes.
Rabat is a black pearl
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Rabat is a black pearl
Of cellophanic rainbow
Gazing upon waves that curl
And lick a shore little known.
Gibraltar is the dock
Where it steadfast moors –
Enjoying sailboats that flock
The Mediterranean course
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What a curtain Bisbee has
by Amy Michelle Mosier
What a curtain Bisbee has
That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
From which the Sierra was hewn.
What purple folds keep Oaxaca
As a fortress in the sky
Breaking only in Panama
To let a vessel dredge by.
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