Places Poems
Everywhen You Roam
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the days are filled with colors
in all the possible hues
spring through winter, down the years
on land sea or sky
lives immersed in radiance
burnished dawn to ruby dusk
thrill to the vibrant frenzy
'til purple black night
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."
A Visit to Quiet Town
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
While returning home from my job, in bustling New York City,
The blaring horns of traffic, and the noise were getting to me.
With loud yelling on the sidewalks, and cawing crows up above,
And my poor aching head, I knew that a vacation I would love!
That was how it all began, my yearning for peace and quiet;
And sweet rest and relaxation, in a place lovely and private.
So I requested my vacation time, and began to make my plans,
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In the Land of Giants
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Early one morning, as fresh springtime was just ending,
I was hiking in the woods, and overhearing the birds sing.
And with a tranquil heart, and lost in a deep green world,
I was reveling in the gaiety, of lovely morning unfurled.
I hummed as I walked, while feeling a fine cool breeze,
That took the sweat from my brow, with the customary ease!
I walked on until the path, had become quite unfamiliar,
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Acceleration
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sparkling rapids rush
in mad haste through green forests
lemon clouds float by
laughing children race
bluebirds fly over the hills
red sun turns around
colored balloons rise
amid dancing in the streets
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Continue readingEverywhen You Roam
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the days are filled with colors
in all the possible hues
spring through winter, down the years
on land sea or sky
lives immersed in radiance
burnished dawn to ruby dusk
thrill to the vibrant frenzy
'til purple black night
Rendered Speechless-Literally
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
People often say I talk a lot, but I hardly think that is true,
Like the whispers about the bluebird, of which he never knew.
Talking helps a lot with my job, which is in public relations,
As modern artists' imaginations, help to create new sensations!
At last I was on vacation though, relishing in blooming pathways,
As I followed the sun, not looking back, on the endless highways.
The scenic route is always best, when you have plenty of time;
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Acceleration
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sparkling rapids rush
in mad haste through green forests
lemon clouds float by
laughing children race
bluebirds fly over the hills
red sun turns around
colored balloons rise
amid dancing in the streets
......
The 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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