Places Poems
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 Story of Streets
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days,
And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature plays.
I was ever striving to improve the metropolis, proposing plans and projects,
And meeting with public officials, as stars and moon improve night prospects.
I administered government policies, and decided the best uses for city land,
And I was informed on zoning and construction codes, with data on demand.
I was proud of that bustling metropolis, for like red sun, it was going places,
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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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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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Continue readingA 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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