Rhyme Poems
Lessons That Linger
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It's golden teacher appreciation day, a shiny red apple;
Like scarlet carnations and roses, compel smiles ample.
To worthy ones, who helped shape hopes and dreams,
Like still silence of moonlight, when birdsong screams.
A card for the teacher, at orange sunset of school days,
Whose lessons follow forever, like a purple, misty haze.
Deep emerald days of youth, as yellow butterflies roam,
Will find you again in memory, after you've gone home.
Dreams and Ruby Slippers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Down the yellow brick road, in a place not very far,
In a land I heard of, you find out who you truly are.
Just follow the magical road, of friendship and love,
For adventure awaits, and things you are dreaming of!
The sparkling ruby slippers, will soon take you there,
To a fabled Emerald City, over the rainbow somewhere.
No room for evil doubting, but faith is what you need;
And ruby slippers on a path of blooms, of hope's seed!
Exotic Bloom
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In fragrance night, she hula dances slowly,
After the spectral sun has gone down lowly.
She sways to the motions of the palm trees,
And so appears to be dancing with the breeze!
Like a mermaid swimming in the endless sea,
She carelessly rides sparkling waves easily.
A wild exotic bloom, the island is her home,
And sun rises in tinged glory, above sea foam.
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The Beast of Crimson Hall
by Marra Makinen
Pitter patter on the wall
A mouse skitters down the hall
Thump thump the footsteps thud
Trekking across the floor with mud
Squelching in a crimson red
The roaring beast is happily fed
Stifled cries from the foyer
Feeding eyes of a frenzied voyeur
Black and blue fragmented reflections
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A Memory of the Park
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
At the pretty park, the amber sun was shining,
As I sat among the orange blooms of the June,
Berry blue sky and lake looked to be entwining,
As sunset paused, in its hued, dreamy cocoon.
Joyfully, I watched redbirds and butterflies play,
In one of life's flawless, spontaneous moments,
Myriad and lovely, coming once, and going away.
Allowing to memory hence, precious fragments.
Lessons That Linger
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It's golden teacher appreciation day, a shiny red apple;
Like scarlet carnations and roses, compel smiles ample.
To worthy ones, who helped shape hopes and dreams,
Like still silence of moonlight, when birdsong screams.
A card for the teacher, at orange sunset of school days,
Whose lessons follow forever, like a purple, misty haze.
Deep emerald days of youth, as yellow butterflies roam,
Will find you again in memory, after you've gone home.
Sun, Sand and Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
Giggle, Hop and Skip
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Into the woods I strolled one day, with my twin sister,
For if I had left her behind, I'd surely have missed her.
We were looking for wild strawberries, but we got lost,
Under the warm sun shining, as breezes blew very soft.
We wandered for a while, then we sat to rest by a lake,
And after eating strawberries, we saw a talking snake.
He had seen us walking, and he took us partway home,
Then a pink bunny guided us, so we didn't roam alone.
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School Days Songs-Nursery Rhyme
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I learn lots of pleasant songs at my school,
Songs about blind mice, or stars like jewels,
And animals making sounds, here and there.
On Macdonald Farm, sounds are everywhere!
Sometimes, we sing of luckless Jack and Jill.
Jack had a bad fall, strolling up Bloom Hill.
Then there's a magic dragon, known as 'Puff',
And ring a ring of roses, plunge down soft.
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Gigantic Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Calm, tropical moon was huge, filling the night skies with sheen;
And seemed to touch green treetops, and wild, songbird scenes.
The moon grazed mountains and jade hills, when I lay dreaming,
In the warm fragrance of midnight, with dim, starlight streaming.
Full moon was in Daylily Meadow, with a dark, mysterious breeze,
And its loveliness nearly touched the ground, in the hours of ease.
All the obsidian night was aglow, with the nebulous, magical light,
For even when none are observing, nature offers charming sights.
