Sunshine Poems
Pigeons
by Richard Kell
They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
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Youth And Age
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee -
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
When I was young? -Ah, woeful When!
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands
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To The Cuckoo
by William Wordsworth
O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear,
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
At once far off, and near.
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Amber Haze
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sunflower garden
teeming with bright red roses
shares the gold spotlight
heat haze of noonday
sparkles berries on the ground
green tanagers fly
sunflower summer
of lilac purple passions
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The Two Glasses
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.
Said the glass of wine to his paler brother,
"Let us tell tales of the past to each other;
I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth,
Where I was a king, for I ruled in might;
For the proudest and grandest souls on earth
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The Wednesday Wind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
rosy redbird skies
wednesday wind tosses tulips
plump pink peonies
days greener than green
wren visits my windowsill
magnolia scents
springtime's come again
with the snapdragon fridays
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Amber Haze
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sunflower garden
teeming with bright red roses
shares the gold spotlight
heat haze of noonday
sparkles berries on the ground
green tanagers fly
sunflower summer
of lilac purple passions
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Hyacinths and Daffodils
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sleeping beauty has reawakened, and it is springtime again,
So like the younger days, when you skipped with Madeleine.
Purple hyacinths and daffodils, are fragrant in the meadows,
And the bush near the house, is colored with burgundy rose!
Wild hyacinths and dewy daffodils, usher in the sassy season,
Giving secret joy to many hearts, within the blooming region.
Birds sing in chartreuse fields, from morning until glitzy night,
When a day's flamenco dancers, are the rapture of moonlight!
The Gilt Hours In-Between
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a busy archaeologist, who enjoyed interesting and fulfilling work,
And I was very intrigued, with the ancient sites where mystery lurked.
My painstaking work caused me to travel, ofttimes to far distant lands,
As golden day weds silken nighttime, with rich, colorful wedding bands.
Having been raised in a remote area, I was now living faster in the city,
Except for slow motion parks and fields, where blooms flourished pretty.
Daily life can appear so sweet, when once you have achieved a dream,
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Sweet Distraction
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the thrill of afternoon I sit, lost in daytime's colorful abstraction,
And garden blooms sway in the wind, giving passersby satisfaction.
Lost in deep musing and memory as I am, and they are all fragrant,
It's a wonder I notice billowy clouds above, but they are all vagrant.
An apricot sunshine respite, in the company of big beautiful blooms!
The phone will not ring now, and birds lazily fly in vibrant costumes.
The emerald green leaves are rustling, in breezes next to the pines.
Urgent work can wait awhile, as I capture perfect moments in time!
