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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Silvery Splattering
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
While in my boat upon the blue sea,
It rained nonstop for endless days,
And I missed the birdsong in my tree,
And the sunshine's warm, golden ways.
But musical rain lulled me to sleep,
When at day's end, I closed my eyes,
With frenzied rain and waves so deep;
And I dreamed of pink marmalade skies!
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Ulysses
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
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Yarrow Visited
by William Wordsworth
September, 1814
And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished
So faithfully, a waking dream,
An image that hath perished?
O that some minstrel's harp were near
To utter notes of gladness
And chase this silence from the air,
That fills my heart with sadness!
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by Jenny PokornyDepression is a storm. Threatening black clouds move ever so slowly across gray skies. It's cold, almost freezing. Darkness swallows all though, leaving a feeling of powerlessness. It's a weakening sense of helplessness. It begins to thunder, and then rain. A rain of tears so strong that it devours the soul and strips the sanity. The wind begins to blow, winds of one hundred miles per hour. Ripping apart love and memories, leaving a void of nothingness. The storm is too strong to battle. The rain will not cease. It continues to wage a war on the heart, an unending, unforgiving war. The wind tears at the heart, threatens all the fulfillment of life. But the heart fights to keep what belongs to it. The love, the life, the laughter, When the heart is about to surrender, the storm stops; leaving a black darkness. A lonely sorrow sweeps in, it's sort of calming. The rain of tears has cleansed what was dirty. Feelings of worthlessness and guilt of past hidden secrets. The skies remain gray, but the rain and wind have moved away into the distance. All is quiet and calm but there is nothing. No soul, no sanity, no love, no memories. All was taken by the storm. Only the heart remains in the nothingness. Standing unprotected, alone. Yet it finds the strength from deep within to continue. It spreads what it has protected; the love, the life, the laughter. Eventually, a ray of sunshine breaks through the gray barrier and spreads its warmth. No, the depression is not gone. It remains in the distant hills, always threatening with rumbles and growls. The grayness is always there, always reminding of things yet to come, things already done. Depression spares no mercy on the heart. There is no fairness, no caring. It does not care if there is pain or hurting. It only thinks of itself, what it can gain from the weakness of a lost soul. As the warmth continues to low, warming the body, the rain hides behind the clouds and the thunder in the distance rumbles, threatening another storm of depression. Another day.
Continue readingSalmon Tulips Shining
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunshine was pouring
in the wake of black shadows
Tulips clashed with noon
shining, shining, like full moon
Pink orange hues, like sunset
Midday quite breathless
when wandering wind has gone
from fragrance and fire
It'll return later, too late
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Wildflowers of Westfield
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
down in wild jade fields
beams orange sun revelry
scents in laughing wind
birds raise the gold roof
wildflowers trumpet colors
in mint fresh meadows
wide eyed awaking
and all dressed up for soon dance
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The Blue Beyond
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
redbirds are soaring
clouds are walking on the skies
turquoise afternoon
diamonds in the sea
reflecting the roaming sun
until the red wall
green birds are singing
in chambers next to the sky
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Glisten
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Juicy, ripe cherries, still on the jade green trees,
In vibrant, orange sunshine, glinting at summer.
Blackberries winking, saffron noon hour of ease,
When rose strewn seconds, seem lost in slumber.
Fragrant, purple plums gleam hotly, very coveted,
Lustrous, wild raspberries, deeply red and purple,
Ruby red apples aglow, like fiery sun plummeted,
Until all are lost in darkness, 'neath stars eternal.
In the Meadow
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The scents were calling
for a frolic in the grass
bordered by sweet blooms.
Life's full of unplanned pleasures
like a kiss under the moon.
In the tall green grass
cobalt sky was the limit.
Laughter in sunshine-
in early days of summer
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