Yellow Poems
Reaping Dusk
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
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Symphony In Yellow
by Oscar Wilde
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
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Daisy Darkness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
midnight was glowing
in recall of antique gold
huge yellow daisy
pleasures we once knew
when dusk daisy glowed redly
twirl memory lane
golden onyx dark
shrouding melancholy moon
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Yellow Quarter Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
glowing fragrant June
so lustrous on black waters
rare are golden nights
most green croaking frogs
slow fireflies at hide and seek
treetop lullabies
sweet summer midnight
in dreams I feel moon's caress
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Yellow Fire
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It rose as if by heart's desire;
For a morning aglow, a need was dire.
Like a pin prick to the heart, you feel
A beauty nothing can conceal.
It blazed within a sky so clear;
So brilliant it caused a tear.
And down it poured;
The tranquil earth restored.
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Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase : Van Gogh : Arles : 1888: (Ekphrasis)
by Ghairo Daniels
twelve of us he choose to paint
sons of Jacob in an earthen
jar so sturdy
plonked us with vehemence
directed by neuronal cells
skull protecting scrambled
delicacy
managed by eyes
emitting fire spark piercings
fingers reading poverty
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Yellow Field of Wheat
by Ghairo Daniels
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
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Daisy Darkness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
midnight was glowing
in recall of antique gold
huge yellow daisy
pleasures we once knew
when dusk daisy glowed redly
twirl memory lane
golden onyx dark
shrouding melancholy moon
......
Reaping Dusk
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Marigold Morning
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Twinkling stars were receding rapidly, as I had always known they would,
When rouge sun touched the eastern sky, to color a whole neighborhood.
The timid alabaster moon was in hiding, taking with him, his native luster,
As myriad fireflies retreat dark nights, to where the wilder blooms cluster.
A speckled rooster stood with bated breath, anticipating his big moment,
As the insistent rainbows, we seldom see, cannot tolerate postponement.
I was an enthusiastic naturalist, always observing our rich, natural world,
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