Youth Poems
East End, Where the Toughs Hang Out
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
If you want to find out what it's all about,
Go to East End, where the toughs hang out;
Where street-smart girls, their skirts unfurled-
Through the wicked streets whirl.
Nights down there-always stark,
Hipcats smiling in the dark;
And the sun shines down through all the days-
Down on wayward ways!
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A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man
by James Joyce
Are you not weary of ardent ways,
Lure of the fallen seraphim?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze
And you have had your will of him.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
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Yesterday Delights
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the tangerine sun shone bright
passions were so much deeper
the pace of life much faster
kaleidoscopic
wonder and newness of joy
in the garden of dreaming
where sunset skies rained rubies
endless beginnings
A Mother's Lullaby
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
As sunset starts to prophesy
And kaleidoscopically vivify,
The day's agonies mollify--
To Sweet Mother's lullaby!
Ages have gone since the dawn,
But time still moves on and on;
Night lures as strength is gone,
And all fears have withdrawn.
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Time Travel (Got a Hook in Me)
by Carl Halling
Time travel, baby,
Set me free,
Time travel got a hook in me,
Time travel, baby,
Set me free,
Time travel got a hook in me,
In disguise as a young man in the city,
But the bright young life
No longer belongs to me,
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The girl I left behind
by Aishat Yahkub
The girl I left behind
A cherished memory, etched on my mind
The tides of time ripping us apart,
as I drift farther and farther away
Her, a static point on the beach of memories
And I, facing the future on the horizon
The sky our sole connection
With stars in her eyes
A lover of the sunrise
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Spring Break
by Lucie Johnston
SPRING BREAK!
I’ve been counting my breath for days
1 2 3 4 5-5.5
In
1 2 3 4 5-5.5
Out
The magic formula
I only do it when I remember to
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Becoming
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The purplish crimson sun's now arising,
And buds are waiting on yellow rosebush.
Yesterday lessons for today are guiding,
As birds take violet skies of dawn hush.
The youth grew so quickly, time's ambush!
Awakenings
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cool overnight rains, bear a fresh burst of spring,
Peach and pink hues grace gardens, youthful playing!
Pale lemony sunshine, at warmth's golden beginning,
And everywhere you roam, there's a novel happening.
Pink butterflies in circles, a bronzed loop de loop,
And masses of cherry blossoms, preceding red fruit.
The grass so green, pearl dewdrops gone one by one,
Like the shadows that flee, in feverish awe of the sun!
Puss in Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In bright orange blossom, dreamy afternoon meadow,
Stillness reigns as though time had nowhere to go.
And frolicking in summer, goes my puss in blooms,
Like children rollicking, with colorful balloons!
Soon scarlet butterfly visits the tip of his nose,
As starlight glitters, not caring whither it goes.
Running and bounding, like freedom's final chance,
Revelling in green days, before the years advance.
