Books Poems
A Novel Idea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.
Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I could,
Because I was not the tidiest person, however life was still very good!
All those who really knew me, understood how much I loved reading,
As loving eyes turn westward each evening, to sun's motley receding.
I dwelt in a house, on 20 acres of land, that had several outbuildings.
......
Words Die
by C Duggan
Words die when there is nobody to speak them,
Lips no longer mouth the syllables of free thought,
speech,
human emotion.
How far will censorship go?
Take away our words,
stories,
histories.
Generations are blind to the real connection,
craving sustenance,
......
Tales of a Paris Flâneur
by Carl Halling
My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple
On the Metro,
When I was still innocent
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Slim pretty white girl,
......
Fragrance Allure
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sweet flowers in the library,
there to enrich an eager mind
with tales of lore and mystery.
Sweet flowers in the library,
and dreams abloom are quite pretty
in sunset colors, where light shined!
Sweet flowers in the library,
there to enrich an eager mind.
History Repeats Itself
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.
I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.
I lived in the San Francisco Bay area, a location of beauty and charms,
Like the fragrant springtime blooms, strewing as wildly as bee swarms!
The library was near my home, and I would walk there in fair weather,
......
Words Die
by C Duggan
Words die when there is nobody to speak them,
Lips no longer mouth the syllables of free thought,
speech,
human emotion.
How far will censorship go?
Take away our words,
stories,
histories.
Generations are blind to the real connection,
craving sustenance,
......
The Green Armchair
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.
Although it was pleasant work and appealing, I was not so very well read,
Like the imperial red sun which stains the skies, soon before we go to bed.
Yet, I was bored and full of longing, for some daring adventure in my life,
Like new adventures in mysterious magic, on nights creamy stars are rife.
Baleful boredom followed after me, like raven shadows on emerald grass,
......
Fragrance Allure
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sweet flowers in the library,
there to enrich an eager mind
with tales of lore and mystery.
Sweet flowers in the library,
and dreams abloom are quite pretty
in sunset colors, where light shined!
Sweet flowers in the library,
there to enrich an eager mind.
A Novel Idea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.
Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I could,
Because I was not the tidiest person, however life was still very good!
All those who really knew me, understood how much I loved reading,
As loving eyes turn westward each evening, to sun's motley receding.
I dwelt in a house, on 20 acres of land, that had several outbuildings.
......
History Repeats Itself
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.
I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.
I lived in the San Francisco Bay area, a location of beauty and charms,
Like the fragrant springtime blooms, strewing as wildly as bee swarms!
The library was near my home, and I would walk there in fair weather,
......
