Couplets Poems
Not Much of a Choice
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.
He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses,
When silver moments tell true stories, before the latterly hour closes.
Whenever other tigers went left, Cooper went steadfastly, to the right,
As they did their pretty, big top tricks-to the merry audiences' delight!
Yes, Cooper's antics became part of the act. It made the people laugh!
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Our Place in the Sun
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.
The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like a pale moon that sits staring all night, its gaze near, anyplace we are.
I studied intense sunspots daily, as has been done over a thousand years,
To gain comprehensive understanding, as the weatherman into sky peers.
Fantastic, fandango dawn was fond memory, when faithful friends visited,
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Walking With the Wind
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an environmental scientist, working with large wind farm developers,
To harness wind and generate electricity, as a plum sun flees, to tell others.
I worked at helping developers comply, with all environmental regulations;
Minimizing the impact to it and populace, like storm tossed petal situations.
I conducted studies and recommended strategies, to mitigate undue harm,
For wind turbines are good for all earth, like a rouge sun keeping us warm.
Floral fulfillment filled fragrant gardens, after faceted fancies of jade spring.
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Revelry
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The year had ended and we are a year older.
Based on the past, we've grown bolder.
Heart's new joys reflect the old ones,
Amidst cheers and firing of guns!
A Change of Fortune
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an invaluable bank teller, loving peaceful life and daisy blue sky days,
Like yellow sun warming sweet seasons, inducing vibrant, natural displays.
I left for pleasant work every day, with a determined and practical purpose;
And I was happy in my job thoroughly, as colorful clowns at a golden circus.
My friends and I would lunch together, like milky stars gathered in the sky,
And we laughed at the mellow sunshine, like wind will sometimes, going by.
My family passed in and out of rose hours, like moon's hide and seek ways,
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Not Much of a Choice
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.
He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses,
When silver moments tell true stories, before the latterly hour closes.
Whenever other tigers went left, Cooper went steadfastly, to the right,
As they did their pretty, big top tricks-to the merry audiences' delight!
Yes, Cooper's antics became part of the act. It made the people laugh!
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Red Rooster's Point of View
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Julian and Joan were married, just as glitter is joined to crystal sun.
Julian was a famous violinist, like redbirds making music, in season.
Joan had a variety of elegant shoes. Of them, she was rightly proud.
Like seagulls of lakes and sky, whom liberty makes scream out loud!
The Halls were very busy people, like smoky shadows, ever moving;
And mornings were most hectic, like windblown petals, disapproving.
Flowering ferns graced their country house, when old friends came;
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Tooting Her Own Horn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains;
Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains.
Mark had a shiny, toy train set, and he was frequently adding cars;
As people often have dreams of travel, underneath jewelled stars.
Mark's Papa was a train conductor. He loved to manage the train;
And Mark liked to listen for its whistle, while playing in Green Lane.
Dinah was Mark's little sister, and she'd give her toy horn a blast;
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Where's Sam?
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mary Davis dwelled on a fruit farm, adoring the company of animals.
Most beloved was sociable Sam, who made her giggle, like bubbles!
Whereas Mary was seven-years-old, Sam, her lamb, was still a baby,
Given to Mary by best neighbors, when they played in orange daisies.
Sam's white fleece was soft and fluffy, like a mound of feather pillows;
Like clouds of endless, turquoise skies, blown by breezes, into billows.
Sweet-natured Sam and Mary's bond, was special. Soon inseperable!
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Taming the Nightmare
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.
April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.
April and sister, Dawn, loved horses, though still too young to ride;
But, they adored fairy-tales about them, like lilac, at rose's bedside.
Fuchsia was the color of fall skies, and the fun year was fading away,
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