Fantasy Poems
A Bittersweet Experience
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.
Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy dragonflies go by.
Charmed by the bluest of skies, and the fragranced fresh air,
I felt that surely, there was not a better place anywhere!
The flowers were so lovely, and the grass was so deep green,
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A Jasmine June
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It was jazzy June and green butterflies, filled the air with magic.
Then butterscotch days were long, until the purple sunset panic.
Sunny June, when music festivals, were staged in shady parks;
While in treetops purple martins, warbled their musical remarks.
Late springtime everywhere, and sandy beaches were crowded;
And it seemed such a long spell, since skies had been clouded!
In the dreamy season of youth, blossoms preened everywhere,
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A Parallel Earth
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.
As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay sunbeams!
The sound came from my closet, quite across the room,
And drifted over mysteriously, like scent of perfume.
I moved toward the sound, so to discover its source,
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A Friend in Need
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
As owner of a business chain, I was in need of an assistant,
One with a very good memory, who was pleasant and consistent.
I knew there were many people, who possessed those qualities,
But I'd always wanted a robot, for I was intrigued by these.
So I decided to obtain one, just as soon as it was possible,
Like seasons arrive in vividness, as soon as it is plausible!
Lately details inundated me, and I was getting quite behind,
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Shoo
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.
John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
And our older children did farm work daily, as they'd ever been wont to do.
My older children were reliable and steadfast, since they were nearly grown;
But, my young ones often got in mischief, and my eldest didn't live at home.
Although I loved my children dearly, they did ofttimes, seem to be in my hair.
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A Very Long Week
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Solomon was born in exuberant springtime, and it was on a Monday.
Proud parents were Gregory and Helen, when now became someday.
They dwelt back in the good old days, in a house not far from town;
But, near enough for work and fun. Like moon, when earth is around.
Solomon was christened at Church of Our Lady, one joyful Tuesday;
And he was three months old. It was a scenic month, of wild bouquet!
As he grew, Solomon was popular, like fiery sunset's fuchsia distress.
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A Rich Rhyme
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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His Constant Companion
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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Saturday Surprise
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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What Strikes Is Not the Madness of Orders, But the Zeal of the Executors
by Igor Vykhovanets
Like "Causality"
And B follows A,
Repeats itself too fast.
But B’s called cause —
A mistake, unsurpassed.
It’s just the habit,
Labeled “causality,”
The mind’s a sieve,
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