Nature Poems
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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Well Met
by Richard Randolph
If I had the money,
if I had the time,
I’d buy a big old car
and drive to the oceanside.
Might be in the morning,
maybe late at night,
the stars might be shining,
or the sun might be bright.
And when the evening came,
I’d walk along the shore,
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Blue Iris
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
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Barbie Doll
by Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
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The Ancient Forest. (Part One)
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
A mile or two from my happy Malvern home,
Across an old meadow I`ll wander and roam.
An old rickety kissing gate; I venture alone,
Into that ancient forest; two miles from home.
My favourite "two people" are there to greet,
"Flora and Fauna" always a pleasure to meet.
Deeper into the forest; beauty unfolding,
Under natures Umbrella; my breath I`m holding.
......
Blue Iris
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
......
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,
......
The Ancient Forest. (Part One)
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
A mile or two from my happy Malvern home,
Across an old meadow I`ll wander and roam.
An old rickety kissing gate; I venture alone,
Into that ancient forest; two miles from home.
My favourite "two people" are there to greet,
"Flora and Fauna" always a pleasure to meet.
Deeper into the forest; beauty unfolding,
Under natures Umbrella; my breath I`m holding.
......
Hey Buddy
by John Stetson
Buddy Blue visits, of an afternoon.
He flits from picket to picket
before darting to the blade.
To snack?
To inspect?
To pause and reflect?
He tarries not.
He's here and not.
His is the tweet I'd like to speak.
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A Late Development
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Bud
so rich
in promise
nature's baby
awaits the sunshine
and long days of colors
A kelly green world's sighing
so avid for the plums and pinks
in the middle of eternity
in the middle of glorious summer
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