Pantoum Poems
Floral Paths of Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
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A Blanket of Diamonds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam.
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Dazzling Balls of Fire
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The old year went out with a big boom,
One sentimental New Year's Eve night.
Dark skies displayed many vivid plumes,
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
One sentimental New Year's Eve night,
Vibrant fireworks had special meaning.
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
A time when the future lay dreaming.
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Afternoon Went Swimmingly
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
To the beach I went one hot, hot day,
In search of the cooling ice blue froth!
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.
In search of the cooling ice blue froth,
I took a sunshine stroll to the beach,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.
Often heart's desires are within reach.
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Yellow Day
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Golden blooms lined each side of the highway,
For the exotic places had long been calling.
At last the day came to put those cares away!
You must seize the moment as time is crawling.
For the exotic places had long been calling;
And there was sunshine and gaiety in my heart!
You must seize the moment as time is crawling,
Like daffodils at springtime blooming's start.
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Floral Paths of Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
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The foie-gras Factory at La Landelle
by Joe Cyr
(pantoum)
On our sojourn at La Landelle in green pastoral France,
we toured the foie-gras factory,
which makes delicious things.
Here, pallid, mute lethargic ducks
endure a force-feed dance,
disagreeing at the outset with but a fuss of wings.
Within the foie-gras factory, which makes delicious things,
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Lovers Memory Lane
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Where've I been in time? Seems I've passed this way before.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange;
Like entering the same old spaces, only using different doors!
But, meeting prior isn't possible, unless time was rearranged.
I remember you. Do you remember me? Life can be strange!
Both mysterious and perplexing, what my heart is telling me;
But, meeting prior isn't possible, unless time was rearranged,
Offering on the spur of a moment, a seeming double destiny.
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Red Robin Serenade
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring,
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer.
In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear,
Satiny voiced red robin sings, while grazing the cream clouds.
Then red butterflies appear, like pale moon in plum mists sheer;
And all of nature's lovely crowds, are wrapt in dusky shrouds.
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A Blanket of Diamonds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam.
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