Talking Poems
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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Grandson Gabble
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Conversations in the night
by Joseph Valley
Stars sneer aloof down wanderers in walk
Through memory archways, on pathways of dirt
Those guides flare vexed by the twists in their stalk
As heart roots dyed carmine and violet flirt
What is the force that moulds souls to fuse tight?
How fares the heart if that solder is cracked?
Does a man linger when death snuffs his light?
What gives him meaning in his final act?
......
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.
......
Grandson Gabble
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Conversations in the night
by Joseph Valley
Stars sneer aloof down wanderers in walk
Through memory archways, on pathways of dirt
Those guides flare vexed by the twists in their stalk
As heart roots dyed carmine and violet flirt
What is the force that moulds souls to fuse tight?
How fares the heart if that solder is cracked?
Does a man linger when death snuffs his light?
What gives him meaning in his final act?
......
