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Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too; As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue. The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his side. He ruled with caring. Like rainbow hued peaks, where indifference died. His glorious reign had been lengthy, and the vast kingdom prospered; Like the kingdom of regal, red lilies, blooming regularly as clockwork. Fabled, flighty, fall days brought friends, on the spur of rare moment, Often from faraway kingdoms, like night, after colorful postponement. Fragrant night fell so familiarly, in the ashen shadows of flaming day; As family arrived feelingly from France, like the heartfelt communique. The king lived in the house of harmony, like ruby stars dancing in sync; And green birds sang in its courtyard, under pink, lace clouds, indistinct. Reliable raspberry sun rose rapturously, along King's Road of old roses; Replete with robust raven cawing, like when confiding cricket discloses. The king's musicians gave daily recitals, like the nectarine sun, shining. Noble courtiers attended every noon, by windows of minty ivy, twining. The 'orchid valentine beauty' fell in love, in frilly, red petals, cashmere; As 'crown of thorns peppermint candy,' bloomed throughout green years. 'Miss Jekyll' blooms, sought places to Hyde, since all were colored blue; While red 'spider lily blooms' spun silk, to be adorned in something new. One day Old King Cole called for his pipe and bowl, and his fiddlers, too; And they played as they never had before, like pink finch's sunrise debut! All windows were open, green leaves quivering. Songs paused in the tree. 'Twas if nature were in hushed rapture, in bygone days, far from the city! 'Old King Cole was a merry old soul. And a merry old soul was he, He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he, Oh there's none so rare, as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.'

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Date: 7/14/2025 10:48:00 PM
so delicious poetry, communion with nature is perfect, great reading dear poet have a nice day
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 7/15/2025 5:30:00 PM
So happy that you enjoyed, my friend. Thank you so much, and many blessings to you. :)
Date: 7/12/2025 7:26:00 AM
Awwn such a heartfelt and evocative narrative couplet poem this is, sweet Evelyn! You have this artistic talent of alluring your reader with such immaculate and vibrant imageries and you do that so well too! Such a beautiful saga you've conveyed here, a King's journey, who reigned his kingdom gracefully and ascended with purity ~ enjoyed reading this, so many amazing lines here, I wish to quote all of them. Adding in my favs, sweet poetess, sending you light and best wishes always ~
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 7/12/2025 4:30:00 PM
Dear Hiya, thank you for your comment, which is filled with happinesss and sunshine. I am also delighted by your fave. It's such a pleasure to read your lovely response today. Many blessings. :)

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