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Evelyn Judy Buehler Poem
I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.
Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for creating something lovely is an art,
And worldly people respond the best, to what comes purely from the heart.
Like the sight of spicy rose, so arresting, because it bears the loving touch,
And is one of the huge, little things in life, which we find we need so much!
I was happy and socially sought after, like surfers seek swift, green waves,
Rolling rhythmically out to sea, to the rosy sun, and tranquil moon's raves.
I lived in the house of fixed stars, its tall windows all frosted in diamonds,
And vivid arrays of colors flashed endlessly, like sunsets near the horizon!
Yellow and red, orange and bluebirds, all came to visit our cobbled street,
Like the nearby blue, lilied pond, where gorgeous geese chanced to meet.
Pleasant hours were dawdling by, hypnotized with feverish heat of summer,
As all the while, anyone knew, each year it awakens lovelier from slumber!
Yon moon was in silver lake, as numerous crickets were in evening accord,
And trees, caressed by the night breezes, did their sultry dance, in reward.
It was in the park that I first saw her, the mysterious, lovely lady in green.
Her elegant dress was emerald satin, and the most beautiful I'd ever seen!
Although her youthful face was vaguely familiar, I was sure we hadn't met,
But as a designer, I truly admired her attire, like the song you won't forget.
I saw her again at a sandy beach, in green, floppy hat and matching bikini,
She swam like a fish in turquoise waters, like scents on nights very breezy.
I saw the green lady at more sites, like the Grand Canyon and jade woods,
Always dressed in unique, exquisite styles, like myriad floral neighborhoods!
Who was that classy lady, who always appeared to be going my sassy way,
Like a gentle wind, once introduced, is a friend you know will stay and stay?
Like the ever present, crimson rose, never far from the garden of my heart,
When on the back porch of my blissful, with lemonade and a raspberry tart.
One day I realized the lady's sacred secret, when she abruptly disappeared,
Before my eyes, into a sudden green mist, nowhere about when it cleared!
It was timeless, beautiful Mother Nature, smashing in her youthful, old age,
Her colors and styles ever tastefully in vogue, and her whims the latest rage.
We've all seen her, in the wilder, greener spaces, oft she went unrecognized,
For she's more apt to be perceived, when her beauty's cherished in our eyes!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2023
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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.
My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is overgrown,
Effusing rich and cloying fragrance, lovely nature reclaiming its own.
The tree boughs are overhanging, the bushes begging to be pruned,
Like a piano that once made beautiful music, is begging to be tuned.
The fruit trees so long neglected, has left fruit rotting on the ground,
Like the moonlit nights of June, when distant glittering stars abound.
A house gains the glittering personalities, of the people it has known,
Like pearl moon at the witching hour, emits a glow that's not its own!
Memory echoes within these walls, of young and old, of joy and tears,
As a tangerine mist arrives at dawn, then in gold sunshine disappears.
Through the residents I led a rich life, I held their hopes and dreams,
And saw sickness and health and triumph, and invading moonbeams.
Over the span of two hundred years, myriad people came in and out,
Like sequin stars dazzle jet black space, all along the heavenly route.
Of the residents, I have had favorites, who valued and cared for me,
And who were also loving and kind, like soft moonbeams, very pretty.
However, I'll allow that some of the others, didn't happen to be nice,
And were selfish to a fault, while the golden hours moved clockwise.
Through the countless fruitful seasons, I saw a million casual visitors,
In an apparently endless plumb line, with mail carriers and solicitors.
I saw real talent and creativity, departing to realize cherished dreams,
And entire lifetimes passed beneath my gaze, like animated figurines!
Now I'm merely home to small animals, birds and occasional vagrants,
Floating in and out like the summer's breeze, with old roses' fragrance.
These days I feel empty and lonesome, like wind moaning in the trees,
Or the amaranth solitary bloom, lifelong passion of buzzing honeybees.
At times curiosity peeks in the window, and what narratives I could tell,
But just as quickly it then disappears, hello swiftly followed by farewell.
The boisterous brook still rushes past, and the grass has grown so tall,
Rampant ivy covers my windows, as green creeps along the outer walls.
Countless birds are in the rafters, and the rain is persistently coming in,
Doors are coming off of their hinges, and the past will never come again!
The people still have a place in my heart, as I loved each and every one,
As flowers love the warm saffron days, in the golden ages of fervent sun.
There is fine dust in every room, and some people say that I'm haunted,
Like a flaming sunset that colors the sky, where gold was once flaunted.
Once I was beautiful, and elegant, until the day the laughter died down,
Now I live through extraordinary memory, as the fall in beauty abounds!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2022
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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.
My fourth graders were very attentive, as I recounted the glory,
Of tales such as Mansa Musa's, maybe the richest man in history!
Sultan of Mali was Mansa Musa, during the far off Middle Ages,
The world's largest gold producers maybe, say the history sages.
When Mali consisted of 400 cities, he was a patron of the arts.
Mansa Musa, in advancing science and literature, also took part.
A patron of architecture too, Mali flourished under his reign,
He made a legendary pilgrimage to Mecca, and gained more fame!
The children sat dreamy eyed, their captivation being steadfast,
Like the statues of ancient heroes, which look toward the past!
Then I began the tale of Ezana Axum, an ancient Ethiopian ruler,
Who in the fourth century AD, as a child, succeeded his father.
And he conquered the Kingdom of Kush, in approximately 350AD,
And was first monarch of the Kingdom, to embrace Christianity!
His childhood tutor, a Christian and missionary named Frumentius,
Later became head of the Ethiopian Church, for God is gracious.
'May this please the people,' was the motto of Aksumite coinage,
Showing concern for the citizenry, by appearances a royal sage.
From a design with a pagan motif, the coins later bore a cross,
For an absence of of God in kingdoms, creates the greatest loss!
We remember him as being a great builder, of obelisks and stelae,
Ethiopia's Orthodox Tewahedo Church, regards him as a saint today.
Since my class had grown awful quiet, I looked up from the book,
Where my class once was, now sat two pupils, with heedful looks!
We were in a very different room, smaller with just two windows,
I was teaching two African children, in fine traditional clothes.
The volume that I was holding, was now an entirely different one,
It was a book of children's stories, and apparently I wasn't done.
The children asked me eagerly, what happened to the rabbit next,
And since I understood their language, I began to read the text.
Soon I was enjoying myself, and we all discovered many things,
And I got a pristine look at ancient Africa, upon magical wings!
Later the classroom door opened, and in came a most noble figure,
Who was dressed very resplendently, and I welcomed our visitor.
Ezana Axum gives you thanks, he said as I began to understand,
As king of this great nation, its education makes my joy expand!
"I've come to see how you're progressing, my children," he said.
And he smilingly asked me, what it was that we had this day read.
I told him we had studied Egyptian history, and used the abacus,
Read fairytales, learned geography, and drawn pictures to discuss.
The school day had almost ended, except for a walk on the grounds,
For the pupils' daily exercise, and to enjoy nature sights and sounds.
I'd found a teacher's schedule on a table with supplies and books,
And I must have looked exactly like her, not to have gotten odd looks!
The king himself chose to join us, as he was so enjoying the day,
And we had a lively conversation, as his children began to play.
We talked of history, and of its great significance to the present,
And God's blessings, Jesus Christ's teachings, and what they meant!
Then discussed the value, of applying them to our every day lives,
Like a lifetime spent in planning, for the glad moment He arrives!
"Come children," said the father, "it is time for us to go home,"
And taking my hand he thanked me, for the lively chat we'd known.
I bowed my head in respect, in the afternoon lengthening shadows,
And said I'd enjoyed this day as no other, like when the sunset glows.
I stood in the parklike setting, then reluctantly turned to leave,
But in front of me sat my 4th grade class, like butterflies on breeze!
My long school day ended, and I fondly wished the class good evening,
Like beautiful blooming summer, bids a fond farewell to budding spring!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2020
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A lot of acquaintances deemed me lucky, and I knew I was,
For I had a successful life, when all could have been chaos.
I had a wonderful job that I loved, making plenty of money,
And a loving family and friends, and my future seemed sunny!
I then worked at an agency of the U.S. Department of Defense,
Researching the new military weapons, which was very intense.
We were at the time working on a strong, invisible shield,
For our soldiers to use in foxholes, upon the battlefield.
Like the early fog cloaks the views, of everything nature,
Causing mysterious obstruction, for each probable spectator!
I often found myself at the facility after hours, all alone,
Trying to figure out a certain problem, before I went home.
The project was very interesting, and it quite captivated me,
Like the moon captivates a wolf when he's howling lustily.
I was very close to a breakthrough. I could actually feel it,
And I couldn't bear to break my concentration, even a bit.
The shield had already been completed, except for one part,
Which was an invisibility solution-already off to a good start.
I worked for two hours, until the solution was finished,
And trying it out, was a temptation that I could not resist.
So, into the large vat, I dipped the very end of a pencil,
And as it partially disappeared, I knew I'd been successful!
Then I dropped the pencil, and saw bits of floor disappear,
Oh, no! I was unused to making such mistakes in my career!
But as I bent to recover the pencil, my high heel slipped,
And trying to break my fall, the edge of the table I gripped.
The table was far too small, and the vat was much too tall,
And as unconsciousness descended, I actually saw the vat fall!
When I regained consciousness, there was a lump on my head,
While I also knew vague and disquieting feelings of dread.
The empty vat lay on the floor, which had partially vanished,
Like the sun disappears, after the blooms have been kissed.
I could actually see into the room on the level below mine,
And I also noticed that of my two feet, there wasn't a sign!
Shocked and alarmed, I found a room with a full length mirror,
And saw my entire body was gone. Nothing had ever been dearer.
I couldn't afford to panic. I knew that I must stay serene,
So, I went back and cleaned up the mess, at the accident scene.
I felt better after I'd done it, knowing it couldn't get worse,
All I had left to do, was put my strange dilemma in reverse.
But for now I was tired and hungry, and just had to go home,
Like a queen returning to reside, upon her invisible throne.
On the way out of the building, I accidentally bumped someone,
And after looking around wildly, she yelped and was soon gone.
I realized I had to walk home, and luckily the distance wasn't far,
For I didn't want to cause consternation, with a driverless car!
Once home, I had a fine dinner, watched a movie and went to bed,
And then I slept very peacefully, until the moonlit darkness fled.
The next morning I went to work, long before I was due to arrive.
I could finish work on an antidote, before my mishap was realized.
My work went well and rapidly, and I restored the invisible floor,
Then I restored visibility to myself, and I was happy once more!
As for the invisibility solution, I carefully made another batch,
Like the rains replenish the earth, in a way no other can match.
When my coworkers began to arrive, it was just another busy day,
And none had the slightest inkling, of my transformative Thursday!
As a fern knows naught of a universe, overflowing with pale stars,
For awareness is barred by a green canopy, as is the moon and Mars.
Another few weeks went by quickly, and our project was complete,
But I was filled with discontent, and job success was bittersweet!
Years ago I'd had a passion for painting. I was lauded for my talent,
But I'd put those dreams aside, to make money that I hadn't spent.
I finally came to a decision, to return to my true heart's desire,
And buy a cottage in the country, then create paintings to inspire.
Much to everyone's surprise, that's exactly what I did soon after,
And my lovely cottage, is at times, filled with fondest laughter.
My art became a sensation, so I guess I would've made money anyway,
If I had only believed in myself, as tomorrow believes in yesterday!
I am so much happier now, because I am living the life that I love,
And that is the only way of being happy, that I'm absolutely sure of.
I don't regret the accident, that made me look at life more closely,
Because it was in my very disappearance, that I found the real me!
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“Love is like a rose. When pressed between two lifetimes, it will last forever.” – Anonymous
In vast wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to eternity, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Written on August 28, 2022
For: Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite
Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
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Out where the blooming path comes to an end,
Along with wildflowers and Queen Anne's Lace,
A white sandy beach is waiting in the sunshine,
With a house so inviting at the day's primetime.
Seagulls are swooping and diving so endlessly,
Like the turquoise waves that come crashing in,
Before rushing back out to wild fathomless sea!
At the end of the beginning of gold midmorning,
It is noontime in the silent house of the sun.
Red butterflies are flittering on a soft breeze,
And the bees have begun their quest for honey.
Blooms yellow orange and red sit upon the porch,
As if somehow lit up, by the sun's flaming torch!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2021
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Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby.
I chased rose finches at dawn, and the yellow warblers come noon,
Scarlet flycatchers of a fine evening, and ravens under the moon!
By the fond nickname of 'Bird Lady', I had lately become renowned,
And aptly it did cling to me, like the title monarch once crowned.
Outfitted with my binoculars, I sought the rarest or common birds,
Later painting them from snapshots taken, much lovelier than words!
Many a summer day would find me, under the green canopy of trees,
Searching for the elusive joys, upon mysterious and spicy breeze!
On one such day I sought Kirtland's warbler, rumored to be nearby,
And I longed for a phototograph, before he took the azure skies.
I had caught a brief glimpse of him, but just as soon I lost sight,
As colorful blooms never show full glory, in darkness of the night!
Among the pines I was by now, in throes of a heartfelt obsession,
Hoping the beauty might come forth, in golden noontide confession.
"He has flown," a soft voice said, which I imagined was in my head,
Until the soft voice came again, saying the lovely bird had fled!
Still I turned looking eagerly, for the mysterious one who'd spoken;
But I saw absolutely no one, and the tranquil silence gave no token.
The voice said it wasn't a person, but it belonged to the big tree,
For the method trees use to communicate, is by means of telepathy.
I just stood staring in shock, the while my heart was in my mouth,
Like the sunset discovery, that you're residing in the wrong house!
And the reality that you thought you knew, does not actually exist,
Like the way the whole world changes, after receiving a first kiss!
Being a remarkably practical person, I intentionally calmed myself.
In a world of wasted opprtunity, why leave golden ones on a shelf?
So with a hundreds year old tree, I engaged in mental conversation,
Filled with zest and curiosity, like a colorful new dawn sensation.
I learned so much of various birds, those ancient friends of trees,
And how they enjoyed classical music, in the company of the bees!
We also spoke of ancient time, sunlit moments and life's passersby,
And of clouds and daydreaming, and the endless colors of the skies!
In the raptures of our conversing, it no longer seemed a bit strange,
Like meeting an old friend you once knew, and not seeing any change.
We talked of interesting visitors, who will come and soon they go,
Like the seasons bringing wonder, in colorful radiance of tomorrow.
My beautiful bird was quite forgotten, for my pretty bird had flown,
As I sat in the dreamy summertime, in the shade, on nature's throne.
We talked of twinkling starlight, in the blackened velvet of June;
And of night blooms and whispering breezes, and a pale limpid moon.
As true friends at last we parted, for the hour had grown quite late,
Recalling redbird met the dawn in song, as some meetings cannot wait.
Retracing the butterfly path I had come, I was often looking back,
At the jade friend I had come to love, sitting near the pink lilacs!
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Huge red-orange sun slowly recede,
Upon the sky seem to bleed;
Whispers of night, calling home,
Such sunset days rarely spent alone.
Look ahead to starry skies;
Not time for early goodbyes.
Without love cannot the heart grow-
A new day comes beyond the rainbow!
Warm Paris breeeze gently blow-
Roses atop the bureau;
Music with a certain ease;
Smooth jazz, if you please.
In darkness of shadows, waits he!
The night is young-for me!
Stars appear, quiet avenue.
Farewell dawn skies of baby blue.
When from misty dreams awakes,
When tomorrow sunrise overtakes,
Come listen music play,
On gold terrace of the sunny day!
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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.
The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the heart of jade forests, where lush nature is screaming.
But the dark hours seem as ages past, since you have risen on the horizon,
Reflecting your glory in the limpid waters, as day slowly begins to brighten.
So nice to see you again, my old friend, peering in the doors and windows,
As beautiful songs from emerald trees, begin their daily, rapid crescendos.
Soon all the world will be colorful and glad, like skyward birthday balloons,
Drifting on backlit skies of somewhere, like the aromas of various blooms!
We've traveled a long way, you and I, and like orioles, we've gone together,
Screaming our joys at midday hour, as warmth blankets the divers weather.
You trail every individual, peach dawn to dusk, and from season to season,
Forever going in and out of our lives, silently, and without apparent reason.
My work as a seasonal park ranger, has kept me in the glitter of your gaze,
As gorgeous wildflowers pursue us all, down the myriad, natural pathways.
Living with my family and my cat, and having a happy life on Pretty Street,
We danced all through deep amber days, terribly soon to become obsolete.
And often enjoyed memorable outings, birthday parties, and get togethers,
Like the euphoria of your floral days, are inclined to following predecessors.
Days at the beach, days at the park, ballgames or fun backyard barbecues,
At the happiest of times, everyplace I look, the first thing that I see is you.
And in olden, golden days, when I played on and on, your warmth was felt,
Like the presence of bittersweet autumn rose, though unseen, lately smelt!
Sweet summer evenings, you gazed redly, to say your melancholy goodbye,
Like the redness that strangely appears, when you're trying hard not to cry.
Crickets in the lilac bush, butterflies in the grass, all smile to greet the sun,
And yellow days are started and soon done, in dreamlike, skyward visions!
Flowers titter in warm, fragrant meadows, and oceans shudder with delight,
People beam at your kind warmth, and robins sing once they see your light!
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I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.
And every day held fruitful discovery, as when the autumn colors are flying,
Or when milky stars begin their twinkling, before a hued sun's done sighing.
My friends were also unwary explorers, and in saffron days we laughed lots,
Like spotted hyenas of emerald savannahs, laughing loudly in comical spots.
My husband and I explored distant areas together, as we explored our lives,
Like the green sea that is ever searching, amazed as destiny's shore arrives.
My fuchsia family waited calmly to see me, as the blooms endured last night,
Before the fierce, sunshine family reunion, when vibrantly colors did delight!
If I could've, I'd have explored other worlds of mystery, not unlike our own,
As a yellow, daytime sun travels forever, towards others in the galactic zone.
I lived in the house of colorful smoke, because fiery sun was always leaving,
So lost in mauve, artless moments, when pearly moonlight starts competing!
Dazzling flowers did the windswept waltz, in the gardens on Beautiful Street,
Professional dancers on that avenue of my dreams, smiling when we'd meet.
Neighbors adulated rich, sleepy August, with the lovely, backyard gatherings,
Like those endlessly long summer nights, full of beautiful, strange imaginings.
Wild, tropic summer was in tune, the days gold sun danced with ivory moon;
And lovers laughed beneath milky stars, feeling that they'd be married soon.
One day after I'd left the house, I saw a familiar world with oddness clinging,
For nearby birds quietly exuded fragrance, and loveliest flowers were singing!
Gleeful insects hummed the songs of blooms, visiting as many as they could,
And though the pearl world was magically beautiful, it didn't look as it should!
Madcap cats barked and wagged their tails, as dogs were doggedly meowing,
While trees before mystic, imperial wind, were constantly, reverently bowing.
Had I somehow entered a parallel earth, with even stars in the wrong order,
Like a daytime, gibbous moon flees, after finding itself in the wrong quarter?
People cried at jokes and laughed at sorrow, like mellow golden, sunset noon,
As mosaic butterflies flew everyplace I turned, like a rainbow come too soon!
I felt a vague growing sense of disquiet, since everything was slightly wrong,
Until I was awakened by my husband's kiss, then my heart burst into song.
And in red-orange dawn I realized, the incredible thing that had been amiss;
I had returned from a world of magic and wonders, because I missed his kiss!
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2023
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