Moon Couplet Poems

I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

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An evening breeze tickles the leaves on trees;
and an ancient oak tree creeks, sighs, and heaves.

As silhouettes merge, they soon disappear,
and the owls and bats...

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I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.

I corrected hazy, crazy...

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   Just a song, a melodic tune
     She’d heard that June  
   Arm-in-arm, lips locked tight
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Written: April 13, 2024 for Unseeking Seeker Contest

Rumi Quote: "I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God"

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night...

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Written: April 06, 2024

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Behold the moon, an...

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Lisa, Lisa, where are you dear poetess Lisa,
Wish we could meet and chat over a pizza,
Our star gazer, dreamy ‘skywatcher’ delight,
To where have you flown...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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  The locusts are coming
    They’ll be here soon
  Turning all greenery black
    Obliterating the moon

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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Written: March 07, 2024 For Constance La France Contest  

Quote by Rumi  "You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows....

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The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.

The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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