Places Couplet Poems

Thank you, Wind, for sitting with me -
A most uncommon interviewee.

Glad to help, won't you take good notes,
So that you may avoid misquotes?

Sure, I think...

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One day I sat thinking of how life use to be, 
Where do I go from here, what life means to me.

I hope I meet...

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I came to reside in a charming town, 
Where golden shores and azure horizons abound. 

A tropical heaven of palms that sway, 
Gracing the beaches...

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Sounds of a Day in the Past

Cherry Creek was a thriving small town
Children played on swings up and down.

They screamed with delight and why not?
Today...

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  Another day, another protest; who can count them all
    This one in Vicenza, Italy, near a jewelry mall

  Where...

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Dilapidated by harsh weather.
Ivy growing over it held it together. 
Not much more than a shack.
My life ended there in that cul de sac. 
...

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I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments,
As black, diamond nights come in sequence, with the glittery enlightenments.

I helped to direct...

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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.

People were as...

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It's not that we do not believe in yesterday.
Yesterday never came to stay, and we say, that's okay.

We must appreciate yesterday in spite of its...

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There is a place of peacefulness and gentle waves.
I speak not of a hidden tunnel in a lovely cave.

I speak not of heaven, that final...

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I was an ardent, competent astronomer, ever peering in midnight blue dark,
Like mysterious destiny, ever awaiting, meeting time in some emerald park.

Labor kept me up...

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According to those who fly alone on a jet
We ain’t ruined the planet, not quite, not just yet

Thus, they keep flying’ to sound the alert
That...

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I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.

Although it...

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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's...

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I had spent recent years in mourning, since I had lost someone very dear;
As when pallid moon is hidden by clouds, and bright stars will...

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