Moon Work 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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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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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate...

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If your best work is done at night,
Which is now no longer your right 
With neighbors to to your right of you,
With neighbors to the...

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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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I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days;
And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase.

An unparalleled...

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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...

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ELDORADO-LIFE IS A JOURNEY
Vijay K Koduri MD

In twilight, as the day takes its bow,
Longer and shorter, dances the shadow.
Living out barely on daily wages!
Loving those...

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I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim...

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Check my nose
for overnight eruptions,
feels like moon rock, could be worse.

I avoid the mirror,
wild men live in my face,
their campfires still smolder
in my eyes.

Columbian angels
pour...

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As corporate cogs go home for the day
Offices empty, regaining their still. 
Serene and reflective, sweeping away 
Janitor’s magic unfolds, if you will.
His footfalls echo...

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As corporate cogs go home for the day
Offices empty, regaining their still. 
Serene and reflective,  sweeping away 
Janitor’s magic unfolds, if you will.
His footfalls...

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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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At nights we’d sit out on the balcony drinkin
Breathin
That thick mug air
Of a New Orleans summer evening.
Livin as easy
As they’d let us
In the bowels of...

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