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Laura J. Bobrow Poem
The Color Blue
A blue rinse enhanced her short-cropped hair,
eyelids heavily coated with frosty blue shadow.
Bright blue nail polish drew attention to her gaudy rings.
The blue dress she wore clung tightly to her voluptuous body.
Moonlight shone on the blue fringe of his tallit
which lay, discarded, on the counterpane.
Blue exhaust trailed from their departing car.
Copyright © Laura J. Bobrow | Year Posted 2026
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Laura J. Bobrow Poem
The Moonstone
A cowboy, when walking out on the plains, picked up a moonstone
all written on in words of blue: Three wishes I will grant for you.
The cowboy whispered, Moonstone, you lucky moonstone,
I wish for fame, and I wish for money,
and I wish for a woman to call me honey.
He went to the city. There he became a famous gunfighter.
His name for miles around was cried, but the cowboy wasn't satisfied.
The cowboy chuckled, Moonstone, you magic moonstone,
I've got my fame, but I wished for money,
and I wished for a woman to call me honey.
One cold Tuesday morning he held up a bank, stole all the money.
Though he was rich and famous, too, the cowboy's greed was never through.
The cowboy boasted, Moonstone, you clever moonstone,
I've got my fame and I've got my money,
but where is the woman to call me honey?
Along came a woman, as fair as a queen, and she called him honey.
He loved her so, he was too blind to see she was the fickle kind.
The cowboy shouted, Moonstone, you’ve done it, moonstone!
I've got my fame and I've got my money,
and I've got me a woman to call me honey!
She ruined his name, took all his gold, ran off with a gambler.
The cowboy groaned, I see it now. It's a trick you played, and I know how.
The cowboy whimpered, Moonstone, you wicked moonstone!
You showed me fame. You showed me money.
Then you sent me the devil to call me honey.
Copyright © Laura J. Bobrow | Year Posted 2026
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