Category: moon
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Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU
Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I like to write realistic…
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Down Stream
Down Stream We are shimmering moonlight swirling on the daybreak of our own creation. Just waiting to be pushed down stream… Love always, Esha <3
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Call Me Sunshine
I am a chocolate sunrise floating over still land A part of God’s divine plan People regard me as beautiful but fail to understand… That my existence is not equated to the abundance of man Pull out your paint brush and stroke… The deep, broad curves…
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Smitten
Smitten We rock to the smooth groove Of distant tunes incited by smitten feet We snuggle underneath the frost bitten moonlight We twirl to a lover’s beat My baby and me Love always, Esha <3
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Crescendo
Crescendo You send me over the ebb Of the Swiss cheese moon When you talk sweet Sparkling eyes… meet Moving feet As we walk, clasped hands Across the disjointed street It’s a joyful feeling When kindred lovers meet Your energy is a symphony’s crescendo to me Love always, Esha <3
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Young Love
Young Love remember when we walked the moonlit pier besieged by your graceful entrance enveloped in the contagious essence of your smell held by large toned muscles tough enough to make a triceratops take notice… he was a part of my cotton candy coated teenage dream riding the twists and turns on the youthful rails…
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Haiku: The Hate I See
Sometimes I feel like I’m alone howling at the moon but just the thought of someone reading my words takes that feeling away from me. Thank you for caring! The Hate I See discrimination is consistently at play in a foreign place Love always, Esha <3
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