Linda Moore Poems

Don't make a scene, Refrain
Angry words march through the brain
Mouth clamped shut as not to utter
Quivering body, quaking shutter
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Faces, yet faceless in the crowd, bystander
Hushed voices whisper, the loss of candor
On Lookers to catastrophe
Attitudes of apathy
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Knowing the risk of addiction
On all who Love you is cast an insidious affliction
At the height of selfishness they are drug along
To the bowels of Hell, where all is wrong
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Inspiration comes when life explodes either through joy or pain.
When overflowing thoughts consume the mind they spill onto paper.
Questions, answers, reasons and why. Bubbling happiness, boiling sadness.
the beauty of a fresh Spring day. The bitterness of the harsh coldness
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Give us this day, our Father says to pray
Do not worry of tomorrow, I will keep you from sorrow
Place your faith in me alone
All your sins I will atone
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