Theresa Ann Moore
Biography of Theresa Ann Moore
I love to express myself through poetry. I enjoy reading the poems of talented poets. My favorite poet is Ogden Nash.
A Definition of 'Me'
There is more than one label that defines me.
There are many characteristics you cannot see.
Reduced to elements, I’m worth only a few cents.
A concoction bearing my name has no pretense…
As a contestant, I competed with various contenders.
As a friend, I am a supporter and a caring ear lender.
As a column of strength, I try not to become hollow.
As an educator, I try set a good example to follow.
I am a kite waiting for a gentle breeze, so I may climb.
I am a custodian who sweeps away the sands of time.
I am a young child who resides in a body of maturity.
I accomplish, but still need a soft blanket for security.
I am always in transition, sometimes without realizing…
Each day brings a new avenue with thoughts visualizing.
I am a person with characteristics that tend to rearrange.
To define me you would have to include: subject to change…
Theresa Ann Moore Poems
A Blossoming Rose
Feeling full of immeasurable dreams Desiring to burst forth with unfolding hues Opening with the natural ease of a sigh Blessed with a spattering of morning dew
After thirty years the day of decision has come It is time to consider quitting and reducing stress You fear you will be bored and have the doldrums Time to slow the rapid pace and go out for recess.
50th Class Reunion
A long breath of accumulated years Has sustain each day as lives veered Taking pathways to the unforeseen Following fragrant flowering dreams
A Gift Of Time
Time is of the essence. It is full of many presents. Some blow up in our faces. Others give loving embraces.
A Child Brings Joy
All the time in the world Can never be as precious As the years your child grows It is a luxury of the ambitious
Providing my two very fluent grandchildren A means of sending thoughts… a beneficial perk Increasing accessibility to friends and getting help Able to join the circle of a communicating network
The Middle Child
It is a position that continuously tugs and pulls A predicament that renders a destination boundless Between sunrise and the time diminishing hopes fall A middle child seeks identity in a world that is groundless
‘tis The Season
As the chill of the winter season begins to knock Daylight Savings Time tumbles back on the clock Replacing sunlit hours of the day are colorful lights Christmas music fills department stores overnight
A Country Road
The tree lined country road barely has two lanes The serene path narrows and dips straight ahead Inviting everyone with a silence that has no name Captivated by nature’s beauty… my inner spirit is led
A Cold Conclusion
Vacant hours increase with excuses You have so much to do; that’s what you say… Can’t spare any length of time like you use to do What’s the inspiration for your new cologne spray?
A Change Of Luck
It is said that a four leafed clover Brings good luck to those that find In the middle summer I looked all over For a magic leaf of four… a rare kind
A Candle Burns
A faint breeze stirs As the storm approaches An inner flame is sheltered Behind reassuring walls
I have a friend I have never met, Our words appear on the Internet… We both love to write poetry. Our lives have a unique symmetry.
Travel to the rocky coast of the Pacific, To a small village by the redwood trees. Feel the ocean mist from a bluff; it’s terrific. Visitors come to enjoy the calming breeze.
The extent of my lineage, I can not trace
When I examine the features of my face…
There are many lines of unrecorded history.
There is a familiarity that creates a mystery.
Where does my endowment ultimately come from?
Who contributed to the human being I have become?
Questions sink into oblivion as my parents decompose.
Because of insufficient information I must foreclose.