Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

Theresa Ann Moore Poems

1. Scentless 3/4/2007
2. How Cold Is It? 3/4/2007
3. The Sagging Door 3/6/2007
4. Sally The Acrobat 3/12/2007
5. Poetry 3/15/2007
6. Strawberry-Rhubarb Jam 3/17/2007
7. On The Run 3/18/2007
8. Is It A Child's Dream? 3/22/2007
9. Unshackled Love 3/22/2007
10. Grandmother 3/20/2007
11. Wrong To Right 3/24/2007
12. Good Friends And Poetry 3/25/2007
13. I Have A Life, Thank You 3/26/2007
14. The Links Of A Chain 3/30/2007
15. Become A Tree… 3/31/2007
16. Lightening Storm 4/1/2007
17. Tiffany Lamps 4/1/2007
18. Rumors 4/1/2007
19. Ideas 4/3/2007
20. Wild Flowers 4/4/2007
21. What Were You Looking For? 4/6/2007
22. Freedom Of Speech 4/10/2007
23. Nicknames 4/11/2007
24. Romantic Rhyme Master 4/11/2007
25. Is It Your Obligation? 4/12/2007
26. When I Grow Up… 4/13/2007
27. What Is Your Reaction? 4/18/2007
28. Scammers 4/14/2007
29. Sweet Rhonda Wright 4/18/2007
30. Lost Thoughts 5/3/2007
31. More Or Less? 5/4/2007
32. Reevaluation 4/23/2007
33. An Unopened Letter 5/7/2007
34. Caring 5/9/2007
35. May 5/9/2007
36. Bonus Grandson 5/12/2007
37. Mother’s Day… 5/13/2007
38. Enticing 5/14/2007
39. Appreciation 5/15/2007
40. Red Songbird 5/16/2007
Best Poem of Theresa Ann Moore

Retirement

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.

It’s a good idea to take time for some relaxation
Working overtime results in multi-digit taxation
Take a boat and paddle to a quiet fishing spot
Retirement is your reward for that stomach knot

Lift the years of pleasing the boss and immobility
Place them on the table next to responsibility
Let someone else be at the controls; take a cruise
It’s time to ...

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The Fog

A veiled wall of misty low hanging clouds
Mysteriously conceals and restrictively shrouds.
Visibility is far from marvelous this morning…
Travelers appear from the fog with no warning.

With uneasiness, I peer into the cold space ahead.
I am in familiar surroundings, but feel lost instead.
The road before me beckons, as I apply the brake…
Accelerating without caution could be a serious mistake.

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