Theresa Ann Moore Poems

My brown cat Buttercup has always managed.
She is what some would call very disadvantaged.
She has a birth defect; her back legs do not function.
Her oddity could be considered a serious malfunction.
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How are you today?
Open wide, while I survey.
Let’s see what I can do…
To fix the ache that is bothering you.
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Feelings worth expressing
are often left unsaid
whistling and whizzing between
the walls of one's head
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A poet’s perception resides in a curious place.
In a mentality that has many notions in space.
Where is the unknown architect who designed?
Illuminating the passages of the creative mind.
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He is a magician of a kind.
He can deceive your mind.
Turning fiction into reality.
Hiding his cloaked duality.
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My mind needs the exercise
Before it settles into rigor mortis,
A workout that can express
Inner feelings just like this.
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Leap to your feet and take a stance
Pick a route and estimate the distance
Use your knowledge to find fulfillment
Be aware of clues to gain advancement
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There is someone special I would like to share.
She is my amazing granddaughter; she is quite rare.

She finds good when there is very little to prospect.
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Poetic thoughts need inspiration
Before they can liquefy and flow.
A spring emerges, initiating creation…
Emotions surface, increasing the tempo.
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The game of solitaire is a game for one.
It does not involve any other person.
The game of wits is with faces from a deck.
The characters do not aim to cause heck.
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