Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Change is in the air
Exemplified by a chill
A vaporous breath is expelled
Hopes for balmy days go downhill
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Black and white photos
Captured the little girl I once was
A one year old with fascination
Recorded by time lapse pauses
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Rush hour and my four year old son is very tired.
merging into a long line of cars on the highway
barely able to see ahead through the heavy rain.
Suddenly a thunderous jetliner roar is heard overhead,
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The sun dips behind a silhouette of the apartments.
There are no honking horns or screeching brakes.
Clipping a short leash to Brownie’s choke chain,
he anxiously jumps up and down.
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Our Home

It’s small wooden frame house
With sturdy timbers that reassure.
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He strides low to the ground,
Legs crouching ready to pounce
Waiting patiently without a sound,
Muscles steady, ready to trounce.
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The world of reality has many dimensions
Metaphors elevate the reach of normality
Truth is poetry, music and artistic expression
Breathing lasting life into existing totality
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For just a few more cents
You can super size your fries
For just a few more cents
A drink can satisfy King Kong
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Palindromes say the same
Whether forwards or reverse
It is like a word brain game
The meaning is never diverse
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