Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Dreams are mysterious and strange.
Unexpectedly, they intrude restful sleep.
What is the significance of their display?
My speculating interpretations take a leap.
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Like two pendulums casually meeting
With hearts synchronized and beating
Swinging in unison... utterly euphoric
Like two burning candles with one wick
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I am someone
You can talk to…
I will listen.
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In retrospect you realize the hurt...
You trampled my heart into the dirt
Now you see what arrogance can do…
It reaps a payback that is long overdue.
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You are sociable and love to laugh and joke.
You over indulge in liquor and nicotine smoke.
It is time to travel tipsy toward your residence.
A designated driver is needed, but you’d take offense.
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One day you wandered into my view.
Your fur was tufted and ridiculously askew.
You were a confused vagabond without a home.
It was my intention that you would continue to roam.
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It is early morning and the power is out…
It will be very difficult to get ready without.
What time is it? The red numerals are dead.
By flashlight beams my watch reveals dread.
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Rhonda Wright where have you been today?
I've been at the Community Park to play
What did you and your friends do to have fun?
I hit the baseball into the lake and made a home run
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Awake, oh sleeping timid dreams.
Step into the light of hopeful beams.
Rise from the depths of frail nervousness.
Give your yearning a chance in all fairness.
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When I was born
You were forlorn.
I was not a father’s son.
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