Theresa Ann Moore Poems

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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hard to please
difficult to appease
when it comes to satisfaction
there is a questionable reaction
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A plastic bottle is now drained
Beverage is no longer contained

Quenched is thirstiness on a hot day
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Dry parched tongue and cracking lips
Longing for something wet and pleasing
Experiencing a complete brain eclipse
Losing consciousness …wheezing
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Changing the way that you feel
To a mindset with more appeal
In the midst of random choices
Your selection absolutely rejoices
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No more assuming that the days ahead are many
No more wasting hours… because there are plenty
Growing old gives the brain a brand-new perspective
Setting goals into action with a newborn directive
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