Theresa Ann Moore Poems

When you love the Lord, life is worth living
You will find that love is more about giving
Life is much more worthwhile and has meaning
When you value and love a fellow human being
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Traces of a child remain under layers of paint
Simple pencil drawings of irregular circles and lines
As my eyes search, I can see the images prance
I was a playful child then… those drawings were mine
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The Chardash is of Hungarian origin
with a name derived from a tavern
Said to be the dance of the gypsies…
Danced by the light of the lantern
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Prepare a list of everything you need.
Stick to the essentials; do not exceed!
Take the bottles and cans from the closet.
Each container is worth a dime deposit.
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The summer was very hot.
We hadn’t had a lot of rain.
The crops were growing well…
So, we could not complain.
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A series of events, none of it planned…
Made the components of our lives expand.
When feelings of closeness grew from thin air.
Doubts vanished when we decided to declare.
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A season for tulips and daffodils of yellow.
Eating jelly beans and eggs of marshmallow…
With artificial colors and intense sweetness.
A time to celebrate a life and completeness.
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The bare branches of winter barren trees
Mellow in the caressing sunlit breeze…
A yearning is surfacing as buds begin to swell
A red breasted robin explores with ease
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Taking a wrong turn on to a street
Minding your own impartial business
Trying not to notice the inner city blight
Ignoring the decay and those within it
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I have an appreciation for things that are old
Like artist's paintings, sturdy furniture, and fashion
These creations of human hearts and hands...
I admired for their longevity and preseved passion
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