Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Happiness is a choice that you make
From within…it is something you create
It doesn't come from a prescribed pill
Dare I say, it comes from feeling fulfilled
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Lizzy sat on the porch steps
wearing a flannel shirt and jeans
concealing skin clinging to bone...
by her side her faithful dog leans
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After a sleepless night
Battling a losing fight.
Endless thoughts last…
Of the disturbing past.
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Superman is a hero that many people revere
He performs Herculean feats that astound
He has incredible skills and strength, that is clear…
He reacts in a second with a leap and a bound
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The air is thick with conversation
as a boastful voice proclaims
to be the most important by far
when comparing or dropping names
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In the middle of the day
when all that is calm and steady
turns into a target for disarray
Enough with the clamor already
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There was a time when it was shiny and new
Lincoln's copper appearance had a broad range
He had humble beginnings…he represented pride
Only to become a nuisance in a pocket full of change
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Feeling estranged from my cultural identity
Born as an American…starting a new trend
My parents spoke Hungarian occasionally...
When they did not want me to comprehend
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Wild weeds with chirping crickets
are proliferating the countryside
Far outside the busy city limits...
distanced from noxious herbicides
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As the heart slows,
and breathing
becomes shallow
life hangs by a thread…
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