Theresa Ann Moore Poems

It is a way to communicate
It is a matter of expression
It is a way to commemorate
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Inviting sun fills day
Walking on a bridge
Leaning over to see
water plants swaying
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Who will be next to sit upon the throne?
It is not decided by polling
The position is not posted in the ads
Are you the first born of the queen and king?
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There is a strong sentimental attachment
to an old dark blue pickup with pin stripping
Hadn't driven it in years…its tires were loosing air
Intentions of getting it road worthy were slipping
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Flowing endlessly over the edge
with tremendous power and strength
A swift downward force beckons
an inner focus to expand in length
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One-hundred degree heat of this July day
forces living creatures to seek the shade
On a quest for relief and something to drink
Wishing for a relieving cool breeze to invade
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While sitting quietly, Jimmy snacked on grapes and crackers.
Among his favorite foods, these were his savored snackers.
Soft music was playing; he was sleepy as he drowsily listened.
The house was cozy warm; the frosty snow outside glistened.
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Even when not thinking...
when in a deep slumber
Everything is changing by degrees
giving substance to wonder
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The morning sun rises above the horizon
as shades of gold and blue fill the atmosphere
Gentle rays, warm like the voices of a choir
fill hearts with joy... both far and near
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Dreaming creates the craving to explore
Enriching the entire span of a lifetime
Breathing deeply is only the beginning
As aspirations make an astronomical climb
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