Theresa Ann Moore Poems

It is confusing when I look out the door
It is springtime, yet it is hard to ignore
The fact that it is still very cold and dreary
Everyone has had enough … we are weary
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Beyond the blue skies and feathery white clouds
Stirs a sense of knowing that remains concealed
Only an intensifying breeze reminds of fateful change
A dark storm with turbulence will soon be revealed
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Three fishermen set out on Lake Erie
It was a joyful day… the sun was shining
Perfect weather…the group was cherry
Fish were biting… promising fine dining
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Beginning the day not knowing what's ahead
Nothing marked on the calendar for a doer
Not sure, but thinking that something special
May be around the corner filled with grandeur
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Eyes are watering
Have to blow my nose
I have allergies
I am predisposed
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It doesn't seem to be a big deal
Making decisions according to how you feel
Depending on the current circumstance
Based on whim or convenience
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It doesn't seem to be a big deal
Making decisions according to how you feel
Depending on the current circumstance
Based on whim or convenience
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Take this day, just an ordinary day
Be patient, see what it brings
Time shifts as the sparrow
takes flight upon rapid wings
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Let's be serious for a moment
This time of concentration is potent
If you waver and begin to giggle
All intent will surely fizzle
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Zippy was born into a family
that loved him very much
Instantly he felt protected…
reassured by mom's a nuzzling touch
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