Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Tell me how does smoke inhalation
From a cigarette tobacco make sense?
Years of puffing destroy healthy lungs
And stabbing chest pains commence
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Painting a closet seems to be a small chore
Hung clothes are detached and heaped on the bed
Labeled cardboard boxes are stacked on the floor
An intense urge says… put everything back instead
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I talk to myself all the time
Sometimes the conversations
Have thoughts ending in rhyme…
Searching for salvation and explanations
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Carbonation and caffeine are an unlikely combination
The fizz tickles as sugar gives a jolting sensation
A craving for the bubbling beverage is an affliction
Hearty gulping pacifies a commercialized addiction
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In a field filled with swaying shafts of wheat
I strayed to the middle with dry dirt beneath my feet
Narrow parallel paths were not wide enough to follow
As tiny gray mouse scurried instinctively into a hollow
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Another page is about to turn
The next to last chapter has ended
As the hand lifts and settles
A conclusion is comprehended
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Strive to find the end of the rainbow
Work until your mind grows weary
Struggling to keep the status quo
In an economy of which you are leery
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Small children seem to have the knack
They always look forward…not back
They search for something new to see
When they are led by their own curiosity
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Years after I left home and married
My father suddenly died and was buried…
From that time on I made a conscious choice
To make morning calls to hear my mother’s voice
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Pumpkins have been carved with caution
Seeds are ready for roasting after washing
Orange hollow shells have frightening faces
With widely spaced teeth in need of braces
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