Uloia Norris Moore Poems

Will guide me
into your forum
so from any
whom can
...

As a child mostly made
on my own parents
when clicking did so
try mostly not fun
...

Words are hard to know
wise is the word
such I have heard
wise would you
...

Three sides to a story
so told by much wiser
than I
...

The wave folding over unto it's self
some times grants a slice to the eye
...

No control
know the ground
on which we walk
...

I am your father

I never stopped
loving you
...

Of late not much have I
spoken to you
no escuse
...

Soon will be gone.
Gathering the harvest
of tomorrow will come
...

Is just a drip
from whence
it comes
it matters
...