Kay Moore Poems
|1.||Breakfast At Picaninny Dawn||2/11/2013|
|4.||Self Help Group||2/14/2013|
|5.||Food Fior Thought||2/14/2013|
|6.||My First Cruise||2/14/2013|
|8.||In My Father's Memory For Mark||2/16/2013|
|9.||The Old Couple||2/16/2013|
|10.||My Vote For Australia||2/16/2013|
|11.||Happy Birthday Banjo||2/16/2013|
|12.||Future Poets Society||2/8/2013|
|13.||A Is For Ant||2/9/2013|
|17.||K Is For Koala||2/11/2013|
|19.||Self Assertiveness Through Self Development||2/11/2013|
Comments about Kay Moore
What is Reiki, I hear you ask
I'll try to answer, so your doubts will pass
How can it heal, from where does it start
First, it must come from within your heart
Unconditional love, is what you must give
Through your hands, so that others may live
Balanced in harmony, being their goal
In mind, and body, spirit and soul
Reiki is an energy, of untold power
Yet delicate as the petals, of the smallest flower
A universal life force, into which we can tap
One touch of my hands, will give you a zap
It can't be seen, and there is no sound
Like the change of ...
Future Poets Society
Around the table, we were seated, within the bar when we last met,
Old friends, and some new were greeted, clutching poems, not shared yet.
What a treat of sheer delight, of poems read throughout the night,
Some were long and some were short, a few were humorous of a sort.
Within the paremeter of the group, there is not word they cant compute.
Decipher or desicrate, use, abuse or lovingly squeeze,
Melt and mould and plunder, the English language, thrown asunder.
Not in a moment in bad