Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Yesterday’s news
Is a blur to me
Because you see
I did not read…
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As the moon hovered
Above the sphere’s rim
A soft yellow glow
Filter through tree limbs
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Clinging to the vine
Ripening in the sun
Breathing unconsciously
Life has just begun
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invisible frequencies of song
wrapping threads around
around a solitary brain
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No ferocious roars are heard
From the orange tigers nestled near
A crystal clear trickling stream…
Their lean necks stretch to the sun
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In early fall, young dancers begin their learning.
Weekly to the studio, conscientiously returning.
Ages range from teenagers down to preschool.
Practicing moves to catchy tunes that are cool.
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He was undersized
compared to his peers
He waited for his chance
to catch the toss
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If I met you in the dark
Would I recognize your face?
I would feel your soft whisper
And your gentle embrace
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Coins can range from copper to silver in color.
Various combinations add up to a single dollar.
They can jingle jangle in you pocket or circulate.
Who ever figured that coins could determine fate?
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Never buy Easter candy
Days before the designated date
Bags of sweets are too handy…
Lusciously tempting a salivating fate
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