Theresa Ann Moore Poems

A given name is selected with the utmost care
Knowing that the choice will label the future
Identifying a child for the rest of their days
Creating an official validation for a signature
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She knew how to drive a tractor
And how to hitch a plow…
She fed the chicks and milked the cows
Her cheeks were rosy; she was proud
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There are those who mean everything to your life
Those who’s extended breath you strive to preserve
Those who have given you more than you deserve
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Feeling comfortable with what you have
Thinking all is free from annoying woes
Inattentive and basking in contentedness
Returning to emptiness…that’s the way it goes.
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Early one morning …high in the Alp mountains
A farmer decided to go to market and sell his cows
Mooing critters walked up a ramp to the bed of his truck
The guarded crib had very limited space to carouse
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The polls have closed
Results will soon be disclosed…
Citizens anxiously wait
As numbers calculate
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Running away and joining the circus
crosses my mind through out the day
I'll flag down a rainbow colored carousel
and ride away on a brightly painted fantasy
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Young children are architects with high hopes
Their soulful eyes and the word 'Please...'
Create persuasion; like honey from the bees.
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The corridors may be narrow or wide
Others may accompany or travel may be solo
A hopeful stride is brisk and filled with pride
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She walks as a silhouette
with a glowing orange sunset
at her back…being free of regret
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