Roann Mendriq Poems

The dusty paths meander slow,
almost hidden in a haze
of heat that rises to bestow,
a beating burning burnished blaze.
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Love lights the lantern in a soul,
Laughter keeps it beaming bright;
Lightheartedness heals it whole,
Life's journey is well poised for flight.
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The evening sun is gleaming yellow,
not glaring harsh, to scold, chastise;
Soft embers glowing, mild and mellow,
to bathe, embalm the tired skies.
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How dense the fog that settles in,
upon the grey foreboding sea;
That veils the sight that's deep within,
from trying to escape and flee.
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Green hazel lights gilt rimmed with gold,
that sparkle like the morning sun;
That splash with fountains uncontrolled,
that brim in joyous childlike fun.
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The hills are calling, calling me,
home to where the earth grows wild;
Where whispering trees are reborn free,
and dance to the pure joy of a child.
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Will you weep for a love that's lost,
with an aching helpless grief?
For the price of peace that it has cost,
the loss of innocence, belief?
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Sometimes a journey never ends,
so I savour the changing view;
That I believe that Heaven sends,
on the uphill avenue.
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Wistful winds are vacillating,
Fire hot and icy cold;
Never constant, ever changing,
raising dust like burnished gold.
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How very strange and slightly weird,
that lines I pore and ponder on;
are scarcely read and seldom heard,
are here today, tomorrow gone.
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