Roann Mendriq Poems

I'm cleaning out the old cupboard,
Clearing things I never use;
Another handbag, that's my third!
And there's another pair of shoes!
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Lounging on a cloud, reclining,
Sun-boy dozes off and falls alseep;
Cuddles close and ceases shining,
tucked up into slumber deep.
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How sad and utterly ironic,
that words confided in deep trust;
are twisted to be vile and sick,
reviled with venom and disgust.
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Now, do you ever pause to think,
while scribbling down a poignant line?
To seek a neat and structured link,
in an attempt to re-align?
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I gaze upon the ocean blue,
lying peacefully serene;
I cannot help but think of you,
and the way it might've been.
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A lantern moon shines in the sky,
beaming down upon the earth;
as moonrays float and seem to fly,
down to every home and hearth.
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Lost within my musings,
I'm often quite amused;
As my errant thoughts go rambling,
Often, quite confused..
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The skies are blue, at last again,
Like freshly washed new porcelain;
Cotton clouds skim into scuds,
Like bubbles float in soapy suds.
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Pray tell me, what is poetry?
if not a space that is gentle, free;
Free from rancour, free from spite,
A space where we can safely write;
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He looks at me with gold brown eyes,
my heart begins to melt;
I gaze back with the softest sighs,
My heartbeat now heartfelt.
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