Roann Mendriq Poems

Signs of summer in the air,
Beating heat that bakes the dust;
Time to bask beneath the glare,
and savour every airy gust.
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When leaves leave loving Mother tree,
how wistful sad that tree must be;
Like when a child is going away,
unseen, unheard until one day,
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Tonight the sky is but a page,
dark with inky midnight blue;
Cloudy words fade grey with age,
Dimly lit with purple hue.
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The sky is Mother, sea is Child,
both forces to be reckoned with;
Sometimes calm yet sometimes wild,
True to natures ancient myth.
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Paper, Paper, I need paper,
to pen my thoughts down into ink;
Capricious thoughts that vanish, caper,
that tease me when I try to think...
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There's mischief in the air today!
The roguish wind is chasing leaves,
that dance away a sweet ballet,
under the shadows of the eaves.
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O little bit of sweet delight!
O airy little kiss of taste!
O pretty little biscuit bite!
That vanishes in genteel haste.
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Christmas Birthday Cake
Armed with an apron, and dollops of cheer,
I set down to baking, 'round this time, last year;
Humming a carol, that lifted my heart,
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Christmas was coming, Santa was down with a cold,
His coat was all damp, and covered with mould.
His sleigh needed painting, it was covered with soot,
And he just couldn't find, one shiny black boot.
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The Father gave His sons the land,
He hoped and prayed they'd live in peace,
And He could never understand,
when their fighting did not cease.
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