Roann Mendriq Poems

T'was days before Christmas and it didn't seem so,
Cheer and Goodwill, had flown out of the window;
Three precious gifts, were nowhere to be found,
tho' I searched and sought, and looked all around.
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I'll have another ice-cream please,
flavoured with hot garlic cheese;
With just a dash of chilli sauce,
All covered with strawberry gloss.
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Children like Sunflowers,
turn to face the sun;
Reflect golden sunbeams,
on each and everyone!
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How very good yet slightly strange,
that a mind bearing a burden,
When thirsting for reprieve and change,
lets God's will get a word in.
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The railway tracks gleam silver black,
for miles along its lonely way;
Thundering onslaught in attack,
scattering stones in disarray.
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India is a patch-work, of every single hue,
Vibrant reds and ochres, and pensive shades of blue;

Skeins of gold light up the sky, when the sun wakes up each morn,
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When I am tucked up in my bed,
after I say my night prayers;
Ma gently pats my sleepy head,
and we share our daily cares.
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I baked a bit of bread today,
Seasoned it with herb and spice;
I placed it in the oven tray,
Set the timer to be precise.
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A Cross on my forehead, in ash,
reminds me of where I will be;
when the years pass by in a flash,
I'll return to the earth, naturally.
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There's a goblin in my cupboard,
he eats up all my socks;
and just in case you haven't heard,
he lives in the shoe box.
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