Roann Mendriq Poems

I have a diplodocus,
I call him Hocushocus;
I ride on him to school each day,
I take him to the park to play;
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Rapunzel stuck in her tower,
Sang one song for half an hour;

She didn't even know the words,
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Standing at the railway station,
with all the time to stand and stare;
I free my wild imagination,
and dream as much as I can dare.
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What shall I write upon this sea,
that like a canvas vast awaits?
Blank and tantalisingly,
after a storm finally abates?
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The sky is grey, dipped deep in fog,
The sea is dark and silent, bleak;
The shores are veiled in morning smog,
The trees in shadow, ghost-like weak.
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Far, high up in the mountainside,
a lone temple bell still rings,
Resounding where the Gods reside,
echoing on angel's wings.
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I've fallen once, I've fallen twice,
I think I just might fall again;
That falling feeling is so nice;
inspite of all the heartfelt pain.
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In the garden of my mind,
where thoughts grow wild and free;
like baby blossoms, soul designed,
there grows a poetree...
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Reached the office with time to spare,
breathed in the scented air;
On a whim, I ventured outside,
seeking pathways, seldom tried.
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What is it about rain puddles,
that make one want to splash?
That turns us into children,
in a quick and happy flash?
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