Roann Mendriq

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Roann Mendriq Poems

241. Sea Sky Blues © 1/6/2015
242. Poetry © 1/6/2015
243. There's Mischief In The Air Today© 1/9/2015
244. War© 1/12/2015
245. Night-Drops © 1/15/2015
246. Skies © 1/21/2015
247. Earth's Work Of Heart© 1/30/2015
248. Wedding Trees© 2/3/2015
249. Temple Bells And Chapel Chimes © 2/5/2015
250. Summer Rains © 3/5/2015
251. Melody Magic © 3/10/2015
252. Long Ago © 3/11/2015
253. Night's Prelude © 3/24/2015
254. Love's Song And Dance © 5/11/2015
255. Touch© 6/3/2015
256. Night's Cloak © 6/11/2015
257. Helping Hand © 6/16/2015
258. First Rains© 6/17/2015
259. Rain Song © 6/18/2015
260. Rain Ink © 6/22/2015
261. Rainstorm © 6/23/2015
262. Fickle Rain© 6/24/2015
263. Sparrows © 7/1/2015
264. Swept Off Your Feet © 7/10/2015
265. Paint Pots In The Sky © 7/31/2015
266. Poetry For Children: My Teacher And Me © 8/10/2015
267. Poetry For Children: Best Day Of The Year! © 8/10/2015
268. Poetry For Children: Terror Of A Teacher © 8/12/2015
269. Poetry For Children: Friendly Fight © 8/12/2015
270. Sky And Sea © 8/17/2015
271. Love Abounds © 5/23/2017
272. Liquid Spark © 6/9/2017
273. Last Night © 6/14/2017
274. Rain © 7/3/2017
275. Rose & Leaf © 7/22/2017
276. Diwali: Darkness 10/17/2017
277. Diwali: Cheer 10/17/2017
278. Kites 2/23/2018
279. Sonshine 4/11/2018
280. Spirit Of The Tree © 4/13/2018

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Best Poem of Roann Mendriq

Poetry For Children: Mother And The Mouse ©

My Mother is not the sort of Mum
who'll squeal and faint and shiver,
Darkness doesn't scare her,
When it thunders she won't quiver!

When I decide to play up
she fixes me with a stare,
One flashing look from her big eyes,
and I just don't care to dare!

So it was with shock, one morning,
when I woke up from a dream,
To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,
let out a high-pitched scream!

I raced to see her perched up high,
upon the kitchen sink,
Squealing like a baby bat,
Right on the edge, the brink.

I asked her what the matter...

Read the full of Poetry For Children: Mother And The Mouse ©

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Behind the walls of frosted glass,
trapped within palladium rooms,
I stopped to hear the beckoning,
an impending sense of wicked doom.

I lifted up my eyes to search,
I turned to see what insight sought,
and knew that I should ponder first,
Should I or should I naught?

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