Roann Mendriq Poems

Washing dishes at the sink
is a gentle, quiet chore;
Gives me a chance to softly think,
and talk to Russell Crow.
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Night's silent whispers, sweet and low,
In quiet hushed tones softly sigh;
Beneath the moonlamp's gentle glow,
Breathless breeze, a lullabye.
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Father God was in His kitchen, cooking up a storm,
Trying a tested recipe...called "Where people come from? "

God took a bowl of chocolate, He added a hint of morning dew,
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I've started writing right from scratch,
with paper, pencil or a pen;
My old computer goes kaput,
every now and then.
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Today's trendy women
Like highlights in their hair,
Of hues that range from Burgundy
To Honeyblonde, they dare.
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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.
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Rockets streaming in the night sky,
bursting from a single spark;
Laughing fountains reaching high,
fleeing from the dusty dark.
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On evenings when the breeze is chill,
trees cower 'neath the gloomy skies;
that seem to darken up at will,
Anger in their glowering eyes.
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A neon sun, in furnace sky,
Fiercely brilliant, harshly stark;
Blazing whitehot, burning high,
Sweltering sultry, stubbon spark.
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All the pets were very good,
in our PetPeeve neighbourhood.
The dogs shook hands and never chased
cars; they deemed it was a sorry waste!
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