Roann Mendriq Poems

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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Today's trendy women
Like highlights in their hair,
Of hues that range from Burgundy
To Honeyblonde, they dare.
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Fountains swooosh into the sky;
like silver dusted volcanoes;
Catherine Wheels flit and fly,
hisssssing around my tiny toes...
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At night, when all is deathly still,
winds go dancing on the waves;
While shadows play and hide at will,
in the darkened corner caves.
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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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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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Every early summer morning,
just before the dawn can break;
I'm sleepy, dozy, drowsy, yawning,
Morning song keeps me awake.
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When faced with daily vile abuse,
Some will find any excuse;
To hide behind instinctively,
some semblance of..'normalcy'.
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How nice to wake to sounds of song
that lilt upon the sleepy sea;
That make you feel like you belong
to earth and ocean... naturally!
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