Roann Mendriq Poems

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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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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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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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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Sitting curled up by my window,
Watching raindrip cleanse the pane;
As the waves lash on the seashore,
My troubles start to slowly wane.
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Just a few drops of water,
helps a baby bud to bloom;
A tiny little candle flame,
dispels darkening gloom.
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