Ronni ManoaHofbauer Poems

Frosty whispers stir
From slumber, I arise
Melancholy's song
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Flames dance on the tongue, a culinary fire,
Chilli's heat, an addiction, a burning desire.
From jalapeno's kick to ghost pepper's fury,
Each bite a thrill, each meal its own story.
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In the desert of desire, we wander,
Chasing mirages that shimmer and dance.
Love, an oasis just beyond our grasp,
Beckoning with promises of sweet romance.
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In life's grand tapestry, a thread so bright,
You shine, my friend, a beacon in the night.
A source of joy, of hope renewed each day,
How blessed am I to have you light my way.
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In the embrace of the endless sea,
Tuvalu calls, a home to me,
With skies of blue and sunsets bright,
Your shores are woven in my light.
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In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
A heart once bright, now shrouded in sleet.
With laughter false, and schemes unkind,
The soul of mischief is what they find.
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In the quiet dawn, a whisper spread,
A shadowed figure, a fevered dread.
Rumours swirled like autumn leaves,
Masking truth with what one believes.
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In the gallery of existence, where dreams are draped like cloth,
Each canvas bears its splatters, each stroke a silent oath.
Life's portraits tell of journeys, in hues both bright and dim,
A masterpiece of chaos, where shadows speak to whim.
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In a world where wonder weaves through days,
A child awakens in golden rays,
With laughter as light as the breeze can be,
Feet dancing free, a boundless spree.
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Time, a river, relentless and vast,
A whisper of future, a shadow of past.
Moments like droplets, fleeting yet clear,
Vanishing softly, yet ever so near.
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