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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I halted, transfixed by the sight
Of colours splashed across his face,
My gaze drawn upward to the night
Where aurora claimed its space.
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Miniature cyclones emerge,
From the forest's leafy floor,
Autumn's discarded palette
Now a swirling, airborne decor.
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As autumn whispers to the Southern land,
Two days before the equinox's sway,
Twin stars descended, by celestial hand,
To Mercy's house, on this Australian day.
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As night's veil slowly lifts,
Consciousness creeps, vision shifts.
Awake, yet blurred, in twilight's haze,
Caught between sleep and day's first rays.
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Crows cawed in the dark
Woolly socks and pajamas
Winter is coming
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Time and matter, once in haste,
Now slow their dance, restored, retraced.
My eyes transfixed on beauty pure,
Earth renewed, a sight so sure.
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