RoseAnn V. Shawiak Leaving Poems

Really trying to come back to life, but there's just too
much between us now, death's curtains cannot be parted,
they only open one way my love.
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As you walk into the room, your cute little smirk of a
smile sets everything on fire.

As you talk, words flow out nicely and evenly, like a
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Reaching shores of life, stepping onto them,
walking through warm sand, thinking of the
life I have already lived for sixty four years.
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Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
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Torrential downpours caving in upon this deserted island
of a being, taking away vestiges of serenity, replacing
them with a facetious sort of aplomb.
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Italian memories keeping time in images that tantalize
inner desires.

Feeling them rise faster, spiraling out of control,
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Records of history are kept in books, tapes, videos and in
photographic minds, keeping up to date, adding new chapters
throughout our lives.
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Rushing quietly into reasoning and logic, hoping to find
mysteries to be solved mathematically in spheres of meth-
odology being translated through coded rhythms.
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Listening at the door of heaven, hearing silence, yet voices
are telepathically sending messages to mind and intellect,
selecting priceless feelings needing to be spoken aloud.
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Faith circulates in minds filled with hope, their souls
feeling a certain purpose of destiny that needs to be
fulfilled.
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Peaceful and comfortable, raising questions pertaining
to a love that once upon a time actually was alive and
well.
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Call of the wild, taking this heart into fields of passion
and desire, feeling the beats of this heart blending with
rhythms finding pathways into logic and reason.
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Life comes and goes, leaving reminders behind in pages of
memories, carrying us through the death and loss of loved
ones.
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Listening closely as notes blend into poetry,
intricate symmetrical designs vibrantly de-
tailing emotions and feelings with an inter-
ior intensity.
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Filling the atmosphere with integrity and soaring high
into the sky, leaving no doubts as to where, why or
how life is connected to rhythms.
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Timely rhythms seeking pathways in this brain, wanting to
explore and be part of new adventures, ones that haven't
been done before, living in the moment.
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Sounding off, going directly into the atmosphere, taking
this mere poet along with it, combing brains for thoughts,
thinking and viewing logical reasoning lying within an
innate talent.
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Living a dream filled with music, art and poetry, loving
its creative atmosphere on a daily basis, figuring out
formulas that will fit in any dimension here on earth.
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Ringing in every new day through musical rhythms and writing
of poetry, every moment an expression of a life being lived
fully.
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Soundly trying to stand by a friend whom I love
dearly, never leaving his side no matter what
until he no longer needs me.
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Living in times of total music, listening endlessly
to rhythms taking me into atmospheres of perfect
harmony and eloquence.
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Unlocking heart and mind from the past, flying
into the skyway of intellect.

Seeing the vast freedom as it covers my being
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Rising and falling in tempos and measures of time and
rhythms, waking up instincts and sending reverberations
out into the environment, relieving the stress of this day.
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Laughter and joy being spread the world over, comedy over-
taking drama, done so splendidly for those of us that prefer
to laugh than to cry over make-believe misfortune by actors
and actresses.
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Faces of loneliness haunt those left behind in atmospheres
of yesterday, always leaving messages in our minds, remind-
ers of days gone by when we were all together.
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Shortly heading into the future, skating to rhythms of
life, leaving behind collectors of strife, as they rise
into the atmosphere, getting out of hand unexpectantly.
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Heartache breaking in the atmosphere, tears
being splattered far and near.

Life and love having been torn apart by false
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Starting and running forward faster and faster,
through tunnels of time, my mind seeing into it's
domain.
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Complications always arriving on doorsteps of
uncertainty, life not being what we have come
to believe growing up.
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Shadows falling against buildings, those of our American
flag, swirling about, letting it fly above our republic
freely.
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Falling carefully into depths of another silence,
feeling it's stillness startling me into another
period of depression.
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Realizing all the properties kept in life, all culminating
in many facets of integrated intelligence.

Making sure that everything is acceptable and above reproach,
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Sequences of sounds are trailing along with rhythms
being listened to right now.

Steady, fast and slow, stop and go, nothing to inter-
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Laughter falling down, letting off steam, trying to ease
the situation and bring some peace.

Individuals thinking they have the upper hand, finding
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Papers slicing through the night, cutting memories in two,
filling up the emptiness of space and time, never adding
anything to life.
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Eclipsing life, standing at the doorway to eternity, hoping to
be here a while longer.

Looking into the twilight before my final sunset comes into
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Light fading in the distance, coming to an end of life,
turning a final corner, continuing to be illuminated.

Enlightened through intellect and it's airy explana-
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Riding vibrant waves of creative literature into the
future, taking hold of destiny and feeling it's total
exuberance as it washes over me continually.
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Tripping down paths, watching, leaving reminders
of images set in visions of inner mind's intellect.
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Strutting melodies easily taking me along trails of
deserts in arid places of my mind.

Secret corners taking me into them without fear that
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Listening carefully, feeling animosity for no apparent
reason, against no one I know.
Yet, it sits here upon my chest staring at me.
Nothing bothering my state of mind, thoughts are coming
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Justifying life in ways that only I can, wanting to
always begin at the end and proceed backwards just
to see how differently things look.
Mirroring back, I see events and videos of yesterday, beckoning to me.
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Calm, balmy day in February, sky totally clouded over,
white as far and wide as anyone can see.
Thoughts piling and falling over one another in absent-
minded reveries.
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Stringing emotions on a clothesline of feelings, airing them out,
even though it does nothing to dissipate the horrible feelings of
loneliness that I can't seem to fathom.
Being here on earth, isolating myself, because of you who haven't
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Spreading blankets across floors of imagination,
waiting patiently for ideas to make up their minds
and talk in whispered conversations of times
remembered from long ago.
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Risking nothing, playing along on playgrounds of
yesterday, giving away whatever's on my mind.
Totally into every opening, letting me slide in
and pick up writing right where I left off the
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Listening to sad-hearted melodies,
jouncing along slowly,
not wanting to move or turn about,
wanting only to lie down and flow
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Walking down lanes, leaving all stress behind
stuck in briar bushes where it'll not bother
me tonight as I go off to the cafe to listen
and write poetry to my heart's content.
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Lifeless, hanging in mid-air, no where to go or fall, on this space of earth.
There's nothing here for me to hold on to, all has been taken away, except family - and I'm the oldest of eight.
Two sons work, but they do the best they can to help me when they're able to.
Relatives abound, yet I take care of myself, even my husband, who has early onset dementia, needs my care.
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Searching eternity for a place to call my own,
always being turned away because of one
misfortune or another.
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