RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Biography of RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Won the Golden Poet Award five years in a row, am in Who's Who in Poetry. Have self-published 31 books of poetry. Ten more books have just been proofread and I'll be self-publishing them soon. Also, have over 5,000 poems typed into the computer and need to print, proofread and sort them into books to be self-published. Right now I'm behind in putting 70 handwritten books of poems into the computer in book form and then proof and sort them into books also.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak's Works:
A Bereaved Poet, Horizons of Life, Shores of Life, A Bereaved Poet - Book II, Beyond Poetry, A Touch Of God, Continual Spirit Of Remembering, Natural Reflections, Musical Poetry, Poetry Of Life, Limited Edition Volume I,
Poetical Forest, Musical Islands, Picturesque Wisdom, Elderly Lifetimes, etc.
*Copyrights on every book and poem I have ever written.
- Curiosity And Reality -new-
- Being Liberated Within -new-
- Head's Up -new-
- Total Aloneness -new-
- Being Invisible -new-
- Intellectual Individualism -new-
- Poetry Keeping Me Centered -new-
- Abundance Of Spirituality -new-
- One Moment Of Tears -new-
- Sensing Silent Sorrow -new-
- Being Hungry -new-
- Living Is Not Enough -new-
- One Worldly Goal -new-
- He, Alone -new-
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy with sorrow. Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
Men! ! ! !
Men lament that they have no time to do things needed being done. Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for
Spring is here, yet winter has not left us. It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing from the cold. Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me and playing a beautiful symphony with the gentle breeze. It touches my soul and draws me nearer to
Scratching at the surface, watching for signs of innate life, still alive and realigning itself with all new properties and designs, fitting themselves into patterns. Seeing all the depths being fathomed in formulas and equations, becoming particles of a new energy, being assembled inside my mind and being. Tracing inner thoughts, keeping calm within, yet feeling distraught at times.
Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun. Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence. Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets. Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
Reality Of Both Lives
Looking through tears of a lifetime, looking out of fear, seeing inside that being with God is so precious.
Mind Of Life
Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity. Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside. Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around. Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Lonely hearts, roaming across plains filled with desert sands, drying tears as they form in sandstorms of life. Gathering crystals to form an oasis along the way, giving respite at times to those in need.
Scattered throughout nighttime skies, watching ideas soar. Thoughtful interludes giving an essence of beauty as they coagulate tenderly in affectionate spheres of music. Successfully tracing all of nature into etchings of a mind
A Blessing From God
Quietly whispering tunes in imagination, letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories, sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six of us sisters.
Compassion Of Wisdom
Answers of life cannot be found in talking with others, only there will you avoid these truths. Rambling of voices, searching for wisdom does not bring
43rd President Of America
Watching the Presidential Inauguration from a couch in middle America's livingroom, tears swelling from my heart in patriotic pride.
A Brokenness Inside
A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all.
Only memories alive within my mind.
The real person has died and left only an image to
dwell on once in a while.
Life continues to pass by with no care or thought of
how we feel - emptiness is left deep inside.
Feelings haven't died, only the way in which we dealt with
them before - when we were one-on-one - in person.
Now it's just me talking to your image on the wall,