RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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91.
Crying Tears Of Sadness Through Tempos Of Music

Favorite song enlivening this poet, heart belonging to its rhythms, thinking about this life and its ending, wondering how and where it will end.

Looking at everything as if it's the first and last time that it will be seen in the coming days, this mere poet taking this soul into heavenly gates above.
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92.
A Capsule Of Grief

When my Mom died, I didn't ever want to have friends or relationships again, thinking, what's the sense? they'll only die too! .
Just wanting to stay home, be safe, not have to reach out to anyone.
It's natural and normal when you're hurting so much, because the grief is so personal. It's hard to share it.
There is no advice to give, the only thing I know of to do is walk through the grief, however long it will take.
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93.
Love Burning Brightly

Oh my love, burning brightly through the night, out-
shining the moon and twinkling stars on behalf of my
heart.
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94.
Disrespecting Family

Being amongst people in a restaurant, couples sitting to-
gether talking, families with children, enjoying their
time with one another.
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95.
Simple Little Lives

Settling into the evening quietly, just people watching,
entertaining myself with their actions, observing every
detail at length.
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96.
Crystal Desert

Strutting through a crystal desert, walking into its arid environment pulling water from within every body, dehydrating and leaving them alone.

Letting them wander into and out of cacti standing guard while watching those people who take nothing for granted, yet wanting everything to be handed to them.
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97.
Family Tradition Of Love

Family tradition, the best in the world, passed from
one generation to another with agility and grace.
Welcoming, fully tantalizing, enfolding all family
members, holding roots through the centuries.
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98.
Waiting In Revlon's Waiting Area

In the lap of luxury, sitting in the lobby at Revlon,
waiting for a friend to come back.

Looking around seeing there are square tubes hanging
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99.
This Soul's Serenity

Riding, galloping into deserts and mountains, resting
in the saddle, feeling at ease in my particular element
of life.
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100.
Death's Icy Atmosphere

Turning away from incessant whispers and calls from inside
of sorrow's darkened hallways.

Knowing the outcome every time will be that of intense pain
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