RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Saturated with sadness and sorrow in this moment of
time, learning of various types of evil from all over
the world.
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Not being a violent person, gentle by nature, yet when
finding out about the cruelty of people and how they
are torturing, raping and murdering innocent women and
children, my blood boils and I see red.
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Spreading peace and goodness through poetry for the
most part, yet speaking out against the injustice
of this world, whether people like it or not.
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Watching the atmosphere of the world, hoping to see a
change, hoping to see the tides turning for the good
of humanity.
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Another Arizona heat-filled morning sitting
here inside the air conditioning at the
senior center.
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Wrestling with life, using rhythms to help ease
the tension, exacting the beauty of music from
the atmosphere.
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Sacrificing many things in life just so I can write
every day, living for rhythm in it's exact moments.

Watching as every color comes falling from rainbows,
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Silence creating signs and ideas of intellect,
giving it a voice that sings out loud and into
the night.
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This world gives a complacent peace most of the time
as it settles into innermost feelings of my being.

Social and withdrawn, alternating from one to another
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Reverberating throughout my entire being, rhythms
tabulating the beauty that they bring to mind.

An elastic strength that gives me the resolve to
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