RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Roaming earth, gathering data in order to think of new things
bringing them to fruition, enabling new advances, techniques
and properties of technology to be created and developed.
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Rushing to edges of our lives, looking for answers, not wanting
to be kept in the dark, expecting questions to be asked and
satisfied.
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Enjoying sounds of rhythms as they flow gently through this
open mind, giving delectable thoughts and ideas in which to
expand and nurture concepts fully into existence.
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Being extremely tired and in pain, once again in the hospital,
pain medicines wearing off much too soon, leaving this mere
poet in tears.
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Silent mysteries lie waiting in depths of humanity and life,
determining our outcome, allowing us to follow our purpose
without recrimination.
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Silently contemplating what life is really about, seeing through
to an interior spirituality, covered with the freedom of faith,
hope lighting the way.
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Adjusting this mind amongst rhythms as they help change and bring
about peaceful and positive attitudes to soothe it, knowing that
negative ones can never keep us well or give happiness.
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Scattered among the debris of life are scars, heartbreak, sorrow,
and sadness that cannot be erased for they are now a permanent
part of life.
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Crossing tides and oceans in this mind, seeing many visions, and
at times illusions of what may happen in tomorrow's life, hold-
ing onto feelings, emotions and fervent hopes.
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Alone in a deserted space of time, nothing near to soothe or
give cheer, everything seems to have disappeared, cannot find
anything worthwhile right now in life.
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