RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching into visions of the future, seeing hope in
sunshine rising every morning and setting on promises
of a new day coming tomorrow.
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Enjoying conversations with Amos, his sense of humor and
intellect are excellent, finding all about him through
what he doesn't say to me.
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Guitar strumming, playing this poet's heart and mind
religiously, filling me with tempting melodies and
rhythms.
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Family and friends celebrating Tom's 70th birthday,
dancing, music, laugher together, a fantastic time
being had, smiles and frolicking across the floor.
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Imagination fantasizing in my mind, spreading humor through-
out intellect, giving inspiration rapidly and fully through
reality also.
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Problems always arising when going to the pharmacy to
pick up prescriptions, the pharmacist telling me they
will be ready, told her I'd be there after lunch.
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Breaking waves crashing over me in the darkness of grief,
knocking me down, falling into the ocean's darkened grave
of loss.
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A perfect day to turn 70, filled with life and a spiritual
elation, feeling the blessings from above, intelligent and
brilliant, one of the elite spirits walking this earth.
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Still, thinking, having been invited to our friend, Tom's
house last night for his birthday celebration,70 years
old and looking just fine, the years having done no harm.
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Remembering with a smile, a situation when I was just
eleven years old, where a neighbor boy who got me very
angry one day so I called him a jacka**, a word I had
heard my Uncle say recently.
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