RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching reflections walking across windows overlooking
beautiful natural landscapes right outside, gently slid-
ing back and forth across them in my mind.
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Realizing that everything seen, felt, sensed, takes me into
a poetical interior of scenery, focusing wholly on the in-
tuitive parts of my mind to bring it all together.
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Solidly and patiently finding solace of an interior beauty
that touches my mind and intellect so exquisitely, listen-
ing, making reality come to light.
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Silent wonder penetrating deeply into mind and intellect,
causing it to rise, thoughts flowing interiorly from a
waterfall of ingenuity and curiosity.
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Backward glances looking upon the past, seeing memorable
times when all of family was younger, pure and innocent,
running, playing, climbing trees, jumping, catching jacks.
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Here at this Republican dinner, watching, listening to speak-
ers, talking about many issues pertaining to the election
and it's goings on.
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Recalling another election when I was a child of twelve, my
Dad working for Barry Goldwater, all six of us girls at the
time volunteering, stuffing envelopes, helping any way we could.
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Auctioneer now auctioning off many valuable prizes to those
sitting here listening, people making bids, raising their
hands, smiling when getting the highest bid on everything.
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Respecting and giving dignity to Republicans here in Phoenix,
Arizona, feeling a bond that was established by my own father
when he worked for Barry Goldwater way back when.
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Respecting and giving dignity to Republicans here in Phoenix,
Arizona, feeling a bond that was established by my own father
when he worked for Barry Goldwater way back when.
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