RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rocking and riding bareback through an Arizona desert on the way
to our camp sight, loving the sound of hoof beats against the
ground.
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Looking into the barren desert sky, feeling an invisible arid breeze
touching my face, warming it into a sweat, yet the breeze blends and
cools down my forehead.
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Following rhythms through back alleys and onto stage when no one's
looking, having a good time doing whatever feels good, daring life
to tread on me.
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Wandering thoughts taking me into yesterdays where I was born and
grew up in poverty, never realizing that we were poor, a Mom so
happy, always laughing when with us kids.
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Wanting to unwind from this stressful day, lying back within your
arms, feeling your beautiful passion touching mine so tenderly and
gently within.
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Seeking a quiet place away from everyone, feeling kind of lonely,
but not wanting any company, tears being hidden, not wishing to
let them glisten in daylight.
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Wind flowing silently in the quiet of an ebony darkness, touching
hearts with pity, striking fear into some who are trying to hide
their sorrow, sadness, loneliness and abandonment from others.
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Moonlight shining shyly down upon earth, knowing there are lovers
walking along the shore, holding hands, kissing, hugging, hoping
to make love when arriving home for the night.
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Pieces of many hearts are strewn throughout this life, unable to
be picked up and put back together, for many times it's been death
that has caused this chaos in people's lives.
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Rhythms pounding incessantly in minds of creative and musical
intellectuals, enjoying measures of life with absolute joy and
happiness.
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