RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

In the lap of luxury, sitting in the lobby at Revlon,
waiting for a friend to come back.

Looking around seeing there are square tubes hanging
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Jumping to rhythms in music's fantastic spirit, going
quickly into depths of contemplation, finding a soothing
place to remain while writing.
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More glitter and glitz than Christmas time, Las Vegas, the
city, is lit up all during the night.

Everything fancy, gold shining, crystals glimmering, mirrors
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Swinging with tempos of interior contemplation, settling down amid etudes, swimming around me in astounding rhythms.
Taking all senses into a vast land of rhythms, soothing every nerve and brain wave, completing it's voice inside every note being sung.
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A mixture of nationalities reaches from beyond, leaving douleur spread over me from past to future destiny's, singling out memories that leave me bereft and without joy, until I remember that with my death I will be reunited again in heaven.
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Watching a softball game through dirty windows,
looking as if on television, just one inning of
a friend's game.
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Twinkling stars of poverty's eyes, stay stranded in
my mind, watching the depravity of lives starving
inside for companionship.
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Tears falling under midnight skies, scrapping against
the rawness of newly acquired abandonment.

Carelessly gave trust away and have been badly hurt
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Soothing this interior spirit, filling it with a peaceful
serenity that cannot be taken, whether you get mad or not.

You are an entity without and can be blocked from the
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Walled behind thoughts of yesterday, gradually turning away
from past tears, an individual stands alone in the middle
of a desert sandstorm.
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