RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tripping through time,
getting caught in it's always
hurried expiration date.
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Frozen tears being stored in freezers of my mind,
lying there in the cold, watching my life being
lived without them actively involved right now.
Not stirring, letting the interior environment
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Silently talking in another whisper of higher intellect,
collating the benefits of ancient history being
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Talented people sitting around,
waiting their turns to sing songs
on an evening filled with karaoke.
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Soaking in his own presence, singing a perfect song that
suits him to a tee.
'Perfect in every way', being sung as he draws everyone's
attention to himself.
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Living on imagination, floating with billowy clouds
across the heavens, tantamount to miracles of young
hearts.
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Character being strengthened in moments of togetherness,
elated by happiness formed in friendships all around me.
Alone, in a crowd, writing solo emotions and thoughts
for posterity.
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Nothing can keep me from writing, whether in ink or memory.
It's second nature to write whatever I think.
Not expressing myself vocally, never being famous, doesn't
matter - I write because poetry is fun for me.
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Lifting eyes heavenward, reaching for the stars,
touching the universe instead.
Sating an appetite of innocent renderings on an
evening's journey, calculating adjustments of
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Archways of learning, covering years of experience and wisdom, folding in upon life and it's freedom.
Necessary evils of knowledge kill our desires, step on our curiosity and drown our wonder.
People seeking everlasting learning, never look to themselves, but are always yearning for what someone else may have.
Forgetting that in order to learn, we must live our lives in wonder and curiosity, knowledge is hurting our youth.
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