RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Energetically forming melodies out of instruments
being played in friendly tones of syncopation.
Following avenues of measured periods, filled with
notes and rests, playfully sounding the echoes of
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Surpassing trials and sufferings in life to go on and become a poet in every respect, literalizing everything that happens into words of beauty and inspiration.
Taking it as fodder for an eternity, energizing my spirit and giving it hope for the coming days.
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All the diversity groups in the world won't help any situation.
One solution is getting to know one another, then deciding whether or not we like a person for who they are.
It's a way to combat what some see as racism.
We're not meant to like everyone we meet and that's okay.
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Oblivious to the suffering and pain all around, a maintenance worker rakes leaves out from around desert landscapes, totally into his own thoughts and life.
It's not his fault though, because we are all such self-absorbed people, living in our own worlds, trying to exist in spite of others around us.
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Standing alone, my soul drenched in sorrow, bleeding tears into my saddened mind with regrets of life.
Alone in thought, finding emptiness infiltrating everywhere, taking away self-esteem and awareness of creative thinking.
Jealousy causing many problems with others, never detecting a single solitary person who will understand what I'm going through.
Dropping an axe, slicing myself in half, throwing away the part that no one wants any more.
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Cars riding by the house, as I sit outside and write.
Writing down with pen and paper, ideas and thoughts together,
to make my meaning of life become more real to me.
Reading what I write after being done, I contemplate what I think I want.
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Soothing sentiments of Elvis Presley being sung tonight
at karaoke, taking us into the past where love and thrills
were the norm.
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Walking down sunsetical streets of tomorrow, feeling
lonely and hopeless, not noticing anything except
shadows of despair.
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Hopi dancers on a platform, dancing their native dances,
wearing ancient costumes of yesteryear.

A blessing jingle dance for healing is now being performed
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Echoes of lasting spirits filling
the atmosphere with their eerie
tones, beckoning to an interior
ancestry.
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