RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Waking to a reverie of bliss, touching my mind with a
rushing wind of tingling energy, blasting mind waves
into beautiful particles of musical intensity.
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Clouds hovering levelly over Phoenix,
lazily watching and contemplating
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Cowboys riding ranges with hats tipped
forward to hide from the sun.

Riding with motions and movements of
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Singling out aspects of reality
as it steps upon my mind.

Neglecting feelings, tramping
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My Mom is my best friend - I can talk to her about anything.
Whether it's real or make-believe, Mom is there and she listens.
All those years of waiting in line for some attention - now grown-up and can see her alone just about whenever I want.
What I missed as a child doesn't matter so much anymore, because now my Mom is my best friend.
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Expressing many feelings in moments of repressive rhythms, telling all in verses of mystery.
Coinciding memories of images, still forming in a mind without any repreive.
Still causing so much misery in friendships without meaning to.
Holding others hostage in her emotional barriers, pushing them away, yet holding on for dear life to their existence in her pathway,
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Looking around at all the flashing lights,
hearing the sounds of slot machines egging
people on, urging them to spend their money
on exorbitant odds, making them think they're
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