RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Long lasting memories of your eyes meeting and hugging
mine.
Straddling fences, going for walks, talking, all spent
in time, holding hands and eyes of one another.
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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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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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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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Walking slowly, hands on hips, trying to find some meaning,
then attempting to decipher it in ageless secret codes of
life.
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Remembering faces, attempting to put names to them,
wondering where we met - the circumstances.
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