RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Changing attitudes, beating faster into the rhythms,
giving pleasure as I write in time to it all.
Completing the sequences of tonight's measures with
a delicate balance of talent and inborn knowledge.
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Our world is unchanging, yet we live with it.

Anticipating novel times of earnest, hopeful
ideas to make a difference in our lives
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Standing on high, listening to a trumpet solo, erect
with staccato rhythm, penetrating a mind with it's
tone and depth, soaking into this being.
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Sorrow standing on stages, fulfilling the emptiness
of death with heart-felt joy at helping others feel
peace and happiness they themselves don't feel.
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Singularly searching byways throughout our travels
and holding onto yesterdays' without too much thought
about it.
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Like lightening to a bug, my world is transformed into
another place.
Life is worn inside out, filled with doubt and
insecurity.
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Skirting edges of remorse, tears hide behind clouds of
unknowing despair.
Wallowing in worry-filled aisles of truth, carefully
stopping to step around moments of saddened discourse.
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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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Rejecting life brings a sadness of it's own,
tears flow steadily, no one can stem their
flow.
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Founding bricks of tomorrow on edges of fatality,
sinking to depths of reality.
Etching lines down canyon walls, revealing crystal
and gold of nature's wealth to all who seek and
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