RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shaking perpetually in time with rhythm as it wrecks havoc musically.
Spending moments excitedly in rhyme, as perfect sounding pronunciations revolve in my head.
Fulfilling senses of unbelievable feeling, touching infiltrated periods of space as they are spread throughout heavenly skies of serene complacency.
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Looking through windows,
watching a tree become a
home for nature's closest friends.
Noticing up close, inside lights
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Finding light within a being, feeling it's aura spreading warmth
over me.
Enveloping my mind with a greater degree of intellect, charging
with an energy of imagined solace, taking over every fiber of my
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Standing in an open field,
arms upraised, eyes closed,
waiting for an answer from
God, as He is the only one
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Squares of intellect, many sizes and shapes, harping on corners of themselves, awaiting wisdom's decisions for areas of their spanning diameters.
Angles turning on edges, squeezing together for amounts of figures, hoping to formulate any number of beautiful artistic patterns being created as I write words down in processes of creative ideas.
Lanes spreading out into country roads, traipsing down dirt-filled ditches, wandering altogether aimlessly without any care or worries about what they'll find at the ends of their journeys.
Escaping jungles of entanglement, crossing fjords with tidal waves acting like a tsunami, covering everything in it's path.
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Stranded in a land of strangulated episodes of lives, trying to make sense of elliptical thoughts as they digress slowly into vapid mists of untidy memorizations.
Noting strengths of opposite feelings, amply trying to turn positive sides toward an effervescent triumph of sorts.
Banking on memories as they climb ever upward into heaven's side of existence.
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Writing throughout life, writing of and about people, nature, feelings, emotions, taking it all in stride, answering the call of my purpose as I write.
Helping people to see what they normally can't see, because of the stress and trials of being human.
Calmly writing everything that comes to me, intuitively sensing emotions, writing of another person's inner feelings, somehow knowing what they've been through, writing exactly what channels from them to me.
It is so fascinating the way it happens, getting a poetical glimpse into who the person is, what they're really feeling so deeply inside them that they don't know or think about it, cramming it down inside.
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Slithering down sidewalks of inner thought, searching catacombs of an inner contemplation for exacting targets of enduring factors, being held onto for formulas needing to be explored and met.
Discovering all gems of wisdom, arranging them to fit my needs and aligning it all in lines of creative mysteries for intellect.
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Soundly watching evening progress
into morning hours, heading softly
toward dawn and the beginning of a
brand new day in a little life.
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Careening down paths of absolute predicaments, searching for answers to put to the test and finalizing temperaments of formulas to see what works in tandem with truths of past mistakes.
Little bits of knowing, sharing particles of honesty without missing major portions of how some theories seem to be working.
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