RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Natural abilities are innate in nature,
held closely in context and precise prose.
Venting experiences in life's circular rectangles,
hoping to find some peace in existential existence alone.
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Talented ingenuity focusing on a myriad of individual motives
of certain ideas.
Following lines of induced thought, turning and spinning into webs of poetical music on pages of rainbow colored images.
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Our lives are not to be dictated by mean-spirited people who are jealous of what others have, or by the way they can communicate with another.
People congregate around a person who is kind, compassionate, genuinely caring - someone who is guiet, gentle in nature.
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Warm feelings saturating my mind with their crisp light touch, sending ideas into creative juices of imagination.
Sounding echoes of thought into the open, awakening my subconscious to new dawns on future horizons.
Relating abstractions along paths of puzzles, fitting them into lyrical verses of continuity.
Savoring their tastes as my mind salivates just thinking about them.
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Taking steps along highways hidden from sight, finding treasures wherever I happen to look down.
Becoming bed-ridden as aging banners fall upon me, covering me with petals of natural aging, mellowing me alongside yellowing lace of old.
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Languishing in an attitude of calm anger, visibly upset, yet lying like a tiger inside, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting passersby.
Gathering fodder from people who have no manners, nor are they nice.
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Puzzling aspects of intellect conspire,
becoming wisdom's entrance to horizons beyond knowledge.
Insight glimmers, shining upon invective sources of yesterday, calculating it's effect on reality's steps towards heaven.
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Beauty shown through visions of musical rhythm, transporting us to outer realms of life.
Enjoying solitude through measures of existence, heart beating in synchronized notes, keeping time with all hearts through our lifetimes.
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Reliving past years, listening to melodies of yesterday, dancing with lively steps, entering visions of youth for moments in time.
Exacerbating rhythms flow evenly within atmospheres, bringing us with them in recognition of the years we have lived.
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Walking along narrow pathways, finding our ways forward, practicing daily, our individual likes and dislikes.
Wandering into and out of jams we get ourselves into, how does life put up with our insecurities and doubts?
We find our ways through entangled weeds and jungles we've put in the way ourselves.
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