RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Life is twisting out of control, taking turns hurriedly,
causing me to hold on for dear life.

What good would worrying do, none I'm afraid, because
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Loving sounds of music, hearing them all the time,
as I write of everything that comes to mind in
blue lighting flashes of creativity.
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Circle K, grand opening, a big bash and smash for the
neighborhood.
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Wrecking havoc in lives of many families are women who use their
children in dangerous games of power against their fathers.

Where they ever got the idea that they were sole owners of their
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Taking mourning on a walk through life,
showing it how it has tainted happiness
and joy for those of us still here.
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Crossing swords with death many times in life, finding resolution
in pain and grief.

Writing my way through it all, learning along the way how family
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Second chances pull themselves from mires of tragic
circumstances, fixing sights on shores of tomorrow's sunrise.
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Desires rising like ocean waves and ebbing
like tides of eternity.
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Relaxing in a bed of pain, trying hard not to feel it
stabbing me, without much success.
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Man is so fickle, undependable, unreliable, so totally
unlike God, whom I can trust and look to any time of
the day or night.
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