RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing explicitly into the day and night, letting
feelings and emotions flow effortlessly into the
void of literature.
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There comes a point in everyone's life when they reach
what I call an aging maturity, having done things in
younger days to cheat, ignore, treat others like they
don't matter at all.
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Attaching life to music every moment, alive, vibrant,
awesome rhythms taking me tiptoeing through gardens
of heaven and earth.
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Time is precious throughout the night, moments slipping
by silently in the darkness as we sleep, or as in my
case as I write.
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Palm trees gathered together in clusters, holding tightly
to the fruit of their essence, coconuts growing up high,
just below their branches, forming circular sights to us
below.
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Pain and suffering cutting me to the quick, finding and
losing love because of the jealousy and selfishness of
others who claim to love us.
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Wondering, pondering things in this life, being confused
at times, knowing exactly what I want most of the time,
using logic and reason to determine what's needed.
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Searching for convictions held for so long, ivy has grown
over them from many years of disuse.

Life having gotten so busy that they are dormant, watching
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Standing on my own, fighting life to stay alive, this being
trying to make me bite the dust, refusing and not giving up.

An essence falling under the spell of an energetic spirit
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Our world has been turned inside out and we are unbalanced
by the dizzying heights being reached by bigots and racists
trying to say that is what all Americans are about.
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