RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Slowly moving, ingenuity is continually creating from
it's interior wisdom, giving this mind food for thought
at every moment in time.
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Swarming around intellect, like bees to honey, ideas
buzzing incessantly and continually during awakening
hours of life events.
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Jumping to rhythms of jazz, livening the place throughout
and enticing moods of a positive nature, rocking to the
melodies as life goes into depths of spirituality.
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Priming life after hours, listening to a final
song of the night at Buddy Stubbs.

Fantastic, bubbling over with total excitement,
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Life is filled with wonder and awe, giving us a map
to follow through destiny's pages.

Moving forward, taking steps into the future, heart
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Finding ourselves in the dead of night, wondering what
has awakened us, unable to find any reasons, logical or
otherwise to end the dilemma.
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Taking chances on everything except love, afraid of being
hurt again, feeling the little love given by another is
not worth it, for the pain is much worse.
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Mommy! Why don't you love me? You haven't even seen how
beautiful I am.

It doesn't matter how I got here does it? I'm your very
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Television is not one of the things important in life,
only wanting to be a part of and belonging to an
existence while here on earth.
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This soul's heart is left in lengthening shadows of evening,
nothing to take from it, as there is nothing left.

Tears, have constantly been allowing all emotions to run
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