RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silent and composed, wandering deserts of my soul, seeing
the heartache and sadness that has always been with me,
holding my hand and heart.
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Waking up during the night, poems stirring in intellect,
wanting to be written down immediately, not letting me
sleep until they've been fulfilled on pages of my poetry
journal.
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Bare necessities being kept at bay in order to write what
needs to be said through poetry.

Nature at play, taking notes while finding depths of rhythm
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Swinging to beats and tempos as I walk down lanes of life,
hoping to do my best, never failing to be pure and innocent throughout the years.

Heart hungry for love, wanting to be loved for who I am and
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Watching late at night, stars shining, moon looking down
on earth, hoping to see true love walking along shores in
twilight rays of pale moonlight.
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Sitting around camp fires through the years, quietly re-
sponding to nature within, becoming one with it's essence
without resisting at all.
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Knowing many things, having experienced sixty-five years of
life so far, finding out about some of it intuitively with-
out having had to go through anything.
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Riding roughshod throughout this life, rebelling along the
way, wanting to be free from the insanity of life in every
way possible.
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Surrendering to an existence that's filled with many tribu-
lations, emptying my spirit at length, always contemplating
and gaining strength through faith.
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Sharing a little of human love with others who have need
of it in their lives, destitute, alone, floundering on
their paths in life.
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