RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Celebrating the achievement of the American Dream at Buddy
Stubbs today.

Capturing the essence of what America is all about, riding
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When you were born, stars were popped out of their
sockets with your loud crying.

You didn't like strangers - you'd yell at the top
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Searching, dividing thoughts, separating them into many
poems of poetical interludes, switching and piecing each
into picture puzzles in lives of many other's minds.
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Watching waves roll over, up and then crashing on shore,
while above in the sky, clouds are doing the same thing,
only in a slow and silent way.
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Walking along, being slowly awakened in depths of my being,
looking around, knowing that I want so much more in this
life than what I've had.
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Watching closely as I think through music, finding my way
clear to writing poetry straight from my heart and mind,
rhythms burning in intellect, giving intense passion fuel.
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Tapping, clacking like a train traveling down the tracks
of my mind, never slowing, taking pictures along the way,
saving them collectively in spheres of albums where they
will always be at my beck and call.
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Getting in touch with inner feelings, finding an energy
that's growing exponentially with every mile traveled,
exciting and tantalizing an inner spirit.
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Frolicking through the countryside of India, seeing
banana trees growing wildly everywhere, beautiful
leaves, big and green.
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Living in memories of the past at times, going over every-
thing, watching carefully at the mistakes I used to make,
assimilating and making sure they never get repeated again.
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