RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Natural beauty ascending visions of patchwork quilts, gleaming in auras of pyschic predictions.
Relating events from miles away with mere thoughts - a knowing within - of future events about to happen.
Carefully considering all aspects of time and place, wondering at times why this gift has been placed on my plate of destiny.
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Melodies, sweet and undefiled, reverberating around my being, tending to calm my spirit with bereaved acquiescence, amounting to inner peace.
Trading serenity for a link to past years, hoping to speak silently through the beyond, writing what I am being inspired to foretell.
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Noting changes happening around life's edges, zoning in on their emotions and attitudes, as they entertain me exclusively.
Portraying domains of select ideas, choosing exact perfection to write along lines of extensive trials taking place in aisles of life's minds.
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Traveling down desert roads, seeing beautiful mountains blanketed in green emeralds of nature - fulfilling to my soul.
Reaching out with my eyes, taking it in interiorly, touching my being with God's handiwork and masterpiece.
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Bedecking future horizons with a plenitude of prayer, standing alone with no where to go.
Stressing major markers of solitary lives on solo journeys of timeless moments.
Exercising rigorously on borrowed seconds of eternity, hoping to expand literature's knowledge, transferring it into wisdom of a first class period of ecstasy on margins of belonging.
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Ranting, reveling in exciting ways, bringing along rapid emotions on a fast paced trek through lands of unbidden talent.
Throwing cares to winds of fate, tunneling across minds of ingenuity, focusing intellect on screens of inner wisdom.
Relating memories to what used to be known, carrying them forward to be used in radically new designs for eternity's shores, coming into view.
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Enticed by musical accompaniment, liquidly fascinated by it's enthralling feelings filling my being.
Justifying a motivation stirring within, keeping abreast of surging emotions twirling around, taking me on a lyrical journey into a realm of goodness and fun.
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Relaxing to music of old, enjoying it's beat and rhythm.
Taking advantage of melody, existing in an atmosphere of soul-searching peacefulness.
Trying to ignore rude people talking incessantly throughout the performance of volunteer entertainers.
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Silence saturates my being, taking me to expanding horizons of imagination.
Writing details for posterity, likening life in it's reality, matching abstraction's holds in venues of subconscious realms.
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Stretching out on beaches, lingering on particles of sun-warmed, sandy, beguiling smiles hiding beneath umbrellas and touching corners of other's mouths, going past timidly.
Wrong-ended thoughts belittling the potential of long-lasting friendships.
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