RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding down thruways, searching for details
or relics of history.

Changing shores, falling mountains, rivers
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Lights penetrating darkness of
a lone soul.

Pushing it about, waking it up,
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Sitting in Blimpie's, eating a favorite tuna
fish sub for lunch today.

It serves to satisfy my palate completely as
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Quality of life lies unsettled on edges of our horizons,
teetering with each new source of terror, yet balanced
and focused even though somewhat fearful at times.
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Listlessly attempting to prolong a semblance of happiness,
holding onto frayed threads of existence and being.

Sensing dread from pits of hell, buried beneath debri,
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Skills and practice form our expertise in life's
travails and distance us at times with undue reality.

Sating fulfilled desires, pending our equal opportunites
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Silence heard round the world at the stroke of a pen,
destined for an eternity to change this world, tearing
apart myths of misconception, people have walled around
themselves.
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Life flows by, adhering to no one or thing,
falling into canyons, abysses and black holes.

Sometimes alighting on clouds of thought,
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Spinning around, moving air, unaware of what is happening
at each new second here on earth.

Like people rushing everywhere, unaware of what is being
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Feeling closely, melodies stirring words within,
sorting, energizing, spitting them out as musical
scores of poetry throughout this book.
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