RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Life totally bearing upon this being, pushing, pressuring in
a constant wave of turmoil, most of it because of ignorant,
abusive people with no heart, caring or compassion whatsoever.
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Simple once upon a time maybe, but no longer because of the
ideologies of ignorant and barbaric people rushing into our
nation illegally.
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Silently pondering ideas that flow effortlessly from an
interior waterfall, lovely, tantalizing, provocative and
energetic.
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Roaming through imagination, finding many translucent forms
of possibilities to develop and try out in reality, focusing
primarily upon medical technology.
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Writing, thinking, playing with facts, figures, formulas and
coded rhythms, enjoying doing so, finding ingenious data that
entices and captures imagination.
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Switching back and forth through rhythms, exercising brain,
synapses and neurons in new and exciting ways, capturing
thought in measures of music.
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Waiting, writing, anticipating the moments we can have lunch
with our Grandkids here at their school today, having brought
sack lunches for them and us to eat.
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Shifting back and forth through imagination and reality,
blending them when writing poetry with music, drawing
portraits and landscapes with words, definitions and
virtual meanings.
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Slowly, motionless, then catching up and surpassing rhythms
and sounds of coded music flowing throughout this mind and
matter of being.
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Safe and sound, falling into depths of an interior waterfall,
like skydiving from an airplane, exhilarating and feeling a-
live as thoughts continually enter and submerse this mind and
intellect in a creative process.
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