RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Singly marching to an inner beat, finding steps in synch
through measures of life, giving ideas a staccato beat.

Qualifying and putting everything into coded sequences,
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Catching glimpses now and then of the man I married,
more often than not these days he's hidden behind a
dark cloud of dementia.
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Joyfully writing many expressions of love and desire as life
finds fulfillment in both, tracing our love through passages
of time and back again.
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Rising into occasions of belief and spirituality, letting them
regulate the way we think, our hearts beating in time with our
innocence and purity of the child within.
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Landing in the straits of narrow-minded and corrupt
government employees, including an unpresident.

Taking up arms in recognition of our second amendment,
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India has opened up a treasure chest and found a gem in the
form of a mere poet, enjoying and loving what she has to
say about everything written in a poem.
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Whispering and listening to angels sing within gardens of
heaven, being tantalized and allured into writing of
poetry.
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Resigning self to the fact that there are jealous people
always wanting to take away everything and leaving
feelings of being bereft of companionship that were really
enjoyed.
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Ready to tackle the world with a plethora of poetry
coming straight from within rhythm and intellect, a
wonderful combination in which to play along with an
imagination.
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Rising desires are filling me within, giving moments
of exciting thrills, just thinking of you coming to
be with me along pathways of our, so far, parallel
lives.
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