RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking away down pathways of heaven's hidden gardens, taking pictures with my imagination, holding them closely so they'll never be lost or forgotten.
In these times of peace and concentration I never waver in any aspects of intellect.
Absorbing every facet and color, hiding them away until I write them out in a poem.
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Tasting the smell of grilled hot dogs on
the bar-b-que.
Wonderfully scented, touching taste buds,
giving delight to a brain in anticipation
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Shattering glass memories with
sharpened tears of blue crystal.
Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
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Wakefulness hitting me in the middle of the night,
catching my eyes in starlight.
Watering sorrowful thoughts growing inside my mind
waiting to be picked and shown in written words.
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Strong and soft-spoken,
settling gently into a garden
filled with blue roses from heaven.
Keeping time with every pulse,
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Sitting, trying to collect myself,
because I've been broken into millions
of pieces and cannot see to put myself
together again.
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Rocking into the next century,
full flavors of rhythm taking
steps into aisles of musical
ability.
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Night ghosts roam around desert gardens, botanical in nature,
searching for descriptions left in cacti and aloe vera.
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Family - a means to an end - a heredity of people
joined together by DNA.
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People rushing to and fro, greeting others,
enjoying conversations and company, sharing
experiences with one another.
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