RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Striving to make sense of all the lies, not having much luck,
because from one subject to another more lies are coming to
light.
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This poem is a tribute to the man Rakhee loved and married,
she saw your sensitive side more than anyone else on this
planet and loved you for it.
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Lifting my heart and soul through music, taking me for many
surprises through rhythms, always giving, never taking from
intellect.
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Ricocheting through imagination and intellect, ideas forming
and wanting to be heard religiously no matter what, spirited
and lively messages becoming clearer and focusing better than
ever in lines of poetry.
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Walking around the desert, looking at it's stark beauty,
loving vast and intense feelings that are given to me
when alone in it's meaningful emptiness.
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Adrift in a rowboat of seclusion upon a stormy sea of life,
no oars to move ahead, depending on the waves and tides to
carry me where I'm supposed to be in life.
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Different shades of light and gray hiding distinctly in
shadows, preferring to watch from their vantage points,
not letting anything disrupt their discoveries.
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Watching a clock upon the wall, it's no longer telling time,
it has stopped in rebellion, wanting time to stand still,
apparently to show us all that it's in charge.
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Sunsets slowly fading in the distance as darkness permeates
earth, silence filling the world as stars twinkle from afar.

Not a sound reaching us down here, moon traveling across the
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Temporarily settling into a mood of complacency, being
revived with a refreshing sound of rhythm, enticing my
heart to continue it's resounding tempos throughout my
lifetime.
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