RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding throughout a vast arid desert, seeing it's beauty,
stark and tantalizing as it beckons my soul with the tender-
ness of blossoms holding onto cacti.
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Galloping, taking paths through beauty along with intellect
as it protrudes and takes me into the next dimension where
life is extended far beyond the fascination of yesterday.
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Talking, clapping, singing, keeping pace with rhythms
that challenge my spirituality, it's rapid and chang-
ing pictures of faith and hope.
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Reaching into depths of inequality, finding expressions of
the past when discrimination and segregation were running
rampant.
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Whispering through life, angels guarding us constantly, yet
we never really know or recognize that fact.

Following pathways of goodness and purity, taking vows of
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Selecting and moving onto a new plain of life, an exciting
adventure that's taking place no matter what's happening.

Loving and taking our turns down tracks like a locomotive,
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Racing into the hills, not ever looking back as life sprouts
and blossoms into a million or more petals, aroma flowing
temptingly into the atmosphere.
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Striking while the iron is still hot, that's when we always
seem to get together, lying alongside one another, watching,
seeing passion glittering in your eyes and mine.
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Living for times we can be together, wishing and wanting to
be held and loved every moment, taking our lives into the
wonder of our eyes.
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Slowly and steadily, taking dusty trails along unending
horizons, walking under a luminescent beauty, falling
delicately upon us at midnight.
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