RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tangling interiorly with mental pictures of birth of our
first born son, his brilliance and gentleness sweeping
over me again and again.
Absolute trust and love as he saw me for the first time,
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Directing stances of nature as they waft fragrantly
in many directions, calmly penetrating waking dreams
of poetry.
Serenading lifetimes with tuneful melodies, asserting
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Wringing rhythms into
swinging beats of musical talent.
Taking off and out into facetious
dimensions of yesteryear, allowing
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Faulty thinking from undeveloped minds,
trying to justify their negligent ways
of working.
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Lights shining their glare onto rays of sunshine,
disappearing as they do so.
Losing their ways on mystic journeys, while
attempting to find themselves on distant plains.
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Calculating purposes of usage while at work,
figuring out networks of incapacity, sitting
idly by.
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Smug smiles behind the manager's back as she
ignores her position and doesn't clean her area.
A travesty of labor, dereliction of duty, and
hopeless cases of inept workers that need to be
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Remembering yesterday when we were together, holding hands,
beginning our love, gently, tenderly.
Years barely passed when we were separated by death's grip
on your life, sentencing us to love beyond our experience.
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Reaching for moments as they spread themselves over periods of enigmatic, artistic pictures, gaining momentum in my mind.
Taunting with exercise of words appearing unbidden on inner screens of talent, creating verses for lasting appeal throughout the world.
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