RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sounding off in lyrics of Queen, touching upon the heart and it's gentle, soothing, innermost feelings with a gel-like property to cover my soul, protecting it from all manner of jealousy.
Saturating the benign energy of tomorrow, bringing each particle into the inside of ability.
Causing a measurable issuance of nostalgic peace infiltrated with sparks of ignited anger.
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Pale moonlight glimmering off the earth showing an angel - an angel on roller skates.
Skating, gently rolling she fell - turning the grass down with a soft thump.
Getting up her head brushed against the trees and they whispered to each other in the night.
Little angel then disappeared.
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Stretching across miles of desert views, feeling all of it's nature touching my soul with exquisite prayer.
A spiritual high filling me as I touch edges of heaven with my mind.
Sightful visions entering my subconsciousness on a beautiful, peaceful Easter Sunday.
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Regarding the sorrow sitting in my heart and mind, watching it hide within itself with no infiltration from outside sources.
Finally placing everything into what needs to be expressed and related to all those around.
Allowing all to recite from interior voices, giving no quarters, just finalizing the movement with echoes.
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Listening to 'Take Cover', a band playing at Buddy Stubbs.
Rocking us to the core, giving renditions of old songs in the present.
Collating the rhythms into poetical music befitting a mind of imagination.
Topping off every tone with exciting elevations of rhythm.
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Looking within, seeing my imagination gently touch my heart with it's finger of intense diversity.
Letting me feel the wonder of living, giving me a profound essence of natural intuity.
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Necessary scopes of life need to always be at the ready in case trials build and threaten my peace of mind.
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Awaiting an individual of deliberate methodical, experience in all things medical.
Believing in the holistic beauty of people, producing far-reaching results through medicine.
Pondering mysteries of the human anatomy and effects of diseases on it's essence.
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Looking into my cup, watching bubbles circle and swirl,
changing pictures right there in my coffee.
So many images coming into view, now slowly disappearing within coffee's black depths, leaving me writing this poem in memory of this little episode of bubbles with my morning cup.
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Rescuing life through music as it envelopes my soul entirely in renditions of nature.
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