RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Graduating from daylight to sunset, writing into
the future with a placid scenic landscape that I
ride into to escape life.
Beautiful sights following me everywhere, always
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Writing and believing in aspects of total recall
after this life has ended, brings a special sense
brought from heaven's gates just to be near me.
Feeling the closeness of yesterday's family coming
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'Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor', and I will make sure they are always alone - always wanting for something.
When they are sad or depressed, I will walk the other way.
When they need someone to talk to - I'll be sure to talk to everyone except them.
As they wander the streets lonely, suffering, in pain - always hanging around - I will put them always last on every list, or not even consider them for it.
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Children light our lives with their simple joy and
curiosity in everything they see and do.
Seasons pass adults as years of age, yet to watch
a child, they become an adventure in timeless
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Sitting all alone in an empty restaurant, watching cars travel by, listening to a CD of JoDee Messina and enduring the peace of nighttime
quietness.
Feeling an unsavory dimension lurking outside in darkened corners of the parking lot.
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Pounding sensations becoming rhythms of internal being,
reclamating their essense in strides of apoplexy and
grief.
Turning crosswords upside in as words collect them-
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Taking turns sketching people and nature in my mind, remembering all the details as they exist in reality, not wanting to veer from their beauty and purpose in my life.
Drawing from interior emotions, giving them a voice in masterpieces of art as I paint them into another dimension of talent.
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7: 55 a.m.
Sandy beaches popping into my mind, as the sun rises
over ocean waves, forever crashing without resting
through each night and day.
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Reaching for the stars, walking in orbits above earth,
traveling the universe in style.

Sliding down the Milky Way, casting lines out into
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