RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Patterns of living sometimes suffocate us
with their lies and dishonesty.
Perpetrating false ideals without qualms,
spreading rumors, ruining people's lives
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Reminiscing along trails of yesterday,
remembering Roy Rogers and Dale Evans
until the end of time.
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Life adjusting circumstances alter our inner perspectives,
creating newer, better, mature personalities.
Foraging in twilight evenings, accumulating many pieces of
acquiescence, providing clues to an interior existence,
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Sadness tiptoes around and through my mind,
sensitively touching every image it sees,
causing tears to develop and leak out.
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Lonesome people gathering in rooms of purpose,
meeting other's eyes, shyly introducing them-
selves to one another.
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Taking time to ease into a placating mode of leisure,
finding a scenic vision as it develops, creating
words to describe it's beauty in a poem.
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Puzzling minds create solutions out of abstracts,
pairing them with every day notions.
Cognitively seeing identities in opposite or
unrelated items on earth.
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Strangers all together, timidly searching for
companionship in places where groups of people gather.
Music playing invitingly, accepting everyone alike
into their company of rhythm.
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Movement generates a silken desire to give impressions free rein
to do whatever they will, stretching borders interiorly into
vast articulate spaces of ingenuity and loving circles of life.
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Turmoil of life exists only because we are human and
it seems we're not happy unless we are creating it
for ourselves to tend to.
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