RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Red roses showing love in it's purest form, blossoming
out to all who are born.

Touching our hearts as Thomas, doubting, touched God's
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Tomorrow is standing beside us, yesterday is gone with the
past, today, well, today has just arrived and is here for
a short while.
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Sunlight dancing playfully on shaded trees,
teasing it heatingly throughout the day.

Following carefully, plans made, all of nature
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Honoring those who have died and cleared a path for us
when we die, holding up respect and dignity for all to
see.
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Life is filled with curiosity and wonder for the world
around us, yet we like to think in terms of self and
what we can accomplish on our own.
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Some poets will speak loudly, heartily, cavorting
back and forth in front of an audience.

Others, quiet, somewhat shy and unpretentious,
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Little bushes freckling the mountainsides
making them look like little kids.

Happy and carefree, alone in the desert,
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Rolling, topsy-turvy, over the heated pavement,
looking for some coolness beneath a shady tree.

Crackling, hanging it's head, just as it finds
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Rolling, topsy-turvy, over the heated pavement,
looking for some coolness beneath a shady tree.

Crackling, hanging it's head, just as it finds
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Streaming down hot, black, tar-paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.

Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for
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