RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Joining the afternoon
dance, only because Neil
is playing.
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Retracting light from prisms of a mind, focusing
beams onto poetry lines.
Rainbow-colored imagination grasping beautiful
thoughts from gray-colored words, turning them
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Medicine is still cowering in the dark ages, keeping it's
mistakes close, never to be admitted.

Hurting and torturing people with a relay of unending
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Christmas decorations abounding all over the U.S., religious
preferences being shown in the menorah and nativity scenes
everywhere, everyone enjoying the diversity freedom allows
and brings to us all.
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Screaming, yelling, silently within, unable to let it
go out loud.

Enticing thoughts, wanting to let them escape, but not
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Stopping along the way, finding exciting things in nature,
discovering and exploring all of it without losing the
integrity of anything.
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Watching clocks of past times
revolve around present situations,
allowing us to find pleasure
in moments of splendor.
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Wrestling through the years, winning and losing many times,
fighting for his lost father through everyone he wrestles
with over and over.
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Stone cold passages keep moving through foyers of long ago,
tunneling beneath the ground, having all that is needed in
this wonderful world of unheeded favorite thoughts.
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Riding down freeways of incessant behaviors, watching them
step up in front, knowing that each one will find it's place
in the interior destiny of my future.
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