RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silently wondering, thinking over many items that have been
happening lately, wanting to be sure what I've been hearing
from other people who have been bullying and causing trouble.
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Toasting life and it's exuberance, loving how it's always
filled with surprises, some good, some bad, all exacting
our experiences from them one and all.
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Rehearsing life through interior images and visions coming
from photographic screens through intellect, watching them
over and over.
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Life is hidden deeply in subconscious minds, coming to the
surface through contemplation in a bluened light surrounding
intellect, voicing it outwardly, yet silently in poems.
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Making love, taking turns pleasing one another, enjoying our
time together, relaxing and comforting each other pleasurably,
nothing to rock us from our cradle of love.
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Being held closely in your arms, feeling your unconditional
love filling and exercising my mind and heart with exciting
thrills, feeling chills running inside of my being.
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Singing, listening to voices penetrating this mind so effer-
vescently with lively and rapid rhythms, justifying this
life with an interior energy and never-ending spirituality.
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Eternity continually passing by, ignoring me as I live this
earthly life alone, looking about sadly, wondering what's
going to happen in the future.
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Situated in depths of heartbreak and sadness, tears rising
and falling, dropping incessantly into this broken heart,
longing for love, to be held and cherished for myself.
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Dreams coming alive deep within hope and faith, waiting
their turn to reach and grasp reality so they can be
seen and lived.
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