RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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781.
Uttered Secrets

Richly gathering in many images,
listening to every word spoken in darkened hallways.
Secrets being uttered and taken up by an intellect,
writing it all down.
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782.
Judgmental People

Sauntering through crowds of people, looking in their eyes, seeing their disgraces worn like masks on Halloween.
Falling from grace, distancing their minds from life just to face the day, alone, away from judgmental people.
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783.
Biker's Memories

Traffic snarling itself down the road, motorcycles revving up as they turn into Buddy Stubbs for a day of live music and free bar-b-que.
Memories with bikers and families riding into sunsets while sitting in chairs reminiscing of the good old days.
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784.
Surrendering The Quietness

Running from the quietness of life, yet surrendering to it's grasp, letting it do whatever it wants to life without incrimination or punishment.
Left to it's decision we are all captured by it's deadly grip in the end.
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785.
Being Driven

Negligent parents abound, children run around wild, no discipline
to speak of.
Tiny, tender hearts being ignored and left to their own devices,
trying to live by copying others and their behaviors.
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786.
Enduring Video

Wandering down lanes of memory's images, watching my past as it was lived when younger.
An enduring video of what I used to see and think of, all details coming across clearly and distinctly in colorful tones of rhythm.
Loving to traverse through all the visions, knowing the impressions by heart and wishing at times that I can go back and relive some of them.
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787.
Being Excluded

Forgotten dreams, tripping through my mind trying to be relived with a purpose and meaning.
Being excluded time and again, always coming back,
pounding on doors of yesterday's future.
Notwithstanding, taking steps onto bridges, crossing
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788.
Versions Of Poetry

Racing into the future, allowing life to catch up with itself.
Forwarding an intense belief in faith and hope, touching the interior parts of my soul.
Transporting me beyond writing into a land of musical rhythms, giving their all to set my soul free to ride waves of melodies blending themselves with harmonies.
Attuned to heaven's dreams of beautiful gardens, filled with blue roses, aromas touching my mind with their fragrances, turning them into poetical versions of poetry.
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789.
Family Antiques

Antiques of families, made by loving, caring hands.
Cut and fit together with an old pair of metal skates used for the wheels of the table.
Varnished and polished - a wonderful piece of furniture made for a Grandmother who had fallen and broken her hip.
A quaint table when all were through, to hold important utensils and to eat from too.
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790.
Musical Word Doctor

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