RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taken in stride beside the aspects of life, totally engaged
in levels of pride outside the perspectives of reality.

Forever delving into pyres of memories, setting them ablaze,
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A bright moon is looking down on me, I don't know why,
there's nothing to see!

Just sitting here thinking of Phyllis Diller and child
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Lights turned down low, sleepily glowing over people-filled
tables set for a banquet.

A spotlight popped out upon a stage, revealing a celebrity
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Pruning a tree - even the good parts must be cut away -
pruned - so the tree will bear good fruit.

Thus in our lives, people whom we love with all our
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Anger building up inside, putting pressure on my mind.

Going ahead, ignoring it's pain, looking out at life,
it's glory hidden, seeking inside, answers to it's
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Alive with the knowing tenderness of sorrow, playing a tune
of death, tomorrow.

Standing in lengthening shadows of evening, barricading
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Rolling hills of grass supporting trees in their lives of
beauty.

Covering their fragile roots with blankets only they can
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Outside the walls of human making, God brings to my ears,
voices raised in song and praise to Him, lovely, gentle,
just like the love of Jesus to our souls.
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Filtering through the ages, love is handed down from
generation to generation, fulfilling God's promises
to us.
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Palest of moons sliced in half and set in the sky at
the middle of noon.

Standing gallantly in the daylight's hot sun, letting
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