RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Living life on my own terms, doing things my way, living
thoroughly in each and every moment, roaming down memory
lane.
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Lightening raining through the clouds, starlight trying to
shine through it all, hope holding on to their sparkling
lights throughout the night.
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Sounds sliding around this mind, challenging intellect to
draw portraits of life, nature and humanity, glancing a-
cross landscapes.
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Mind hanging from the ceiling like left-over holiday tinsel,
sparkling in the light, but the source of it's life, it's
essence is now gone.
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Rollicking down lanes of merriment, letting joy and happiness
flow like lava throughout life, beautiful and gentle, a silent
poetical being.
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Galloping down lanes of childhood, finding many treasures
in left-over memories, singing and playing in their depths,
loving the totality of life as it opened up.
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Walking alone in the garden of death, roses blooming and
blossoming in the grace of God, heart held in a love so
Divine while here on earth.
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Stars and moon now scooting across the heavens, country -
western music pushing and pulling through their rhythms
all night.
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Is life a reality of make-believe, can we truly attain the
dreams we dream or the reality of love?

Praying for someone to love and care for one with the same
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Visions of chords playing this mind, filling it with wonder and
awe, remarkable bursts of light casting embers of thought into
intellect.
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