RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Empty cars sitting in the parking lot, looking forlorn, lost and abandoned for other pursuits during the day.
Each one holding belongings of their owners, responsible in every way, yet left alone constantly in the hot sun.
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Rending situations in dire straits, tearing apart life's attitudes with strident positions, affecting new ideas of penetrating existence.
Closing doors on efforts to befriend are finally realized as slamming them I become alone again and justly so.
Filled with a grace and peace of antique familial feelings.
Sealing it all with a sincere effort at keeping it all secret in caverns below earth, never finding a place at all.
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Down-trodden, weary, tired of existing in this formidable life, wanting to evaporate into thin air so I don't have to be present for anyone's care or concern.
Leaving lectures to fall by the wayside and never be examined, tiringly fighting for a say, only to find I have been negated, I have no say anyway.
Where is the love of mankind? Where has it strayed?
It is not here for me, it never has been and I am null and void, proclaimed that by all who thought they knew me, but didn't.
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Finding a place in life, wanting to stand alone and fill a space in time with a proper stance of fashionable poetry.
Taking strides without moving, yet beginning to search acres of books not yet written, just basking in the light of wisdom's ancient tomes, awaiting their times of incessant titles in literature.
Taking time to be in a creative process, whiling away moments in special waves of subconsciousness, setting things straight as life gets written on every page as it appears exactly as it is inspired on interior screens within.
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Life cancels out any future of reprieve, leaving jagged edges and holes to fall through.
Emptying all thought into un-recyclable cans, never to be processed on earth for they don't fit my rectangular form of brain matter.
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Sanguinely persisting in efforts to set aside life's demands for a while and settle into a program of interior delight.
Staying awake and preparing avenues of indefinite patterns, trying them out in different areas of the brain.
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Lights shining upon facets of yesterday that are held
like stars in my mind.

Never letting go of reflections that have meaning in
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Silently stepping to rhythms of modern music, letting
uptown funk jump and play within, elating and giving
feelings of an interior brilliance.
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Sitting in the saddle, trotting down trails of this
beautiful desert, continuing into the vast and arid
beauty of it's brown, green and lively atmosphere.
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Sitting, enjoying music rushing in country western
beats, enlivening this mind, making my heart beat
faster as rhythms combine and take over the interior
of this mind in writing.
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