RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Playing games with other's hearts discloses varied
personalities in the interim.

Love is a figment of our imaginations, yet it is
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Flying around the desert, a lone little yellow butterfly
soars in and about desert flowers.

Taking time to be at home with nature, flitting around
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Surviving the energy of life being contrived by evil doers,
keeping serene and steady in a narrow pathway down righteous
and morally correct ethics.
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Quietly astounding, reflections being captured in various
windows in multi-directions.

Lightened orange-yellow with a hint of gray, lying silently
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Never needing a reason to write, only picking up a pen,
allowing ideas to flow into pictures of thought.

Everything being found on photographic screens, to be
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Looking around at all the elderly couples dancing and
enjoying themselves tremendously, knowing many of them
have been married fifty or sixty years to each other.
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Slowly forming an educational system within, taking into
account, the necessity of learning to play an instrument.

Music encompasses every aspect of learning, math, spelling,
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Quietly contemplating life, glancing at nature surrounding
me in beautiful flower gardens, scattered here and there
at the center.
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Maneuvering through left over debris, concentrating
on hierarchy's of self-esteem, regaling life with
untoward strife
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Formulating ideals, questions, intellect, grasping
cognitive answers waylaid from yesteryear.
Unenlightened heresy, aware of retaliatory self-
deception and self-delusion.
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