RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softly spoken notes being sent musically to everyone's hearing, as they sit and contemplate motives of conversation on back porches of living.
Sanctimoniously behaving like spoiled children in grown-ups mind sets, taking everyone off course, confusing issues of daily strife with intents of malfeasance.
Socially deriving instincts from within solitary beings, trying to become individualistic in temporary thinking environments.
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Surrealism at it's best, in a biker's den, having a bar-b-que and listening to a band named, 'We're not L.A.'.
Satisfying inner cravings for musical renditions on a Saturday morning.
Featuring sounds of exhilarating beauty set in visions of intuitive memories.
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Listening attentively to other voices from past and future talents, sending rhythm my way, through Italian arbors of grapevines.
Talking silently through the years of precious family memories.
Holding them as priceless treasures through the years, gathering dust from disuse.
Formulating every sensuous idea as it careens into my pathway, rolling downhill, stampeding my ego with beautiful mementoes of yesterday and the wonderful family I was born into.
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Politicians surround us with their lies and fraudulent schemes, always ready to take advantage of the public.
Smiling and looking into your eyes, while lying to your face, without so much as a blink of an eye.
Facing everyone, yet hiding in depths of themselves, never letting anyone know the truth, lest they don't get voted in at the next election.
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Pioneering souls of yesterday's untold strife, waysiding pools of heretofore uncollected data.
Reverberating totally throughout ages of long lost history, parading quietly in pages of recent books.
Details not fully given, because no one knows for sure what happened long ago.
Trudging slowly, forming circles at times, folding in upon centuries of untold eons.
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Cousins for life, now separated by death's insistence,
as our memories meld and join beyond gates of heaven.
So silently, unknown, God came and you walked into the night
alongside Him - so quietly that we didn't even feel a ripple
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Turmoil unendingly throwing us onto waves of trouble,
crashing our lives to pieces with each passing day.
Not knowing what will happen in another moment of
time, as we wait with silent breath, brains churning
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Falling fast - earth coming closer than anyone would expect.
Sudden pulling up of my whole body as the parachute flies out and up.
Thankful for seeing silken red and white above my head, I pull on the toggle lines and enjoy the ride.
Rush of air all around - jumpsuit flapping in the breeze - feet feeling nothing underneath them.
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