RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching workers in back of the counter, seeing them
slacking, not doing their jobs in a timely manner.
Talking, joking, cooks not cooking, taking their time
to make sandwiches, not getting some orders right.
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Entering an arena of combat between mind and words,
tersely, briefly, explaining moments and particles
of life's endurance.
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At rest in a desert aura, watching cacti grow and
feeling at home.
Spaciousness and serenity filling an atmosphere
of love attuned to my soul.
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Holding hands through dimensions of time, trying to
grasp friendship which has surpassed this world.

Folding in upon many memories of love and caring,
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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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Here in Peter Piper with family altogether, having a great time
just being with everyone and talking.
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Staring into the bottom of a glass, watching reflections
flow across my mind as I see each one in technicolor.
Motioning to every note to be held in longer stances
than ordinarily.
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Sometimes God doesn't need to heal a person, because
He needs them to be an instrument, showing all those
around that person His genuine love for us all.
Through that one person He is touching so many that
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Only the astute will discern the quality of meaning
in poetry.
Talented individuals themselves, filled with an
intellectual bent towards a knowing held deeply
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Detachment from every aspect of external environments gives me a feeling of support for myself.
Insecurities abound no more, I've been stripped of them and am free of their hold.
Taking steps to take off on a journey of beautiful moments in a place of adventure.
Looking for traces of myself in the great outdoors.
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