RoseAnn V. Shawiak Giving Poems

Sticking inner thoughts out into the atmosphere to capture the beauty of life at it's best.
Sending messages throughout time, giving meaning to all of nature and saving it carefully in poems of living matter.
Becoming future music for the world, enjoying the light airiness of rhythm's force.
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Precious moments taking me by the hand, graciously leading
forward into a journey of liberty.

Beautiful atmospheres floating through skies of lightened
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Awakened totally within, flowing rhythms taking me to new
heights of literature.

Having a ball, writing and telling all, giving up secrets
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Respecting people while they're in the hospital is vitally
essential to their well-being while under your care, being
paid for taking care of them you need to do your best.
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Time is precious throughout the night, moments slipping
by silently in the darkness as we sleep, or as in my
case as I write.
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Receding into the background, hoping to disappear from
sight, living on edges of another time, wishing to be
back there again.
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Books of learning are taught by those who don't even know what they've read.
Yet, they continue to teach what they think, giving their opinions ad nauseum, living, making money off of other people's wisdom.
Caring never to tell the truth so it may be finally known and taught compassionately without lies.
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Performing acts of generosity doesn't always mean giving money,
at times, you can give of yourself, just by lending an ear to
someone who needs to talk.
Opening self to other's needs can bring aid in ways least expected.
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Rushing into the beginnings of new life, alive in
Christ tonight.
Totally availing of everyone's presence, we are
continuing His work as we let our dreams go back
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Soothing thoughts play around inside my mind,
touching and reaching heart and soul with
gentle life-giving rhythms.
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Stepping to rhythms of a waltz as it fills the atmosphere
on the dance floor.

Descending upon each person, alighting on their shoulders,
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Watching visions of yesterday progress in succession,
taking me along winding roads, over rough trails and
into ocean's depths where intellect abides, giving me
hope to keep moving forward.
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Moods and attitudes continually find their purposes through
poetry, telling the world all about themselves.

Always bringing and giving understanding to some people who
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Sounding boards always ready within my brain to listen
to music.

Finding depths of being human, hiding in the rhythms,
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Regal, tantalizing, giving self completely into
arms of a country-western rhythm, laid back, easy
to listen to, unfolding in an atmosphere of pleasure.
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Sacred and lovely are the people who are compassionate,
caring and deliberate in their genuine kindness.

Always there to give a helping hand, offering their
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Walking through confusion brought to each of us in life,
finding ideas and thoughts that each of us are given
through individual intellects and beings.
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Slamming against the summer sun, lightening takes itself
into thunderous applause of storm clouds, arranging them-
selves in aisles of distant and far-reaching equations.
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Lively and livid, taking an avid stance for the betterment
of all of mankind.

Nothing else to be gotten from life, now only giving back
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White clouds floating across the sky, giving pleasure as I
watch them alter and change themselves with help from the
wind and air currents.
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An energy fulfilling batteries of this mind, charging them
and letting life of poetry flow throughout without limiting
it all.
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Forgetting past memories that bring hurtful pain to mind,
not wanting to remember images from back then just now.

Giving self spaces, separating my mind from the memory of
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Seriousness sitting still and quiet inside this timid mind,
many moments stirring at once, giving a change of heart as
rhythms rearrange themselves.
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Waking up every morning, thinking and applying ideas into
poetry immediately, dancing to rhythms that continually
fill me with their coded beats and measures.
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Today holds a lonesome being within, lost and forsaken,
not looking for sympathy or companionship, preferring to
be alone and writing poetry.
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Increasing tension is slowly building within, talent
taking me far from it's feelings as I write deeply
into poems of deliberate meaning.
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Life is holding me safely in it's arms, giving it purpose
and a priority through poetry.

Giving of self in depths of many words, this poet's life
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Words rolling from your mind as you talk to me, giving an
opportunity to see you in your glory, faults and all.

Noticing goodness, compassion and love that you hold with
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Pantomime working away in my mind, wondering at it's
being in intellect's vision.

Watching as it attaches to rhythms and voices, giving
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Recapturing youth through vibrant memories, living
interiorly on photographic screens continually and
always.
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Nature beckoning again to come and write of it's many
aspects, as it trips gaily throughout the morning
sunrise.
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Strongly anticipating inner decor being rearranged to suit
musical, artistic needs for life-giving solitude.
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Reaching into depths of reason I find no logic loitering there, it is existing on another plain for now.
Knowing soundlessly it resides beneath waves of learning,
creating new patterns for living, temporarily stationed
on pathways of subconscious levels interiorly destined
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Thrilling to the incessant beat of the drums,
taking us along measures of rhythm, leading
the parade of life down existent pathways.
Pressing the notes, getting all they can
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Solitary puzzles finding their way into intellect, being
solved through imagination.

Silently enjoying all that has been given through creative
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Rocking to vibes of many good rhythms, giving an energy that
never ebbs, keeping me going and using every particle of
intellect and imagination.
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Silently quiet, sitting in years of sorrow and grief, having
nothing inside to hold onto, yet somehow, still being here.

Strength interiorly keeping whole, faith of candlelight
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Rightfully playing within, taking steps to bring a promise
of life to fruition, giving a purpose to live for.

Having a great time living through my passion, watching it
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Signaling brain cells to energize and start writing on picture
screens, what I'm thinking.
Planning formulas, patterns, thoughts, giving free rein to all
ideas.
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Sparkling waters, sun glistening it's bluey eyes.
Like diamonds strewn upon a velvet field within
my reach.
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Quietly retired, spent in many moments of agony, trifles
of great magnitude are scouring insides of a mind.

Precariously balanced, offset by the insistent anguish of
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Watching melodies come and play in my mind, taking me back
into the past where remembering is kept.

So ultimately complete, giving solace through this amazing
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Sitting in a serious space of time, dealing with an emptiness not of my doing.
It makes things triply worse because of that.
Splitting apart from life, I sidle closer to death's embrace, looking forward to it's peaceful sleep, deepened by the moment I close my eyes.
Finding myself no longer, I totally give in to death's mystery at long last.
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Specialty phrases, thoughts of love, find their
ways into hearts of people who are lovers.
Kind, gentle, pure, unsolicited talk on swings
and back porches.
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Wandering deserts of my interior spirit, giving way to contemplation as I continually walk in any direction I want.
Always feeling the intense presence of God, knowing He's with me, keeping me company through life's trials and suffering.
Holding my hand, comforting my spirit, giving me hope in His tomorrows.
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Tapping keys of an interior piano, playing songs as I compose them according to my intellectual ability.
Crossing many pathways to get to destinations set by fate and destiny.
Climbing onto planes, just to soar above earth without fears to deal with.
Anchoring self with rhythms of the past, yearning for them only.
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Running quickly forward, never looking back, taking everything I own within my mind.
Slowly taking my time into other dimensions, rhythmically saturating my mind with life-giving hope and an essence coming from somewhere deep within my soul.
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Signaling thoughts waving in an ocean of imagination,
as I wade through ripples of sand in watery graves of the past.
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