RoseAnn V. Shawiak Destiny Poems

Sounds of an Indian drummer taking me away on a galloping
horse into tomorrow's sunset, filling my mind with wonder-
ful pictures of light and joy.
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Getting in touch with inner feelings, finding an energy
that's growing exponentially with every mile traveled,
exciting and tantalizing an inner spirit.
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Life is filled with wonder and awe, giving us a map
to follow through destiny's pages.

Moving forward, taking steps into the future, heart
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Light, airy, vibrant and enticing, winds of fate blowing across
deserts of destiny in the ebony darkness of this life, exercise-
ing freedom through writing.
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Music cantering down avenues of daring and exciting consequences that bring feelings of achievement and accomplishment.

Teaching through an innate talent that's never-ending, unfolding all details and aspects that are being brought to the foreground right this moment.
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Forces of destiny play their parts in our minds
and hearts, taking us by the hand to unknown
parts of our world, physically and emotionally.
Curbing our desires, our innate spirits take
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Nature filling with inspiration, lifting spirits,
soaring into heavens of divine contemplation.

Signals of seasons opening up to an interior environ-
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2: 14 p.m.
Living in and through each poem and book that has been
written, enjoying the environment that has been created
with an innate talent.
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Life does not come full circle, at times it is rectangular or square with no logic or sense to rhythms of life.
We fall between corners, are bewildered and lose our way.
Searching, finding our way interiorly, will set us straight in our circular circumference again.
Living as best we can without losing our ways completely.
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Entering a zone, filled with loud rocking music,
sating my soul, easing my mind as our future steps
onto the next shore of life.
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Saturated in times of life with
aesthetic woes, attempting to
conquer them with an imaginational
depth from inner realms and destiny's
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Stretching upwards, touching feelings sitting alone, awaiting recognition from within.
Caressing a solo journey made through subconscious byways along life's unalterable destiny.
Finishing petals of grace, aligning themselves with a soulful beauty stemming from God's great mercy towards us, everlastingly.
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Movement turning and stirring my mind in a kettle of magic,
vaporizing into the atmosphere and falling by droplets into
thoughts of sublime destiny.
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Enjoying the stillness of this morning, walking around
it's circumference, looking quietly at all that is
encircled within.
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Scooting around edges of destiny, finding things we
haven't gotten around to doing or finishing.
Yet, we become satisfied with who we are as human
beings and curiously continue asking questions of
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Always touching feelings held deeply within,
placating mindful ways of peaceful surroundings.
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Play the piano inside your mind, touch the chords that'll make you
feel fine.
Dance upon the ivory with your bare feet and let concertos flow
through your body.
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Standing at edges of destiny, waiting for fulfillment to come into
being.
Realistically knowing it cannot be in our life time.
Having perfect silence, causing deafness to walk before me, stepping
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Life has changed so drastically, it holds no promises,
gives no hope.

Emptiness surrounds the atmosphere, filling sight with
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Singly rowing towards asinine problems, hoping to derail them off crash courses and into cisterns of unbelievable categories.
Testing and rehearsing many times throughout life, sharing equanimity
with selfish thoughts and finally cleaning everything with solutions everyone can live with in life's short order books of destiny.
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Destiny fulfills experience without frills or expectations, acknowledging an innate talent in life's hidden corners.
Finding treasures in silent caches of imagination, reserved for poetical decisions in labyrinths of a fundamental world.
Sending messages through a mind of vision and imagery.
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Listening for fortuitous melodies of life,
enhanced by natural delight on misty swollen days.
Breathing in an atmosphere of nature, lungs filling
with precious fresh air, enabling life to endure
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Incomprehensible recognition of aesthetic patterns
looming in the distance, transporting it to nether
worlds bereft of description.
Latently posturing through beautiful scenery,
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Timeless ages awaken inside thoughts, placing them
on display for eyes to contemplate.
Jostling images, distorting them into meaningful
stances as joy fills the heart of my mind with
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Whistling down walkways of future destiny, happily
jaunting to rhythms of interior laughter.

Smiling inwardly, cantering to a joy instilled
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Stretching and amplifying thunderous sounds of music
as it fills atmosphere's of joyous serenity on earth's
shorelines, advertising minuets of explicit wonder and
awe.
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Accordion-like thoughts are squeezed in perfect rhythms,
following tones around the circles of life's entire
circumference.
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Colors running through the clouds of destiny,
looking for their beginnings, set in precious
gems.
Reflecting mirror-like illusions of indefinite
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Silently sounding trumpets, leading parades through
mind tunnels, crawling along avenues of all my
yesterdays.
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Filling every day with tempos running faster,
brightening our days with it's thundering
notes.
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Standing still, watching rhythm beat
it's life in tune with future diameters.
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Timing precisely with innuendoes of rhythm,
inventing creatively without thought.

Just putting abstracts together and making
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Crossing over borders and horizons of yesterday,
traveling forward also, into desert mountains of
the future.
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Stringently holding onto something that will not
let me go away, go on alone, a solo journey of one,
needed to find out how to get out of myself.
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Reaching beyond what we have seen before,
now living constantly in His presence and
touching other's lives that we know nothing
about.
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Watching eternally, waters of life,
washing upon shores of sand.
Cleansing with pebbles rolling over
and over, arranging every particle
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Blue eyes wait for lights of love
to shine upon their heart.
Standing on sidelines of life,
looking forward, anticipating
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Natural beauty ascending visions of patchwork quilts, gleaming in auras of pyschic predictions.
Relating events from miles away with mere thoughts - a knowing within - of future events about to happen.
Carefully considering all aspects of time and place, wondering at times why this gift has been placed on my plate of destiny.
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Longing for a piece of mind to sooth my soul forever.
Watching for signs of life to appear in poetry.
Waiting for it to take me into the heavens, soaring
to my destiny, being written with a pen.
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Flashing lights beckoning me,
Showing the way to destiny.
Allowing the beauty to shower me
With blessings from friends.
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Lasting chances are held underground where no one can reach them.
Here above, we are doomed to failure because we cannot communicate
with one another.
Life counts itself backwards and never takes steps to trace the
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Reposingly responding to an inner atmosphere filled with the joy
of interior living.
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Darkened skies fill my eyes with an impending doom set forth in destiny's diary.
Allowing no room for error as I follow my heart down many lonely paths of insistent whisperings, telling me to set out alone to wander the deserts of earth's imagination.
Becoming the voice that others hear throughout their lives in dreams of tomorrow.
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Closely resembling enlightenment, my mind sparkles with wisdom's bright knowledge unfolding itself within my subconsciousness and delving into imagination's depths, securing my place in history with poetical stature on back porches of literature.
Overly sensing a deepness within, knowing it is developing and enveloping me fully in it's heavenly grasp as I let go and soar beyond my earthly destiny.
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Building destinies for the future, feeling forever young in the
joy of life's treasures.
Keeping lasting memories in young hearts and minds, sharing them
through the years with those you love.
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Charting programs of destiny in books of fate,
aligning them with articulate moments of speculation.
Charging them with ions of proclivity towards endings
in praise of God.
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Rustling messages from outskirts of memorable times,
spent once in yesterday's misspent youth.
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