RoseAnn V. Shawiak Heaven Poems

Lightening quick rhythms touching interiorly with an
intense vibrating melody.

Walking through mountains, finding trails of ancient
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Expectations are high that things will be getting better
in our world and soon.
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Sorrow and turmoil of life taking a back seat for now as
I am being entertained by bikers and many people roaming
around, talking and joking, having a good time.
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A hectic race, a forgotten doctor appointment, a taxi showing
up at the door to take me there.
Rushing around, getting ready in five minutes, leaving without
my husband knowing or realizing that I'm gone.
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Listening to whispers from heaven,
finding the passage of time has not
been closed to a knowing, developed
since a child.
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Visions of interior life filled with gardens
of heaven, portrayed in the blossoms of blue
roses.
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Patchwork quilts form in my mind, creating memories to
last a lifetime.

Symbols of heaven exist within, waiting their chances
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Whiling away musical proficiency, holding it closely
as life folds it's meaning into places of remembrance.
Softly lit thoughts touch our hearts and souls with
the magnificence of our son.
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Sitting around, watching people as I get older, always
wondering what life is about even though I'm living it
exponentially every moment.
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Last song now being sung and played, sorry to see the
ending of this little concert here at the Wagon Yard,
our little bit of musical heaven here in Phoenix, Az.
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Lifting eyes to heaven, watching the sun rising, taking
my soul soaring with it into clouds, floating above and
flipping, turning, flying, finding pathways.
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Remembering sitting in front of our bay window, looking
out at our front yard, as far as you could see to the
forest ahead.
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Sorting out thoughts, letting them coalesce and climb ever
higher into realms of intellect.

Purposes lightening the load, helping to serve self through-
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In a quiet atmosphere here at LuLu's in Banner Good Samaritan
Hospital, having lunch, a protein concoction tasting great,
silence reaching into depths of being.
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Settled into a bluened light, picking up a pen, listening to music
and writing to tempos of songs and rhythms as they play so perfectly
and adroitly.
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Country-western music is the key to living in a
relaxed state of being, soothing sensations that
calm beings quietly and silently.
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Joyous, euphoric, standing on edges of life looking over and
behind it's black curtains, awaiting our demise finally, part-
ing at times, giving glimpses into what someday we'll have
full access to.
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Mind being titillated through music, rhythms of Yanni touching
intellect delicately, feeling an energetic vibrancy playing
the piano in this mind.
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You make me feel alive, as your love fills me
incessantly and completely every moment of life.

Do you know how much your love means to my heart?
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Leveling out across the atmosphere, sounds of music filling
intellect, justifying life with chords of melodies taking
me into dimensions of heaven.
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Stars shining and glittering into my soul, showing pathways
into other aspects and concepts of life wherever I happen
to be.
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Hiding within, no longer wanting to come out and see
the world, for it will only bring betrayal again.

Doubts constantly preying, causing memories to toss
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Women don't cry, they live through tears poured into them
by experiencing life's reality.
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Raining angels into my life, bring spirits of God's
goodness into my being.
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Rhythms carrying me away, running from all difficulties of
the day just to find peace and serenity within, going into
a bluened light.
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Standing on edges of eternity, looking out across it's vast
expanse, knowing soon I will be returning to heaven to once
again experience it's intense and brilliant silence.
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Sparks of intellect shining in my mind like colorful
fireworks shooting everywhere throughout my brain.

Getting ideas and thoughts that fill me with exciting
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Rousing spirits of everyone in depths of lively rhythms, falling into miracles of heaven as music brings them closer, healing those who need to be healed.

Letting beings be affected totally, seeing energy building faster than ever, lifting spirits and playing our hearts and souls throughout the night.
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Washing over and through fibers of my being, a touch of aroma
coming directly from a ten-dimensional blue rose of heaven, a
sign to me that God continues to be with me through everything
yet to come.
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Morning having risen with a brilliant sun, shining many positive
thoughts into this mind, opening it wide, freely taking in every
detail of rhythm.
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Waltzing in fields of yesterday, touching and being
touched by blue roses of heaven as they blossom and
their aromas are filtered into the atmosphere.
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Rhythms shaking and taking me into peaceful interludes
of musical melodies.

Beautiful petals of flowers, blossoming into ten
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Faltering steps humble beings towards ends of life.
Carefully pacing every moment in time, as stairways
to heaven open up their cloudless gates to entrances
of heaven.
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Listening to Neil sing, knowing it's Peggy he's thinking
of with every word.
Knowing his heart is breaking, yet this is a tribute to
her in passing.
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Gently standing over fields of blossoming beauty,
wondering what I've done to deserve such a shower
of blessings in life, of love and family.
Balanced I know, by their equivalent losses, yet
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Beyond living we are final beings situated on porches
of heaven with no more troubles or pain.
Sitting, watching those left behind on earth, filled
with tears and sadness at our passing.
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Searching the heavens, seeing beauty above, looking towards
my mind, seeing a blackness, a tunnel, the past.

Some memories would like to slice others in half just to
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Mountains sitting in snow covered cold, praying, rock
fingers clasped tightly together, symbols of God's holy
word, etched forever in heaven.
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Suspended in an interior peace, filling my soul with
an ecstatic serenity, keeping me totally in synch with
rhythms of this heart.
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Silent beauty of dignity wound tightly within an innate
nature, scarcely noticing side-long glances, looks of
pity and nodding of heads.
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11: 30 a.m.
Tempting melodies showing pictures as they play in
mind videos, taking opportunities to open and continue
down avenues of creative attitudes and peaceful endeavors.
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Riding through the desert, being happy and contented with
life right now.

So complicitly, enduring in the being that I have become,
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Purple visions of violets sitting in my mind,
a message from beyond, one from my Mom.
Trying to protect me, hold me close in the
coming days of suffering alone in a hospital.
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Whiling away moments of anticipation, traveling along moist
pools of tears as life falls around me.
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Singly visiting shores of heaven, taken there by musical etudes, composing themselves as I walk along sandy oceans.
Blending with the quietness of sincere properties, not letting anything interfere.
Speaking telepathically with heavenly spirits, who are guiding and bringing peaceful interludes to calm my heart with easy-going rhythms.
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Blue roses growing in my mind, a gift from visiting heaven for moments in time.
Beautiful times, never to be taken lightly, always appreciated because they were give by God to me.
A piece of heaven all my own, no one can take ever take them from me.
On my last day, I will return them to heaven's garden.
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Silence sprouts before him like a little flower in spring.
Dew covers the grass with tiny drops, and the coldness of the morning is reflected in the skies as his eyes look for clouds among the stars.
Finding one, it takes him along, floating through the heavens on a dream.
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