RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Biography of RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hope everyone is doing fine, I have a family emergency and that's why I've not been posting much lately. It
is ongoing, I will be on PoemHunter whenever possible.
Take care, I miss you all. RoseAnn
A musician friend of mine is putting my poetry to music, we're making a CD now and will be bringing it to radio stations here in Phoenix. Three other musicians also want to work together to put my poetry to music. (Country-Western, Jazz and Blues) ,
Also,4th book has now been published here in Phoenix, title is " Arizona's Poetical Horizons" . Pictures all in color, most of them my own that I've taken over the years while camping all over Arizona.
Almost finished with another book about our Veterans and the sacrifices they and their families have gone through to protect Americans. And a 4th book, " Reality Of Imagination" for children just started putting together.
All kinds of good things happening in this poet's life, will be going to India once again to meet with poets and musicians. Planning on leaving April 18th if all goes as planned.
My book, " A Bereaved Poet" has been published here in the U.S. and is doing very well here in Phoenix, Arizona, it is in it's fourth printing! .
My publisher in Africa said that my book is now on Amazon in the U.S.A. it's called " Zones Of Pleasure" , people here in the U.S. are buying it. Thank you for your patience, encouragement and support, I totally appreciate and value you and your comments. Thank you, RoseAnn V. Shawiak, a mere poet.
Posting poetry written in and about India here on ph, hope you like it, would love to hear your comments on it. Will get back to reading everyone's poetry soon, have been in and out of the hospital so please bear with me. Thank you for your encouragement and prayers.
Wishing to thank everyone for reading so many of my poems each and every day, you are the reason I am on this site! Would greatly appreciate any comments you may have on my poetry, they are always a learning experience.
Received a Certificate Of Appreciation in recognition of an important contribution to the ongoing fight against hatred and intolerance in America. My name has been added to the Wall of Tolerance in Montgomery, Alabama to provide inspiration to all those who choose to take a stand against hatred. Presented by: Morris Dees, Founder, Southern Poverty Law Center
Won the Golden Poet Award five years in a row, am in Who's Who in Poetry. Have self-published 31 books of poetry. Twenty more books have just been proofread and I'll be self-publishing them soon. Also, have over 23,000 poems typed into the computer and need to print, proofread and sort them into books to be self-published. Right now I'm behind in putting 70 handwritten books of poems into the computer in book form and then proof and sort them into books also.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak's Works:
A Bereaved Poet, Horizons of Life, Shores of Life, A Bereaved Poet - Book II, Beyond Poetry, A Touch Of God, Continual Spirit Of Remembering, Natural Reflections, Musical Poetry, Poetry Of Life, Limited Edition Volume I, Poetical Forest, Musical Islands, Picturesque Wisdom, Elderly Lifetimes, etc.
*Copyrights on every book and poem I have ever written.
- Fires Of Romance -new-
- Love Completely -new-
- Quality Of Serenity -new-
- Continuing Portrait Of Love -new-
- Senses Rudely Awakened -new-
- Comfort Of Music -new-
- Various Atmospheres -new-
- Rhythmically Decorating This Mind -new-
- Tickling & Tangling Pleasure Centers -new-
- Sensual Directions -new-
- Opposite Of Blues -new-
- Experience Of A Lifetime -new-
- Dying In The Midst Of Music -new-
- Revolving In Circles -new-
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy with sorrow. Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
Spring is here, yet winter has not left us. It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing from the cold. Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
Men! ! ! !
Men lament that they have no time to do things needed being done. Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for
Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me and playing a beautiful symphony with the gentle breeze.
A Blessing From God
Quietly whispering tunes in imagination, letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories, sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six of us sisters.
Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun. Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence. Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets. Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
Reality Of Both Lives
Looking through tears of a lifetime, looking out of fear, seeing inside that being with God is so precious.
Scratching at the surface, watching for signs of innate life, still alive and realigning itself with all new properties and designs, fitting themselves into patterns. Seeing all the depths being fathomed in formulas and equations, becoming particles of a new energy, being assembled inside my mind and being.
Compassion Of Wisdom
Answers of life cannot be found in talking with others, only there will you avoid these truths. Rambling of voices, searching for wisdom does not bring
43rd President Of America
Watching the Presidential Inauguration from a couch in middle America's livingroom, tears swelling from my heart in patriotic pride.
Mind Of Life
Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity. Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside. Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around. Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
A Brokenness Inside
'63 Chevy Impala
Rights of all people are undermined by luxury and riches, there is no possible reconciliation of the poor and rich. We lament poverty while doing nothing to make it extinct.
A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all.
Only memories alive within my mind.
The real person has died and left only an image to
dwell on once in a while.
Life continues to pass by with no care or thought of
how we feel - emptiness is left deep inside.
Feelings haven't died, only the way in which we dealt with
them before - when we were one-on-one - in person.
Now it's just me talking to your image on the wall,