RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Biography of RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A personal note to everyone, surgery I was supposed to have was cancelled 4 times now. Finally will be having it next Wednesday, Feb.15, at 11: 00 a.m. It is a very serious and complex surgery, I am a very high risk patient, my surgeon will do everything possible to keep me alive, odds are not too good, but with everyone's prayers from around the world, I believe God will listen and let me live a while longer. Eventually I will need 11 surgeries, last will be a liver transplant. I love you all, take care of yourselves, hope to be back here on ph soon as I can. Am trying to post everything I've written so far, still behind one whole journal full. Amitava Sur, a poet on ph is my closest friend, I will ask him to keep everyone informed of my condition. RoseAnn
Good news and not so good news, my book, " A Bereaved Poet" has been published here in the U.S. and is doing very well here in Phoenix, Arizona.
My publisher in Africa said that my book is now on Amazon in Africa, not sure how people from U.S. can buy my book, will find out. It's call " The Zones Of Pleasure" . (no it's not erotic! Ha Ha!) It will take some time, but 1,960 of my poetry books will be published in Africa. As I continue to write even more will be published. 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 5,000 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.
- Tasting Wonder Of Creativeness -new-
- Against Your Wishes -new-
- Hassle - Free -new-
- Restful Contemplation -new-
- Thoughts Of Life -new-
- Trust And Caring On A Voyage -new-
- Changing Imperfections -new-
- Brought Alive By Your Passion -new-
- Silently Our Hearts Meet -new-
- Comforting This Heavy Heart -new-
- Shadows Rejoicing -new-
- Mystically Stimulating -new-
- Captive Of Your Heart -new-
- Listening To Silence Of Nature -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.
Reality Of Both Lives
Looking through tears of a lifetime, looking out of fear, seeing inside that being with God is so precious.
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.
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
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.
Lonely hearts, roaming across plains filled with desert sands, drying tears as they form in sandstorms of life. Gathering crystals to form an oasis along the way, giving respite at times to those in need.
43rd President Of America
Watching the Presidential Inauguration from a couch in middle America's livingroom, tears swelling from my heart in patriotic pride.
A Brokenness Inside
'63 Chevy Impala
The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.