RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A Judge sitting high on his bench, handing out fairly - several sentences and fines.
He doesn't seem to be cruel or unjust - talks decently, and has a sense of humor.
Telling people to plead 'not guilty' and go to trial so they have a fair chance.
Treating people with decency and clarity, being respectful to all present and those before him.
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Sauntering into summer breezes, warm upon my brow,
beating upon my hair, shining it like golden corn
under bright lights.
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Pensile thoughts dangling in outskirts of my mind,
waiting to be discovered and explored in context.
Sending messages through eye-catching contact,
expressing a desire to be met and known through my writing.
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Answers replying through the years in unanswered prayers, finding their way at last to my ears.
Now is not the time to be fulfilled, yet a tear forms in the corner of my eye, wishing I hadn't asked for that certain someone to be a part of my life, because now I'm all alone on a hidden passage through mourning, never able to forget the love given to me for such a short while.
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Breath-taking views left in a mind from past sky diving
episodes.
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Ripples implore inner attitudes to make themselves
known in repertoire's dear.
Finality rears it's head with roaring ideas,
sublimating images in steps of prose.
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Dancing around in timeless space, waltzing and
embracing, feeling the closeness of another
human being.
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Aspects of life, creating many styles of people,
fashion happening at intervals in careers and
periods of aging into mature adults as seniors.
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Granddaughter stepping up to the mike, singing softly,
but distinctly to the audience.

Clapping easing the butterflies in soloists stomachs,
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