RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Tears are bluened by sadness, created by hearts
of sorrow, looking askance at life and it's
tortures of existence.
At last moments of frightened darkness, a light
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Becoming an atmosphere of rhymes,
watching them parade by in regal
patterns, as they set themselves
into unknown puzzles, turning
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Trumpet staccatoly sounding out notes at attention,
making everyone sit up and take notice of the twins
playing instrumentally and singing along for all of
us at the New Year's Party.
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Saluting and cajoling those who are around with a
cowboy grin and howdy from within.

Touching a place we call home, where we live in
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Forsaken and lonely, waiting on death's doorstep for
a better world beyond.
Daydreaming of a life now past, looking to the future
with hesitant apprehension at times.
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Standing in a place, empty, no one around waiting impatiently
for a bus that is way too late.

Noises suddenly occur behind and turning I see hordes of boys
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Traveling alone along life's shores, looking out towards
a vast beyond.

Feeling peace stir with every crashing wave, watching
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Looking about, noticing the crowd here at the MLK breakfast,
thinking we have come a long way since 1961.

Back then, moving to Arizona in December, we had to travel
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