RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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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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Growing older, maturity has grown full circle,
now it's seen as an arc with a beginning and
end, life having been lived in the middle.
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Strumming particles of life, listening to the music it
creates as rhythms of life fill us with beautiful serenity
and peace
Waltzing through a mind of idealic memories, counting
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Growing realizations of death coming upon me too soon
fill my mind with thought of family and life, because
in the end that is all there is left from our time
spent on earth.
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Wading through many chances of life, looking for
the ones that interest me the most.

Sorting through each of them, choosing those that
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Loving the freedom of the United States, wanting to protect
it from foreign and domestic enemies trying to subvert our
way of life.
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Solitary figures gathering in ocean tides, allowing them
to take everyone wherever they will in life.

Surprising escapades, falling into pastimes of this mind,
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