RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Intrepid mysteries piling up at the doorway to intellect,
giving auras of insightful beauty.

Tantalizing memories are echoing about, wanting to be
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Cherishing knowing that comes unexpectedly into aspects
of my mind, becoming accolades written in poetry.

Always stepping quietly and expertly into palisades and
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Heartstrings being played to the satisfaction of intellect
as I bow to rhythms of integrity.

Playing to inner rhythms, succinctly transferring knowledge
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Sun scraping it's beams across the windows here at the
center, trying to penetrate screens that have been put
up to block it's rays.
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Lying there on the bed, tired out from a day's work, my
love reaching out across the room, touching him gently
so as not to wake him up.
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Life is surreal, it is like a painting that I am always
painting and adding to it.

Knowing fears, doubts, happiness and joy as it looks out
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Sincerely taking life into my heart, as it touches my mind,
forgiving and solidifying total meanings of propriety.

Flowing gently into nighttime darkness, being led only by
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Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
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How can a teacher who is stale themselves turn any child
onto learning?

A classroom, dull and all dried out with no excitement -
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Slowly emerging as if from a dream of long ago,
wakefully transmitting it today.

Pictures forming, waving, haunting memories,
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