RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Unfolding thoughts and hanging them upon lines filled with
vibrant sensations to assign a quantity of focus to their
essence as it takes me on a journey of ancient values.
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Thinking of my friend, W. knowing we were placed in each other's lives, not for a short time, but for our lifetimes together.
Meant to frustrate each other, purposely pushing one another to go beyond our sights, let go of our hidden fears and dislikes, so we may become whole within our souls for an eternity.
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Fanning rhythms in succession, giving them a breath of fresh air as they sing from a voice, sitting and enjoying karaoke night.
All eyes upon her, listening carefully, knowing that their turns will be coming up soon.
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Sensing someone beyond sight as a song is being sung from when she was still living on earth, herself.
Quiet intensity holding my mind as I remember the exacting perfect pitch she used to sing in.
A woman remaining in memory for being crazy loving you.
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Traveling westerly, tasting nickel coffees and rib-eye steaks.
Enjoying rodeos and ranch rides throughout desert trails and back.
Returning along route 66, silently lurking in a car of yesterday, a chrysler, holding our family, engrossed in the scenery as we traveled together across country from New Jersey to Phoenix, Arizona.
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Stretching upwards, touching feelings sitting alone, awaiting recognition from within.
Caressing a solo journey made through subconscious byways along life's unalterable destiny.
Finishing petals of grace, aligning themselves with a soulful beauty stemming from God's great mercy towards us, everlastingly.
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Traveling highways with empty hearts, carrying feelings in cartons of styrofoam, so as not to defile them.
Turning interiorly, looking closely at who I am, and where I'm going, finding no answers as yet, and hope continues to stay alive for the time being.
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Situated in a tangle of misjudgements by narrow-minded people who take everything for themselves and leave others in the abyss of destitution.
Why's and wherefores abound, yet no one checks and/or puts a stop to any of it.
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Juggling time with momentary disillusionment as I uncertainly move in circles towards eternity.
Checking daily with schedules of interior peace as I travel along rose gardens of heaven.
Serenity encapsulating my being as I cross over into a future horizon beyond life.
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Watching visions of yesterday progress in succession,
taking me along winding roads, over rough trails and
into ocean's depths where intellect abides, giving me
hope to keep moving forward.
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