RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Never taking the plunge, forgetting what others may want and leaving them to fend for themselves.
Taking steps, following all the beats of tonight's rhythm as it is balanced on rims of glasses filled with beer.
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Succeeding on pathways of future destinies,
shining intensely on graves standing years of time.
Often beguiling wisdom with energies of taciturn
involvement on circles of ages beyond.
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Lively adjuncts of others
bring some joy in lives.
At times turning them around,
leading them on new paths and
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Cantering with inner rhythm, reliving images of the past through musical reverberations, anticipating visions of careful beauty, interiorly signaling all principles of definite meaning.
Placing chords into and upon sheets of music held closely in mind, treasured for all time.
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Gray shadow clouds crossing my mind, taking me to introspection and divine will.
Sating prayerful times of sadness as I covered up emotional loss of words in hiding.
Climbing inside patterns, wallowing in grief's demise, getting accustomed to it's fit for life.
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Quietly saddling up to go into deepest forests, camping in the high country, alone, wanting to be hidden away inside the wilderness.
Taking precautions to not let anyone know where I was going to be.
Sensing all of nature, becoming the person I am inside, filled with beautiful music, poetry and art, contemplating each one in their own time.
Not leaving any stone unturned as I call to the soothing whispers within.
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Sensitive emotions curdling inside,
afraid to be shown to the world,
because they may be made fun of and
feelings would be hurt - then the
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Entombed beneath notes being played as a dirge.
Counting beats as they are interpreted in lyrics.
Falling to my knees, capturing feelings with rhythms touching and grasping my soul.
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Irenic emotions flowing like white rapids through me, giving me strength to get through another day.
Following an inner intuition, delving into scattered patterns of life and nature, allowing inspiration to be derived from a deep interior contemplation as I write of it's existence and continue moving forward, not wanting to miss anything.
Being as curious as ever, always trying to answer questions of life that annoy me.
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City of Phoenix is a lie - an illusion - run by
incompetents and derisive fools.
Leaving nothing to the imagination as workers
lie, cheat and steal from the public.
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