RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Beyond basics we control our own destiny with a mere
mind, placed inside our heads.
Everything we've done or will ever do comes from a
grey brain, waiting for our thoughts to tell it what
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Following the music down keys of ivory,
keeping up with it's tone and rhythms
all day long.
Believing in a time of goodness as it
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Planes scratching the sky with white lines of ejection,
as they travel the world.
Currents of air, flowing billowing lines, spreading them
out like cotton candy in the hands of a child.
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Calmly soothing my soul, music sends me deeper into
a spiritual contemplation, finding ways of expression
to touch the world around me.
Gifted by God, I appreciate every moment spent with
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Lost in thought, closely scanning surfaces of mountains
close to the highway.
Enjoying beautiful, white, foggy, wispy clouds, coming
down upon mountains, lying in their laps like cuddly
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Painful memories jab
and poke my heart as
I recall their hurting
remarks of deathly horror.
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Yuletide cheer spreading itself through Christmas,
acknowledging the birth of Jesus so many years ago.
Spiritually recognizing the immensity of His day,
filled with the wonder and awe of every little child
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Styling in ideas of creative essays,
copulating imagination with subconsciousness.
And feeling intensely, the process as it
exerts itself into poetry of every form.
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Figuring mathematically what life holds for me,
squaring all roots, placing them carefully in
my heart and soul.
Adding together, the many blessings I've received
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Recognizing rhythms in everyday attitudes, playing them
quietly, gently in tune with my writing.
Creating fastidious moments to enjoy throughout a lifetime
of poverty.
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