RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softened clouds of dismay are arranged
periodically in systems of disarray.
Lasting thoughts coalesce and brew many
new ideas of imagination.
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Emptiness fills empty spaces hidden within my mind,
waiting hopefully for something more enticing to sate
my brain.
Sensing beginnings of new turns in reality, I find
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Riding through pastures greener than any other,
sitting astride a beautiful roan horse.
Being one in mind and heart,
sitting tall and straight in the saddle
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Lonesomeness is a trial of life for most people,
but I can deal with it as I write purposely of
anything I think of out of the ordinary.
Sololy following edges of night into the daylight
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Recollecting moments when I couldn't cry, not even silently.
A bereft heart filled to capacity without an outlet for my tears.
Always tearing and causing me to be ripped apart tumultuously in stairwells of caustic bereavement.
Jouncing around, not coming up with anything relevant to describe
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Blessings coming from heaven,
hitting me squarely where I need them,
benefiting intellectual wisdom when I
need its inspiration.
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Noting all types of reminders falling around me,
not caring about any of them.
Forging annoying actions to keep others away,
never realizing that they never really go very far.
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Sounding off to musical tones of particular
peculiarities set in stones of realization.
Never letting go, penetrating alternative
replies to every thought.
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Stimulating brain cells into action,
formulating signals in codes of
undetectable significance.
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Challenging pyramids of life's questions accumulate
and rise higher than before.
Protecting interior beings from captured insolvency,
never letting it go beyond what it can not do.
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