RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Seeing a picture of our President, head decapitated and held in a
comediennes hands, with blood all over, thinking it was funny, she
is mentally depraved.
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Tones raining into my mind refreshing and purifying thoughts
prolifically and logically, resting thoughts awakening so
thoroughly invigorated and alert.
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Lying back, watching videos in this mind, remembering good times
had when younger, wishing to go back in time and live them over,
a complete sadness coming over this being.
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Listening to a song about failure of a man who left the love
of his wife because he wanted another.

A heart broken and torn apart with selfishness and lust, his
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Running through meadows of my mind, enjoying their
scents, sounds and images as I walk along pathways
of past innocence.
Recognizing landmarks as I pass by, remembering
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Satin and sleek memories slide back and forth,
forming patterns of exact mathematical precision
and timeless efforts of thought.
Living on in memory, lives are always held closely
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Silence deepening within, finding it's way to the
other side of life.
Beauty falling open before me as heaven appears and
welcomes me in.
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Rocking away with Bruce Springsteen, loving his poetical
lyrics and fantastic music.

Always an inspiration, coming from his intense rhythms
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Saxophone tending to notes, gently reaching into this
mind, giving feelings of peace and serenity.

Nothing keeping me from stepping into other dimensions
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Tears falling as a sad song is being played, strumming a
guitar and singing words of a lost love.

Being heartfelt, touched by the sincerity of a great loss,
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