RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wallowing in self-pity does no good,
it doesn't help sadness disappear.

Reaching out to another would bring
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Dejected, forlorn and saddened by early death's of
Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles.
Family always dying young, yet they've lived full
lives within those short years.
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Forgotten lilies opening their faces, spreading beauty
and joy to passers-by.
Dancing merrily in brown beds with roses in attendance.
Singing silently into the atmosphere, reaching the ears
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Walking steppily to music of my soul,
inner feelings being touched and displayed
for all to see as they read my poetry.
Full of life inside, tiptoeing through
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Resounding echoes of laughter and happiness surround
seniors at the center as they dance and play with
music in their minds and feet.
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Buried beneath layers of mindless thought, searching
for objects of behavior, finding none and living in
a cocoon of misery.
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Ends are always turning up when we least expect them
on our roads and highways through life.
Building and working on relationships, bringing selves
together.
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Laughing and joking, having a wonderful time, listening
to an Italian band bring tears of sorrowful joy to my
heart and happiness to my soul.
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Lilting songs, swinging around my heart and mind,
filling me with a musical ecstasy, reverberating
and entering my soul.
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Arizona ragtime cowboys, jostling in their saddles,
riding ranges, watching their cattle and enjoying
God's nature with wonder and awe.
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