RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Supplanting desires, whiling away in corners of poetry.
Listening to rhyming rhythms as they become verses in my soul and are transferred to my mind.
Loving every inflection and intonation as it slides about my brain.
Touching all particles held within as they grow and blossom, each in turn.
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Fervently holding onto life in
hands folded in prayers of hope.
Waiting for expressions to propagate
in gatherings of intense piety.
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Life is about to end on earth, and I can leave it behind with no regrets.
Having done what I was born to do, fulfilling my essence with passion.
Writing poetry my way, not letting interference from anyone get in the way.
Always writing, thinking and composing everything, leaving nothing to another's imagination.
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Happy just to BE again.
Looking around, enjoying activity going on.
Watching the guys play pool and joke around.
A pleasant environment in every aspect, one in which I seem to grow, because of the acceptance the guys give me.
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Traveling across and into centers of life, exploring and discovering all manner of being.
Supplanting gardens of eden into those of imaginative intellect.
Slowly rehearsing landscapes as they speed by on their way to destinations unknown right now.
Solace being transposed in deeply set emotions, calming them down and relieving their anxiety.
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Ripples running through a melody,
taking us in turn.
Giving us a feeling of euphoria,
bringing a smile to our tired faces.
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Desert walking, music talking to me in inspiring words,
waiting on another who's always late for everything in
life's expectations.
Fulfilling purposes with delightful tones, keeping them
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