RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Green nature, filtering into my intellect,
touching it gently, and taking it along
paths of beauty.
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Starting, stepping, soaring within,
taking flight on expeditions of fantasy.

Erecting buildings of verse with energy
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Darting, moving, fleeing from absurd rules made for idiots
and dolts.

Stationing profiles across from patterns of exquisite detail,
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Strangling tightly on shores of near death,
watching facets of life debate secretly with
a reaper of dismantling puzzles.
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Diversity, the diverse hoax of the twentieth and twentieth first
centuries.

A haze, a cover-up of unsurpassed proportions, being played again
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Soaring over mountainous trails, looking down,
seeing sights from heights no one else can reach.

Precious visions taking shape from clouds of
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Thinking quietly in my soul, touching spheres of God,
hoping to be healed intimately within His holiness.

Waiting silently, watching for a miracle to appear
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Quiet manner, gentle voice, nothing upsets him,
it can always be done in time.

A serene soul, going through life, doing what
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Peering out the window, looking at patterns of nature
imitated by man.

Natural curves glide across my eyesight and into my
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Satisfying rhythms of life with music,
letting it touch troubled souls,
bringing soothing balm to alight within.
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