RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 130,451 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

12081. Signal 9/8/2015
12082. Curiosity On The Prowl 9/8/2015
12083. Stances Of Nature 9/8/2015
12084. Reflecting American Spirit 9/8/2015
12085. Always Fighting 9/9/2015
12086. Revealed Eventually 9/9/2015
12087. Living Solely In The Light 9/10/2015
12088. Seeing Within 9/10/2015
12089. Living In Recesses Of Intellect 9/10/2015
12090. Living Every Truth 9/10/2015
12091. Nothing More To Be Said 9/10/2015
12092. Treasuring Precious Mysteries 9/10/2015
12093. Precious Life 9/11/2015
12094. Living In Shadows Of Death 9/11/2015
12095. Answers Needed 9/11/2015
12096. Cooperating With Absolutes 9/11/2015
12097. Spiders Of Remorse 9/11/2015
12098. Possibilities Are Aligned 9/12/2015
12099. Unbroken Brocade 9/12/2015
12100. Echoes Of Our Love 9/12/2015
12101. Little Things In Life 9/12/2015
12102. Nourished By God Alone 9/12/2015
12103. Remembering Your Touch 9/13/2015
12104. Why Did Death Choose You? 9/13/2015
12105. Empty Memories 9/13/2015
12106. Unable To Dream 9/13/2015
12107. What I Do 9/13/2015
12108. Looking Down 9/13/2015
12109. Living On A Limited Income 9/13/2015
12110. Evil Treading 9/13/2015
12111. Expectancy 9/13/2015
12112. Picking Up Pieces 9/13/2015
12113. Release Of Wounds 9/13/2015
12114. Missing Ingredient 9/13/2015
12115. Break - Through Energy 9/13/2015
12116. Life Standing Behind Us 9/13/2015
12117. Important Thoughts 9/13/2015
12118. Life's Suffering Dwindling 9/13/2015
12119. Karma, A Necessary Component 9/13/2015
12120. Waiting To See 9/14/2015
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind Of Life

Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Blossoms popping out upon the ground, filling the air with a scent of nature.
Walking down paths of many minds, these memories hang limply, barely touching the brown dirt.
Everyone famous, everyone small, has a mind of life so green and tender, although it never lasts, but for a short, short ...

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Sadness

The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.

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