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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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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Delicately sounding symphonies playing with designs and
patterns of music while writing, beautifully enticing
this mind to drift off into an imaginary playground.
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Priming life after hours, listening to a final
song of the night at Buddy Stubbs.

Fantastic, bubbling over with total excitement,
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Life is filled with wonder and awe, giving us a map
to follow through destiny's pages.

Moving forward, taking steps into the future, heart
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Riding the freeway of my mind, wind blowing my long hair
in all directions.

Surviving the strife, only to run headlong into turmoil,
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Striking this mind, a flash of lightening with rhythm
riding on it, giving a blast of freedom and independence.

A beautiful and stringent environment that entices and
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Slowly moving, ingenuity is continually creating from
it's interior wisdom, giving this mind food for thought
at every moment in time.
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Swarming around intellect, like bees to honey, ideas
buzzing incessantly and continually during awakening
hours of life events.
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Jumping to rhythms of jazz, livening the place throughout
and enticing moods of a positive nature, rocking to the
melodies as life goes into depths of spirituality.
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