RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Exacting dimensions in life are usually set up by people
who don't know what they are doing.

Never knowing anyone or what they feel, cutting edges and
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Reasoning and logic will eventually disappear when our last
breath has been taken from us.

Instead, people will replace them with flowers and sentiments
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Angels rising first thing in the morning, bringing smiles
and joy to this heart and mind.

Leaving no doubts as to who has sent them to give hope and
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Exercising this mind, running up and down chords,
tripping over notes and slipping into measures of
rhythm.
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Looking forward to being amazed by knowledge of this
world, hoping to learn about different cultures,
people, differences in thoughts.
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Holding babies in my arms, feeling their warmth and
love when looking into my eyes, seeing their total
trust emanating from their wide smiles as they look
at my face.
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Living in the world is a difficult prospect, especially
with all the people in it, a plethora of personalities
and attitudes, not to mention stereotypes and personal
opinions being held to.
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Falling into patterns and designs of intellect through
rhythm, taking into account the liberty of living in a
free world.
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Ever widening chasms being filled with brilliant light,
beckoning intellect to travel through, finding another
property of life and it's intellectual development.
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Blaring sounds touching an inner mind, awakening it to
echoes of life's music being played loudly in time with
rhythms dancing in my soul.
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