RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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Inspirational Clouds

Crossing ivories with talented precision, taking off to another dimension for creative intuition to become itself in being.
Writing on clouds of inspiration as thought melds with subconscious ideas, making images appear interiorly with spiritual vitality.
Critically adjusting attitudes throughout myriads of experiences on horizons of everlasting piety and soulful prayer.
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3582.
Mystical Comprehension

Strutting down lanes and through gardens of musical poetry, fantasizing all the while.
Memorizing notes of lyrical content, inspiring mind blossoms in verse.
Taking strides towards mystical comprehensions.
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Touching Souls

Riding along highways, letting the wind blow across your face,
tossing hair in all directions as scenery travels by in spacious beauty, touching souls, awakening thoughts of God.
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Creating Subjects For Writing

Never attaching my being to material horizons, knowing I'd only have to let go in the end, keeps me adrift through life and it's myriad demands.
Feeling so totally alone and isolated because of it, yet so deeply peaceful at the same time, creating subjects for my writing.
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3585.
Floundering

Tones of reminiscence fill my spirit with gaiety for periods of leisure.
Attempting to live out fantasy in truths of reality as it strikes me to the core, leaving me more bereft than before.
Searching for something I know nothing of, believing in God, yet floundering on earth's tidal waves of remorse.
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3586.
Highways Of Freedom

Shining brightly, regaling eyes with freedom's rides, sitting on Harley's, riding skies of inner liberty, letting go of reality's trials for moments in time.
Idling in neutral, listening to sounds of american rights as they flow from replicas of flags, flying down roads, easing suffering as tires flow down highways of freedom.
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3587.
Selfish Egos

Watching people as they express themselves in individual ways, taking in duties just to feel useful, yet straying from their purposes in selfish egos.
Triggering aromas of lavender scent, stirring their beginning ideas with fragrant creativeness.
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Eternal Sound

Accented prose sitting upon my brow, waiting to catch a rhythm it can count with in time.
Signaling beats in measures of eternal sound, gingerly testing tones and matching them in genuine rhythms of their own.
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3589.
Missing Elements

An emptiness scours my insides as I listen to the Blues Brothers alone in the audience.
Missing the antics and smiles of my granddaugher, and son.
An entertaining time, yet missing that one element of family being together in fun.
Searching images, finding those of past times together, smiling within as an emptiness still fills me silently.
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3590.
Continually Spiritual

Stranded in an existence of forebearance, exhausted from it's demands on me physically, emotionally, mentally.
Spiritually it seems keeps me moving forward when I'd prefer not to.
So many difficulties, yet I must continue on for my children and grandchildren.
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