RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Rushing through hours of a perfect day, doors slamming
in homes, people wanting to go out into the wilderness
feeling an atmosphere of brilliant contrast from four
walls of a house.
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One day, I will never be here again, no more will you see
me writing, and listening to music right here in the open.

I will be taken into depths of heaven, away from all of
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Falling into line behind the rush of energy coming from
intellect, absorbing it's every particle and fiber into
being.
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Times of life on earth are many, adding up, culminating
in moments of our daily lives on earth.

Touching experiences and circumstances throughout, find-
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Marching to silent beats, kept sacredly in the interior
of my being.

Responding totally to their insistence to keep step and
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