RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Disorderly arranging life to fit the state of mind preferred,
hurriedly framing the boundaries of daily life, hoping they
will fit.
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Building the mortar of incessant pleading, attempting to
bridle us with coats of other's choosing.

Wanting only the best, it is never found, for the islands
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Violins of life playing tunes within a mind, clairvoyantly
discussing terms of impossibilities, researching notes of
memories past, recalling to mind the hate and abuse.
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When the shores of life pass over me, I will appear on distant
horizons, feelings being smoothed and ironed out, with only
peaceful darkness inside for life does not penetrate it's early
guise.
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Following daily routines, singly tearing apart all
thought, fighting for some sanity amidst all the
drought of despondency.
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Laid back, relaxing totally in an atmosphere of
recalcitrant feelings.

Knowing that nature is just on the other side of
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Life and trees all natural, situated in the heart of a mind,
scanning the city streets, watching activities of individuals
on their way to work or home.
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Red suit, white beard, jolly beyond compare, touching the
lives of many children young and old alike, taking care
to be polite and a good example, using good manners.
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Whenever sounds of childhood penetrate outer borders
of a mind, life seems to stop endlessly in time and
space.
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Orange and yellow of disoriented skies, blending into
fictitious splendor of childhood.

Acres of knowing absolutely nothing, crawl around and
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