RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing on edges of destiny, hoping to fulfill it and it's
purpose in this earthly life, doing everything possible
while living an existence on earth.
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Softly like petals of a rose falling gently upon the ground,
touching intellect with their delicate aroma, enticing mind
and heart with an infinite energy from within a bluened light.
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Multiplying the wonder and awe of an interior energy emanating
from within spirituality, surrounding this entire being and
intellect.
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Nature all around, touching heart, mind and intellect with a
spiritual enlightenment that brings the Divine to the surface
of the mind.
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Running to and fro, looking for inherent beatitudes of life
hidden in convergent places of another time.

Incessant and turbulent, rising and falling into rhythms of
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Stereotypes abounding in circles of life, keeping racism and
intolerance alive and well.

Wondering how to alleviate these things from every corner of
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Sitting here at the Trump rally here in Phoenix, Arizona,
if it wasn't for Trump coming here to the Convention Center,
I wouldn't have bothered.
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Watching self-important people standing on bleachers,
looking down over the crowd, smug and thinking they're
above the middle class and poor people.
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Musical rhythms playing in the background as We the People
stand for hours waiting for our President, Donald J. Trump,
a history making moment uniting us as one nation under God.
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Sitting here across from protestors, yelling, screaming many
profanities about Trump, disgusting potty mouths, guess their
parents never taught them manners or etiquette.
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