RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Drums beating into rhythms of my mind and intellect, all
causing quite a stir of thoughts and concepts to occur,
coming to the surface.
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Taking chances, playing games, charging and winning, yet
memories fade away over time and we forget how we used to
fight and stand up for one another when younger.
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Harmoniously listening to rhythms rolling around across the
U.S.A., bringing patriotism and strength into the light, sun
bursting onto our world.
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Watching fish swimming back and forth in their limited
environment, living life as best they can, being fed
and cared for, yet prisoners just the same.
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Striking out on our own, learning to take care of our-
selves, satisfying our needs by working for whatever we
have in this temporary life.
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Appetites for fame and power fill our corrupt politicians
far too often while they fail to represent us at all, just
filling their own agendas with lies and illusions.
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All things that seemed so important yesterday, don't have
the same value they used to when younger, wanting to work
all hours to make money to buy things wanted or desired.
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Slowly fading on the horizon, footprints being washed away
by tides of tomorrow, fluctuating daily, thoughts coming
and going.
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Going through life, wanting to start a fire, but having
no matches, walking alone, traveling paths overgrown
with the desertion of our youth.
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Walking through a living death, filled with emptiness,
loss and sorrow, attempting to find a way through this
non-existence.
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