RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching as homeless people walk by McDonald's, all their
possessions held in shopping carts and plastic bags, looks
of desperation on their faces.
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Young teenagers now sitting across from us, watching as they
see me writing to music, wondering what it is that I'm doing.

Smiling inwardly, but not stopping, giving just a mere reflec-
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Attitudes abounding from younger generations coming in to
McDonald's, sitting down, putting their legs and feet up on
backs of the furniture, probably much like they do at home.
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Swiftly and surely, walking into inner dimensions, finding the
beauty and serenity of spirituality touching and taking this
spirit in fully.
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Thinking of death and dying, wondering if reincarnation is
truth or myth, finding self going through a myriad of ideas,
pictures and decisions of what I might like to come back as.
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Languishing in the solitude of contemplation, letting this mind
go blank, concentrating only on the Divine while writing.

Delving into a peaceful bluened light where I alone exist within
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Unexpectedly getting a music video by my Granddaughter, singing,
"I look good in this shirt and second of all, I look good in
this shirt".
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Listening to creatively intellectual music with a gentle feeling
of enduring love for you my dear, having desires tug at this
heart.
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Racing down pathways of rhythms, at times skipping, enjoying
their enlightening sounds as they lift moods and attitudes
into a sublime and profound nature of joy.
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Just about ready to leave McDonald's, writing this last poem to
the manager and crew who were so kind and gracious to this mere
poet.
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