RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Watching protestors from across the street at 3rd and Washington,
hearing vulgar statements being yelled out loud, horrible things
being said about the greatest President in U.S. history.
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Standing to the left of President Trump, totally concentrating
and focusing on every word he spoke at the Phoenix Rally, he
didn't mince or sugar coat anything.
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Walking hand in hand with wonder and curiosity, thinking of life
and it's various meanings, spanning years of everyone's lives,
we live, love, experience, learn and die.
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Walking into a beautiful and deep bluened light, filtering
totally into intellect, radiating enlightenment, insight
and visions of tomorrow in this poetical mind.
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Walking into a beautiful and deep bluened light, filtering
totally into intellect, radiating enlightenment, insight
and visions of tomorrow in this poetical mind.
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Joyful and filled with peace, languishing in the solace of
Divine energy, being touched by it's mysterious warmth and
coolness at the same exact time.
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Sitting here thinking about people who seem to have everything
in life, their health, sanity, money and plenty of it, having
friends and family who are sick, aged, dying and won't even
have a thought of how they could help in some way to make life
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Turning around, drums beating solidly, taking life into interior
realms of dissidence and diversity, finding rhythms are matching
feelings of joy.
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Living in the zone of peace, serenity flowing through rhythms
of our American Heritage and freedom, touching hearts of true
Americans with patriotic symbols flying everywhere.
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