RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing back, realizing the voices of the future have gone beyond me.
Following the sounds left from their lonely echoes in caverns of my mind.
Adjusting, not to well, to things that have been changing in ever increasing numbers.
Letting go of every emotion, wallowing in self-pity, all by myself, no one else can linger alongside me.
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Equally apportioned throughout the rest of life.
Taking turns with each and every moment of artistic grace, placing innate talent where it will do the most good in the future.
Knowing there is nothing better than releasing all emotions and their
feelings into the universe where they will do you no harm.
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Twinkling sounds of stars beckoning me to elaborate in poetry of being.
Writing liberally into the night, waltzing into evening tributes of an afterlife seen through dream's images.
Nothing coming to frighten me along the way.
Setting standards, always staying on the righteous paths of moral and ethical conduct.
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Hoping to hold onto faith to the end,
at times it seems impossible.
But I ask my guardian angel to light
a heavenly candle and protect me through
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Rushing from the heat left over
from a hot Arizona Thursday.
Frolicking in my mind, believing
in doing anything within reason
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Supplanting desires, whiling away in corners of poetry.
Listening to rhyming rhythms as they become verses in my soul and are transferred to my mind.
Loving every inflection and intonation as it slides about my brain.
Touching all particles held within as they grow and blossom, each in turn.
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Fervently holding onto life in
hands folded in prayers of hope.
Waiting for expressions to propagate
in gatherings of intense piety.
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Life is about to end on earth, and I can leave it behind with no regrets.
Having done what I was born to do, fulfilling my essence with passion.
Writing poetry my way, not letting interference from anyone get in the way.
Always writing, thinking and composing everything, leaving nothing to another's imagination.
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