RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Solemnly guarding particles of every movement as life takes
on new meanings, finding definitions pertinent to what is
going on.
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Reaching outwardly into the midst of everything political,
shaking some to the core of their beings, lifting spirits,
opening up minds of others.
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Listening intently to what Hillary is saying, hearing nothing
but contradictions and lies, seeing illusions being made up
and put forward onto the stage with no backup or truth.
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Striving to make sense of all the lies, not having much luck,
because from one subject to another more lies are coming to
light.
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This poem is a tribute to the man Rakhee loved and married,
she saw your sensitive side more than anyone else on this
planet and loved you for it.
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Lifting my heart and soul through music, taking me for many
surprises through rhythms, always giving, never taking from
intellect.
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Ricocheting through imagination and intellect, ideas forming
and wanting to be heard religiously no matter what, spirited
and lively messages becoming clearer and focusing better than
ever in lines of poetry.
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Walking around the desert, looking at it's stark beauty,
loving vast and intense feelings that are given to me
when alone in it's meaningful emptiness.
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Adrift in a rowboat of seclusion upon a stormy sea of life,
no oars to move ahead, depending on the waves and tides to
carry me where I'm supposed to be in life.
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Different shades of light and gray hiding distinctly in
shadows, preferring to watch from their vantage points,
not letting anything disrupt their discoveries.
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