RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 130,451 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

22321. Perfection 12/17/2013
22322. Cognitive Exchanges 12/16/2013
22323. Eloquent Poetry 12/18/2013
22324. Mirror Images 12/18/2013
22325. Life's Hidden Corners 12/11/2013
22326. An Accordion Player 12/13/2013
22327. Orchestrated Lines 12/11/2013
22328. Creating Exercise 12/2/2013
22329. Forsaken Woods 11/23/2013
22330. Tomorrow's Omens 11/14/2013
22331. Granddaughter's Eyes 10/31/2013
22332. Lonely Journey 10/31/2013
22333. Having Fun 10/30/2013
22334. Reality's Coldness 10/29/2013
22335. Striving For Perfection 10/23/2013
22336. Pleasant Memories 10/18/2013
22337. Celebrating A Birth 10/15/2013
22338. Valuing Life 10/15/2013
22339. Giving Opinions 4/9/2013
22340. Little Granddaughter 4/20/2013
22341. Life's Memories 9/23/2013
22342. Not Trusting Anyone 4/28/2013
22343. Spheres Of Accountability 9/23/2013
22344. Riding Waves 8/28/2013
22345. Sharing Time 8/28/2013
22346. Politically Correct 8/22/2013
22347. Inner Light 4/26/2013
22348. Watching 5/1/2013
22349. Wisdom's Patterns 4/29/2013
22350. Sketching People 4/11/2013
22351. Being Grateful 3/19/2013
22352. Nighttime Quietness 3/15/2013
22353. Soul Soothing Rhythms 3/13/2013
22354. Facing Death 3/7/2013
22355. Veil Of Death 3/7/2013
22356. Birthday Lunch 3/11/2013
22357. Family Unity 2/20/2013
22358. Grandparents 2/26/2013
22359. American's Own Today 2/11/2013
22360. Pure Life 2/8/2013
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind Of Life

Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Blossoms popping out upon the ground, filling the air with a scent of nature.
Walking down paths of many minds, these memories hang limply, barely touching the brown dirt.
Everyone famous, everyone small, has a mind of life so green and tender, although it never lasts, but for a short, short ...

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Sadness

The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.

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