RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking through this life having the same old things
continuing to happen, stealing from the poor seems to
have been see as alright to shoe who have plenty of
money.
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Living in an existence that has no life to speak of,
having nothing, doing without, always wondering what
is to become of us and our children.
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Turning down avenues of thought, visualizing a better
world in the future one without poverty, sickness,
corruption, racism, intolerance or prejudice.
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Satisfied with tempos of life, exercising intellect in
the process, having fun while doing it.

Seems like I'm caught up in the daily routine of writing
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Taking time to listen to nature, enjoying every moment
alone within it's circumference.

Touching personal melodies hidden within which I compose
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Swatches of life being handed through memories on river
banks of yesterday's life.

Caught up in depths of a photographic memory, constantly
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Regulating rhythms filling my heart with a euphoric
sensation, lifting me spiritually into another level
of life.
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Simple and uncompleted, finding solutions to even out
distorted illusions and lies of democrats and liberals
trying to make a one world order.
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Silently standing by, taking it all in, watching every
detail that's encompassing our world with it's lies and
disillusionment.
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Walking into the morning, a chill in the air, left over
from last night's icy cold rain.

Landscape washed clean, looking pure, smelling fresh and
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