RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Below on a dirt roadway a black and white cow is making
it's way slowly as the rain falls steadily, faster and
faster.
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Trees, bushes, leaves, flowers that I've never seen before
in my life are surrounding me with their intense and myst-
erious brilliance.
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Timid, shy, wondering what will happen in the silence of
this night of joy, will love be found, will it be able to
tame the desires that have filled me for so long.
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Feeling a great need inside to cry into the forest long
and hard, for life has taken me through so many trials
and suffering.
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Feeling like a prisoner at times, people not thinking I can
do everything for different reasons, thinking I should rest.

That's not what I want to do, the world is out there and I
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Sitting in the lobby of a resort, looking around, a desk
near the entrance where they take reservations and food
preferences for dinner.
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Tired of living in this materialistic world, seeing so
much corruption and greed erupting from governments and
people all over the world.
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Spreading spiritual wings, gracefully finding a way into
peaceful avenues where only love, caring and compassion
pull their weight despite all the wrong-doing in the world.
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Chasing dreams into corridors of tomorrow, seeing
the future grow brighter with every particle of
light, wisdom and knowledge ever growing.
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Seething curiosity casting it's spell upon me in an early
morning here in India, waking to poetical writing in a
flurry of pain.
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