RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing and believing in aspects of total recall
after this life has ended, brings a special sense
brought from heaven's gates just to be near me.
Feeling the closeness of yesterday's family coming
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'Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor', and I will make sure they are always alone - always wanting for something.
When they are sad or depressed, I will walk the other way.
When they need someone to talk to - I'll be sure to talk to everyone except them.
As they wander the streets lonely, suffering, in pain - always hanging around - I will put them always last on every list, or not even consider them for it.
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Children light our lives with their simple joy and
curiosity in everything they see and do.
Seasons pass adults as years of age, yet to watch
a child, they become an adventure in timeless
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Sitting all alone in an empty restaurant, watching cars travel by, listening to a CD of JoDee Messina and enduring the peace of nighttime
quietness.
Feeling an unsavory dimension lurking outside in darkened corners of the parking lot.
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Pounding sensations becoming rhythms of internal being,
reclamating their essense in strides of apoplexy and
grief.
Turning crosswords upside in as words collect them-
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Silent hopelessness sits in many people, as they wait like
cattle in pens, trying to apply for food stamps and AHCCCS.

Giving up their self-esteem and pride, answering private
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Interpreting life through hundreds of words each and every
day through poetry.

Unlikely subjects at times come into an expressive existence
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Windows of glass and mirrors held together with concrete and
steel.

Monstrosities of a race in love with self, greed and other
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Solemn undertakings being hidden from other's views, so
I can complete them in silent wonder and awe.

Perplexing mysteries forming and shaping themselves in my
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