RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Performing acts of generosity doesn't always mean giving money,
at times, you can give of yourself, just by lending an ear to
someone who needs to talk.
Opening self to other's needs can bring aid in ways least expected.
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Reluctantly thinking of the pain rumbling through me, trying intently to focus on the melodies I'm listening to, so I can get away from the
pain for a while.
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Tumbling down chords of music, aligning myself with a measure of intellect given me through God's goodness.
Developing gifts and talent into spacious imagination, living in a space of freedom, exceeding any other on earth.
Watching as picturesque images link with divine peace and become the poetry of tomorrow.
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Reap the harvest of your life,
but don't keep it locked
in storage.
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Streaming down hot, black, tar-paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.

Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for -
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Strange and mysterious formations appear in the form of
equations being discovered beneath formulas found missing
key ingredients.
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Taking wrong turns at every corner, hoping to find the
right direction one day and become the star I know I
have always been in life.
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Knowing Dr. Lalani has been a most pleasant experience in
this life.

Finding he's a genuine person, honest and truthful, full
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Remembering the past and all it's nightmares, now suddenly
realizing that they never had any power over me as I lived
my life the only way I was able.
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Broken hearted, full of tears, drowning in deepest sorrow,
life has laid me low again through another so-called friend.

Cutting me off, shutting me out, as he reshapes, his own life.
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