RoseAnn V. Shawiak Lips Poems

Rocks lying on their backs under water, looking up into the
sky, ducks sleeping lazily, floating like toy sailboats on
the water.
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Lying back, thinking about you, knowing you are
sitting up in bed reading, only because I am not
with you, nor will I ever be again.
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Flowing and soaring into the air, billowing as it passes by trees, whispering breezes at their leaves, touching lips of imagination as it kisses it lightly in a silent friendship.

Being alive in Mother Nature and humanity together, picturing images as they become created in the very midst of rhythms tonight.
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Rhythms of a colorful life being sung so affectionately
in throes of our lives.

Wondering how we ever got together, because we were so
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Magic moments are opening up so gently and surprisingly
in the moonlit night as we two went walking along shores
of brilliance holding hands.
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Silent lips praying for hope that will not come to be,
yet continuing anyway.

A bright light unfolds from within, showing us the way
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Lies are falling from lips of obama, never knowing the
truth, but we continue to tell him.

Knowing that we are failing to listen to him because
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Wispy mesquite trees fanning sides of buildings
erected in the arid desert framework.

Life dwells intelligently alone on an oasis,
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Chattering lips of clear glass, meeting in a tinkling as they touch when words are spoken, especially those in anger.
Leaving omens lying along pathways as people move away from each other in darkened moods of confusion,
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