RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Won the Golden Poet Award five years in a row, am in Who's Who in Poetry. Have self-published 31 books of poetry. Ten more books have just been proofread and I'll be self-publishing them soon. Also, have over 5,000 poems typed into the computer and need to print, proofread and sort them into books to be self-published. Right now I'm behind in putting 70 handwritten books of poems into the ... more »
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- Aspects Of Intellect Working -new-
- Always Finding Self -new-
- Striving For Nature's Pathways -new-
- Keeping This Mind Occupied -new-
- Nascent Thoughts -new-
- Fulfilling Senses And Curiosity -new-
- Escaping Daily Drudgery -new-
- Filling Inner Spaces -new-
- Enlivening Interior Thought Processes -new-
- Interpretation Of Brain Waves -new-
- Tunnels Of Advanced Thought -new-
- Energizing Traits -new-
- Passifying Delightful Feelings -new-
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy with sorrow. Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
Spring is here, yet winter has not left us. It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing from the cold. Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
Men! ! ! !
Men lament that they have no time to do things needed being done. Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for
Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me and playing a beautiful symphony with the gentle breeze. It touches my soul and draws me nearer to
Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun. Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence. Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets. Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
Scratching at the surface, watching for signs of innate life, still alive and realigning itself with all new properties and designs, fitting themselves into patterns. Seeing all the depths being fathomed in formulas and equations, becoming particles of a new energy, being assembled inside my mind and being. Tracing inner thoughts, keeping calm within, yet feeling distraught at times.
Lonely hearts, roaming across plains filled with desert sands, drying tears as they form in sandstorms of life. Gathering crystals to form an oasis along the way, giving respite at times to those in need.
Mind Of Life
Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity. Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside. Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around. Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Scattered throughout nighttime skies, watching ideas soar. Thoughtful interludes giving an essence of beauty as they coagulate tenderly in affectionate spheres of music. Successfully tracing all of nature into etchings of a mind
Reality Of Both Lives
Looking through tears of a lifetime, looking out of fear, seeing inside that being with God is so precious.
Compassion Of Wisdom
Answers of life cannot be found in talking with others, only there will you avoid these truths. Rambling of voices, searching for wisdom does not bring
43rd President Of America
Watching the Presidential Inauguration from a couch in middle America's livingroom, tears swelling from my heart in patriotic pride.
A Blessing From God
Quietly whispering tunes in imagination, letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories, sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six of us sisters.
A Brokenness Inside
Quotationsmore quotations »
''God is very holy within,2: 16 p.m. 2/16/94 Copyright: February,1994.
it is I who keep tarnishing Him.''
''Whatever will be, cannot be known until it is.Why?
That is the tremendous burden of being human.''
''I am who I am, until I am not.''The eternal question - who am I?
''I'm not interested, I'll just listen.''It is self-explanatory.
''I am going to continue living as I die, no sense in wasting the time of my life!''Just thinking of dying and living.
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Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.
In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.
Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.
They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.
With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.
Sharing now that you are no longer ...