RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking about, curious as to what is going on in the world,
wondering at the mess world governments have made of each
of our countries.
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Listening to melodies of time, nostalgic and at times saddened
from the past through loss and grief, yet somehow, they soothe
precious feelings of love holding onto me.
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Walking quickly down dirt paths alone, wanting to be away from
everyone, not knowing exactly where I was going, enjoying the
scenery and landscape totally.
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Looking out blue saddened eyes through windows open
to nature just outside, awaiting our presence to
come join in with soft gentle breezes.
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Seeing a picture of our President, head decapitated and held in a
comediennes hands, with blood all over, thinking it was funny, she
is mentally depraved.
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Watch out, here comes instant challenges and daring of a
bison, bulls and bucking horses as they perform in a rodeo
in back of Outlaws, the best bucking bar in the west.
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Tones raining into my mind refreshing and purifying thoughts
prolifically and logically, resting thoughts awakening so
thoroughly invigorated and alert.
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Love streaming with a glittering recollection of innocence and
purity of adolescence, true reminders of how we felt the first
time love touched us or what we thought was love at the time.
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Light, airy, vibrant and enticing, winds of fate blowing across
deserts of destiny in the ebony darkness of this life, exercise-
ing freedom through writing.
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Once upon a time I knew a man, we all called him Bear, he
was tall, large, genuine and soft-hearted, loving the U.S.
with all his heart.
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