RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 114,302 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

41. A Child's Need 3/1/2013
42. A Class Act 3/29/2013
43. A Clearer View 2/9/2014
44. A Cloak Of Life 1/7/2014
45. A Cloud Of Heaven 8/20/2013
46. A Cloudy Day 11/1/2014
47. A Coercive Force 10/11/2014
48. A Co-Existence 7/31/2013
49. A Cold Embrace 10/17/2013
50. A Collection 1/18/2014
51. A Coming Sign 10/28/2014
52. A Complacent Gentleman 4/25/2013
53. A Complete Love 7/13/2014
54. A Complete Vision 8/4/2013
55. A Concelebration 6/22/2014
56. A Couple 2/9/2014
57. A Couple Dancing 10/4/2013
58. A Cowboy's Desolate Spirit 2/11/2014
59. A Customer's Farm 11/19/2013
60. A Dark Image 9/26/2013
61. A Darkened Beauty 10/21/2014
62. A Daughter's Beauty 12/8/2013
63. A Day In Time 2/7/2014
64. A Dedicated Friend 12/8/2013
65. A Deep Dream 1/22/2014
66. A Deep Emptiness 3/10/2013
67. A Deep Knowing Inside 10/31/2014
68. A Deepening Silence 2/23/2014
69. A Desert Imagination 11/24/2014
70. A Desert Oasis 7/29/2014
71. A Desert Of My Own Making 3/17/2013
72. A Desert Vision 1/4/2014
73. A Destruction 8/27/2013
74. A Developing Mind 11/27/2014
75. A Difficult Life 10/11/2014
76. A Disagreement 10/31/2014
77. A Diverse Game 10/2/2013
78. A Doctor Outside The Box 10/23/2013
79. A Doctor's Greed 3/20/2013
80. A Drive 7/5/2014
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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.
Blossoms popping out upon the ground, filling the air with a scent of nature.
Walking down paths of many minds, these memories hang limply, barely touching the brown dirt.
Everyone famous, everyone small, has a mind of life so green and tender, although it never lasts, but for a short, short ...

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Death Shadow

When I'm gone beyond this mortal world, what type
of shadow will I leave behind?
Will it be agile and funny with a sense of humor?
Or will it be dark and serious like death itself?
Maybe it will be clearly defined, not stringent or declining.
What type of shadow will I leave imprinted in minds of
those I leave behind?
Hopefully it will bring a smile to other's lips when they
think of me on quiet reminiscent evenings.

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