RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Circling the campfire of this mind, watching embers being
blown about by the wind.

Flowing out across the darkened night sky, finding their
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Delivering rhythms into intellect, choosing automatically
what to write without having a single thought gathered
around.
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Watching clouds being pushed quickly across the sky by
a winter wind.

Seeing blackened clouds getting ready to pour down upon
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Wringing the life out of people, banks stealing what little
money we get from social security.

A law needed to be passed, making it illegal for banks to
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Walking through this life having the same old things
continuing to happen, stealing from the poor seems to
have been see as alright to shoe who have plenty of
money.
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Living in an existence that has no life to speak of,
having nothing, doing without, always wondering what
is to become of us and our children.
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Turning down avenues of thought, visualizing a better
world in the future one without poverty, sickness,
corruption, racism, intolerance or prejudice.
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Satisfied with tempos of life, exercising intellect in
the process, having fun while doing it.

Seems like I'm caught up in the daily routine of writing
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Taking time to listen to nature, enjoying every moment
alone within it's circumference.

Touching personal melodies hidden within which I compose
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Swatches of life being handed through memories on river
banks of yesterday's life.

Caught up in depths of a photographic memory, constantly
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