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Rosalind Shavers Poem
What kind of woman am I?
I am the quintessential woman
of the most demur kind
Only in the eyes of the watchers
will my essence be exposed
I am the quintessential woman
for those who stop to care
I stand unabashedly disrobed
in the view of the inquisitive
I am most certainly the quintessential woman
in an existence of diamonds and pearls
where worth is not now, nor has it ever been
what lies in the inner depths of your soul
Yes, I am the quintessential woman
in a time when there is no comparisons
I am the quintessential woman
sensual, wanton, erotic
Quintessentially
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Rosalind Shavers Poem
So graceful and kind
So honest and true
While she sat down for me
She stood up for you
Only by refusing to move
When ordered to
She paid the price
And satisfied our dues.
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In a world where you are normal
only if you behave like the ‘others’
where normal is defined
by the powerful and disconcerted
I scream existentialism
I scream individuality
I scream for the voiceless,
the painful, and distressed beings
that walk this earth
I pray for a quiescent state
of mind
Yet, I find that it is an impossible
dream just because of the circumstances
Only in a world where animals
dictate what is normal
will normal ever exist
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Maya, Maya
Your essence sings to my soul
the breath of your spirit
bathed me in my mother's womb
when you were zero years old
We touched fingertips across time
where there is no beginning or end
Ode to Maya
my inner depths reign you glorious
you branded the keys
to doors that were shackled
with indifference and blame
For the trails you journeyed
while you carried me on your back
Me and others like me
Ode to Maya
a song of many words
A command to respect and recipient of dues paid
owed to our ancestors
I lay claim to your inheritance to pass the torch
for generations to come
I inhale your struggles
though the details are mostly invisible
I reverence your efforts and bountiful accomplishments
I serenade your extentialism
in a melody of sincere wisdom
A quintessential woman
to be blessed by the applause
of the universe
to become a sin if ever forgotten
Ode to a poet's poet
Ode to Maya Angelou
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Rosalind Shavers Poem
Not intentionally and beyond realization
with every subtle breath
I commenced to murder my soul
with acts that are unlike commonality
like a wielding knife
churning in the mid-section
of the human soul
the murder was intimate
and most un-endearing
as unsettling as it may seem
those behaviors and decisions that are made
unjustifiably contrary to all morality
my innermost being bled
and my soul was dying an untimely death
Resurrection seemed to be denied
time after time after time
I now walk amongst the living
with a butchered, decapitated soul
Effortless attempts to revive
as its slippery cover slides through
irrevocable hands
Mirrored only by demeaning cares
and unmentionable thoughts
the murder was eminent since the moment
of my birth
How come no one stopped me?
Is it really true that they could not see?
Or is it possible that the intense presence
of a soul’s murder
would allow the witnesses to be free?
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So
Life isn’t all you thought it would be
And all that you’ve done up to now
Has become a mystery
To unfold
Like a napkin sitting on a dinner table
You have the desire to do so much
But you don’t feel able
So
Your tears didn’t send anyone to the rescue
And you are sick of feeling sad and blue
Your back is up against the wall
And you don’t know what to do
So
You feel all alone
In this journey that you must take
And you are quite unsure
About the decisions that you must make
Yet
There is an Answer
To every dilemma that you face
And you don’t have to go anywhere
To reach that certain place
That you’ve searched for
As far back as you can remember
The Answer
Has been there all the time
All you need to do is
Surrender
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Rosalind Shavers Poem
As the dew glistens
on the sun drenched grass
And the ducks glide on the soft, cool lake
while viewing their reflection
in nature's mirror
The winds emit a solo of an hearty hello
and delivers an everlasting
kiss on the leaves' lips,
quenching their thirst for a refreshing breeze
We are greeted with a day ostentatious in the beholder's eye
while birds and bees
go about their morning chores
busying themselves with the task of obstinate reverence
I hear nature whisper
an almost inaudible plea
'Please sit in my beauty
and awesome presence
and take a precious moment
to bask in me.'
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Rosalind Shavers Poem
I wish Summer winds
Would blow all through the year
And warm me minute by minute
To dry the tears of my soul
I wish Summer winds
Were not restricted to one season per year
Why does it have to feel cold
Because the sun is on vacation?
I wish Summer winds
Were capped in a bottle
To be released
Just in time for Winter
Let the leaves change colors in Autumn
Let the birds fly South
Let the bees produce honey
Inside of Spring’s mouth
Let the pond, ice over
For skaters far and near
But please give me Summer winds
Every day of the year.
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As the rain showers the land
and the flowers and grass
stand hand in hand
As birds take a bath
in nature's tears
and butterflies scurry
to avoid certain snares
Like a boat's sail
the wind guides the rain
to strategically find its place
on a window pane
and when it's all said and done
Rain has a name.
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As the rose died
the petals fell away from the stem
like tears
Graceful, subtle tears
Soft, delicate petals
scented with the sweetest fragrance
Dropping like dew
in the morning
Allowing the living things
to smell its last breath
While hanging on to the life
that remained
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