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Best Poems Written by Rosalind Shavers

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Quintessential Woman

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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Remembering Rosa Parks

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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Existentialism

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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Ode To Maya Angelou

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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Murder of My Soul

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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The Morning Dew

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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Rain Has a Name

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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Last Breath of a Rose

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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In Search of Me

On a cold, summer day
in a desolate, dry land
deserted by a forest who thought too highly of itself
to be associated with such a place
Travailing on a journey
what I'd like to call 'My Wilderness Experience'
without knowing in which direction I should travel
looking back, remembering, yet perplexed
with the inability to see from whence the journey began
In pursuit of the promise
an existence flowing with hopes and dreams realized
My perseverance is plagued with disparity
The day seems dark and the night traps the star's light
allowing its illumination to be arrested on its descent to earth, Jupiter, and Mars
I scream
No one comes, no echo, the sound is swallowed by the cracks in the surface of 
fear
My heart beats with thumps of indignation
the blood thins in my veins
My tongue and lips are joined as one
in a plot of sweet revenge
My mind begins to sunder
into plains and valleys
Chimerical to the naked eye
Humorous to the haughty
Continuing my journey while contemplating, anticipating, my long awaited arrival.

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The Visible Secret

You look into my eyes
But you don’t see my pain
I have a secret
That is visible to the naked eye
But you choose to glance at me
As you pass by
You choose to ignore the huge sign
Sprawled across my face
Echoed in my words
Don’t pretend that you don’t know
You don’t want to know
Too afraid that the pain is contagious
The visible secret
Is so visible
Stop
Listen
See
Acknowlege me and my secret