RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lively anticipated melodies pouring into the atmosphere, secluding interior thoughts to be displayed in areas of
hidden desires of writing.
Quaintly portraying life the way it was in days of
younger maturity.
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Living an existential life during philosophies being
exacted today as I sit here contemplating what I
think and how.
What is life? What is it's reason for meaning anything
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Being a musician, playing lilting carrying melodies
above heads of audiences.
Tantalizing ears with quiet notes of splendor while
beating staccotoely, rhythms of innocent poetry.
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Running through walks filled with roses, catching their
thorns as I pass by.
Thrilling to life's barrel full of fun, always ahead,
running away so it may stay full for all time.
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A man of integrity and full of life, musically enjoying
getting up and dancing to his heart's content.
Always laughing, full of fun, oblivious to sadness when
with his many friends, talking and reminiscing.
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Talent comes in many splendid colors, arranged in
rainbows, filled with various ages.
Different aspects shine multi-hued commitments
into every nation and nationality.
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Watching elderly couples dance to old time music,
light on their feet, stepping and turning to the
beat of each song.
Swaying, swirling, suddenly hitting my mind with
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Smiles on faces of sorrow, full of glistening tears,
flowing.
Feelings always seem to touch us when we least expect
them, yet they twist and grab us inside out.
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Waiting on shores alongside ocean waves, taking in
breath-taking walls of water falling and crashing
beneath our eye's sight.
Watching foam and droplets of water dance about,
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Twilight gleaming over this mind, portraying beauty of
darkness under small moonbeams.
Capturing imagination in a fishing net, throwing it
upon a ship's deck, watching as it spreads and grows
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