RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rhythmically thinking, patterns and designs of sadness
forming themselves thoroughly, giving room and space
for tears that are continually falling, filling my mind.
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Singing this song for all those of you who have or are
serving our country selflessly and honestly.

A tribute to you from the hearts of We the People, now
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Listening intently to a melody being played in honor of
Elton John, here tonight at Pranksters II, always with
us in the rhythms of this anthem.
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Sitting in the dark, candles lit, showing us the way
as music of Elton John fills the atmosphere around us.

Continuing the effort, taking a stand, giving to our
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Wringing notes from melodies being played by Benny and
the Jets, striking our minds with effervescent chords,
tabulating measures as each one touched intellect.
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Riding the train into an ebony darkness, clacking down
tracks, following whatever direction it's taking, not
caring at all what lies ahead.
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Minor sounds filtering through the night, rapidly finding
their way into intellect, hovering, giving a mystique
that finds it's way brilliantly into spaces effervescently
lighting this mind.
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Striving to move ahead despite the hardships and turmoil
heaped upon this earth through evil ones.

We honor those who watch over and protect us through the
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Remembering the past and walking through the desert in
an early morning, going to school alone.

Listening to music on my portable transistor radio, my
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Honey tonking in the evening, beating to the rhythm
of a drum, as it keeps pace with a piano and guitar,
filling me with vibrations of enticement.
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