RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Crossing my mind, searching perpendicular patterns and designs being placed juxtapositionally in arrangements of literal compositions.
Wanting to rearrange them, touching each particle with hands of my mind and placing them in perfect orders of timely moments, reserved for future ideals and placed always in my soul, forever etched in the interior of it's mind.
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Shaking notes, falling into rhythms, bringing melodic beauty to photographic pictures of thought.
Total recall slowly has returned and once again I can write from it's total essence in peaceful joy.
Beating rhythms, holding my mind in anticipation of poetry beginning to form within and being written at the nib of this pen on paper.
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Being reminded daily of how precious little time we have to live our lives here on earth.
Not wanting to waste any moment at hand, always reaching for every opportunity that I can locate.
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Racking thoughts like cue balls and hitting them into pockets of wisdom, catching them on particles of nature.
Combining and creating a diverse game of literate prose to play with on boring days.
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Looking around a sterile waiting room for some sign of human touches.
Only thing is a few magazines on a glass table.
No pictures hanging on the walls, no colorful hues painted anywhere - all is dark - nondescript.
Yet, the doctor is intelligent, creative, wonderful, a joy in all respects and a gentleman besides.
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Careening down pathways of musical ability, enjoying it's freedom as I soar into melodies of the soul.
Grasping edges of rhythms, I feel and play to my heart's content.
Satisfied with an innate energy, keeping me swaying with agility and grace on every horizon.
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Measuring life in moments of strife and suffering, folding under it's pressures, searching for something more to encompass creativity for a spell.
Rigorously, intermittently, pausing for a rest, deciding along the way how to fulfill life's purposes without leaving any ill-effects.
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Winds of difference are gusting through the atmosphere, carrying with them tides of rhythm.
Emptying stress from within as peaceful serenity begins to fill my soul with fulfillment.
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Language of musical creativity, furtively takes over, rendering explicit beauty of poetry.
Flowing, ever untangled, over all aspects of humanity, saturating it with a calmness of purpose.
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Reflections characterizing images of unknown times before being born.
Tentatively touching aspects of heart-felt emotion as it filters through eternity and sits within my mind, becoming an innate knowing that I cannot deny.
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