RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Merrily swinging in time with musical beats of talent,
exercising daily without recrimination or disuse.
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Little ones, innocent, beautiful, taking in the world as it is,
without a filter to help them recognize right from wrong.
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Instigating freedom of boundaries, relieving inner pressure
with throwing rules and orders out into space.
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Kicking pebbles down streets of fantasy, languishing in
peaceful adoration at everything I see along the way.
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Stomping tiredly on paths of events, culminating in areas
of the brain, striving to enter into atmosphere's of serenity.
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Breaking moments in life touch us grievously,
taking our breath away for periods of time.
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Positively amused with quirks of reality as they wiggle
and worm their ways into life's ever-changing puzzles.
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Strongly anticipating inner decor being rearranged to suit
musical, artistic needs for life-giving solitude.
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Sordid affairs merge in thought, creating a pot of
interruption to calmly felt emotions.
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Diversity, the diverse hoax of the twentieth and twentieth first
centuries.

A haze, a cover-up of unsurpassed proportions, being played again
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