RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Ratcheting rhythms circling, taking place interiorly and
always having a really great time here at Buddy Stubbs
on a Saturday morning.
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Looking about inwardly, seeing many important ideas
merging with innate knowledge, putting them together,
and acknowledging their worth.
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Having come to a crossroads in life, deciding to create a
new pathway for the future, concentrating wholly on poetry
and music - the marketing of it all.
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Getting completely in the midst of rhythms, letting them
take a person far from reality, no longer wanting to give
of self to traitors in disguise.
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Feelings are fickle at times, yet for the most part they're
true to their cause, listening to music, feelings being
found within, even in depths of hidden corners.
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Early morning motorcycle ride, enjoying hair flying, wind
in the face, a glorious feeling of freedom and liberty
flying interiorly as well.
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Looking back, remembering when being seventeen and all the
situations gone through, knowing now in later years that
never wanting to be seventeen again is what I'd wish for.
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Life is a troubling event at times with so many experiences
both good and bad, not wanting any of it, just leaning to-
wards being a hermit.
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Watching trees moving in all directions, wind doing what it
pleases as morning has grown and spread into an affable
afternoon.
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Being alive is just not enough anymore, expecting, wishing,
wanting to go beyond possibilities of the impossible, trigger-
ing ideas and concepts that erupt like a volcano.
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