RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking over my shoulder, remembering the past, holding onto it's truths so I can progress in the future to where I'm supposed to be.
A common ground between yesterday and tomorrow, able to walk back and forth across it, holding the pictures of memory in my soul, forever.
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Shaking voice, singing through her heart's love of music.
An adorable woman, not afraid to show her age through her voice.
Singing out with a vibrant joy, allowing her to state notes in a melodic composition.
A truly gifted woman, getting on in years with a voice, golden to God's ears.
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Wondering at the intense dreams befalling me, sending pleasurable vibes up and down my soul.
Inside, being filled with hopes and beauty sent through my guardian angel.
Minueting around the room, dancing into the heart of many splendid dreams, abounding in edges of every wakeful vision.
Suddenly seeing myself accepting the Nobel Peace Prize in front of millions of people across the world.
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Silence stilling my mind, then like magic, I'm writing of things that I'm hearing through songs and rhythms being played by Storm.
Steady, balanced, totally in synch with thinking, etching words into my mind and feelings in my heart.
Precious moments spent in songs of the sixties.
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Sleeping eyes belie the wakefulness of the mind and soul where life begins and molds our futures.
All perceptions are founded in them and shape who we are within.
Grateful for their guidance, I pray that they always remain open to God's eternal love.
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Stamping feet, clapping hands, in time with rhythms rocking the house to it's foundation.
Solid, going about the room, smiling and laughing with elation.
No turning back to another page, only moving forward at record speed.
Voice holding up the song with beautiful tones and precise timing and tempo.
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Looking over an inner rainbow, seeing joyful music coming my way.
Beautiful notes and tones escalating and carrying me into atmosphere's of belief and faith, awaiting my arrival.
Tenderly, solidly touching rhythm on the head, lifting me higher into realms of spirituality.
Blessed moments, weaving their way serenely into my inner voice of poetical talent.
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Placing self in the midst of an environment, in synch with rhythm's fitting my soul.
Happy, filled with an essence, giving passion for my writing.
Loving every dimension being elicited into realms of subconsciousness, to be dealt in hands of poetical verses.
Never at a loss, always writing in serenity.
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Solid patterns are forming as they circle my mind, picturing intricate designs on photographic screens.
Coming alive, twisting and turning, lighting space and filling in colorful hues of the rainbow.
All of it giving intellect new directions to follow, into outer limits beyond our scope of vision.
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