RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Enjoying the beating of a rhythm as it enfolds everyone in it's grasp, holding on for dear life, penetrating etudes, crawling along on tightropes of agility.
Belonging only to it's grip on mind-bending skates of eternal measures of beauty.
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Silencing habits from within as I travel down streets of routine.
Likely wisdom falling at my feet, never injuring my soul, as I write whatever I feel at any given moment in time.
So happy to penetrate the english language with innate intelligence and joy at it's presence within.
Never lacking in words to express what goes on in the reality of my mind and soul.
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Medallions, patches, pins, parading around Buddy Stubbs on vests of proud chests.
Smiling, talking, looking through the crowd for a familiar face to greet and pass the time of day.
Eating, drinking, enjoying the band and loitering through the day.
An event full of good times and friends - new and old.
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Finding memories spinning around, flying off of ceiling fans and onto floors of dirt and dust.
Completely cornering decisive motions, enveloping all ideas as they protrude from evenings calamities.
Touching picturesque visions with each moment of factual information.
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Taking hold of yesterday's thoughts that I had placed in books of ideas for future use, and placing them in literate words of poems.
Enjoying the glee and serenity filling me as I do so.
Cradling feelings tenderly alongside of today, making explanations and truths alight from within.
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Partaking in life's happiness, walking along routes unknown on earthly shores.
Silently joining others at times, touching soul to soul, meeting of minds through music and prayer.
Journeying through myriad varieties of suffering and joy, alighting on moments of natural highs and frills.
Taking steps towards eternity, hoping to make it there in one piece at the end.
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Carrying hope in packages of youth, taking their time as they wind through avenues of circumstance, taking always - the high roads over untrodden land.
Taking intuition and verve to unknown heights of glory, testing pathways of reality, making sure they lead to joy at times of need and blessings.
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Asking questions, wanting to place answers in poems so I may read and understand everything I can in life.
Constructing new venues to think among and steering myself into volumes of music.
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Backstage Crew, a live band at Buddy Stubbs, playing all the songs I love to hear.
A wonderful time for a musician like me to listen and write unending poetry.
Listening with every sense, tasting notes, feeling them in my soul, seeing them through colorful visions, touching them with my mind, bringing everything thoughtful to fruition.
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Being the same place it's been for the last seven years I've been coming here, yet it's different - no longer holding any purpose in my life now that friends have gone away.
Memories hurt and scar my mind with once close friendships now gone, having abandoned me to the wayside in tomorrow's exiled life.
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