RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Watching, seeing elderly people enjoying themselves tremendously, dancing and listening to blissful music.
Waltzing moments of time into future horizons of beyond.
Taking life in stride, holding onto friends and family with renewed strength in everyday attempts at normalcy.
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Watching life form around people, beckoning them
to attend to their innate natures in God's name.

Calmly searching for meaning in every aspect of
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Renegade gathering, filled with those who love Harleys and/or motorcycles for their excitement and fervor for the good ol' USA.
Strong American ties, saturating youth with freedom and belonging, holding on to life-long traditions in spite of deteriorating aspects of illegals infiltrating our peaceful and decent nation.
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Drumming to an inner rhythm, taking over life giving essences with powdery blue energy.
Sating every fiber of being with an extra particle of beauty and factors of writing.
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Records of the past play in my mind, bringing images back to the forefront, designing new environments to begin again.
Handling everything with moody dispositions, figuring out destiny in portals of time.
Cascading along, traveling in many directions, according to whims of fate.
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Clouds moving across the sky,
meeting up with others drifting along.
Gathering their skirts,
forming a newly-made rain storm in flight.
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Death seeks me out, but I pray not yet, I still have several important things to start or finish.
Tapping on my mind's windows, reminding me of their presence, not wanting me to forget they're there.
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