RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Resting upon aging laurels, listening to an upbeat song being sung by a gentleman with a great voice.
Getting everyone to join in and smile.
Jotting down words from his memory, filling our heads with humorous laughter.
Being joyful and taking us all on a ride through rhythm and humor, making everyone have a great time at the Wagon Yard.
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Tripping tonight, finding pathways leading out of life,
wanting to explore and find out what's beyond the turn
ahead.
Wondering what sorts of treasures would be found and
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Wishful thinking, always singing
about getting or being rich.
Wanting to live leisurely with no
worries to mar the years ahead.
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Violins playing, making me feel good, filling me with joy and love.
Taking my senses into another world - one of my imagination.
A fascinating journey into another dimension where no one can follow unless I lead them through my poetry.
A lifetime passion, fulfilled every waking hour.
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Intense peace filling my mind as I write, taking in stride, everything I see before me.
A sadness emptying my heart, creating a void, a hole, that no matter how much I write, it never will get filled.
Keeping me on edges of consciousness, aware of only what is going on within me.
Taking solace, practicing bereavement through all hours of the day, hoping to somehow reach an agreement with myself.
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Reading people as I sit and watch all that goes on, describing feelings and attitudes as they appear in my mind.
Writing adjacently, behaviors come into view readily and shine light upon every thought that fits into a vision of the people I see.
Poetry calls everything briefly into itself, falling in line with what I write.
Tears and sorrow inevitably come from between each line without being realized until they cascade down waterfalls of truth and honesty in life's environment.
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