RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Look around, I am here, I am there, yet you cannot
see me, however everywhere you look I will be there
with you.
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Open up your minds and let me roam around in your
thoughts, loving to stir intellects and minds of
others with poetry.
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Fingering reality that comes through musical rhythms
mathematically, enjoying it's absolute equations, al-
ways amounting to correct answers.
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Sitting here in a corner of the world, a mere poet,
not many knowing me personally, yet knowing more
about me than those who do know me.
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Life has been no bed of roses, only their thorns, having
lost love and life before, regaining it and living through
turmoil and suffering of experiences after that also.
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There's something about a good looking man on a summer
evening, standing before me tempting and alluring all
desires within to be quenched by him.
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Revving up energy of my mind through rhythms and
music, touching upon notes as they flow like poetry
from within intellect.
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Consummating life with the death of it's space in time,
having had experiences fully engaged throughout the
years of strife and turmoil, joy and suffering.
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Lifting this heart into outer atmospheres when you look
at me lovingly, whispering I love you in my ear, it's
sound tickling and filling me with a childish glee.
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Hearing triumphant joy entering music as it slides into
my mind, giving an assortment of ideas to write from.

Seeing nature in the background, silently watching what
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