RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Fires of passion growing and expanding in a twilight
evening, giving a reflection of sanity that brings us
closer.
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Taking timely rhythms into hidden spheres where this poet
can feel their meanings and definitions as they unfold in-
to an interior universe.
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Riding sidesaddle into depths of an evening bliss,
sensing the energy as it hides out of sight, not
wanting to be found out.
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Reasoning and logic effervescently capturing minds in
realms of poetical rhythms as they're being written in-
to journals for future words in a song.
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Just twirling in this joint filled with rhythms, where every
one dances and finds that memories are being made in fabrics
of rhythmic musical interludes.
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Expressing dislike for drugs, not ever wanting to use
any of them, but alas, with all the surgeries being
done throughout the years taking some.
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Drumming along rhythms and a fiddle, entertaining and creating
crowds of people, sadness played on a violin, awakening many
interior thoughts, ideas and concepts all waiting their turns.
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Rhapsodies filling hallways of life, giving new directions
in experiences of living as we grow and mature into reason-
able adults, at least that's what's hoped for.
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Running faster into the night, wanting to be delivered
from a boring environment that gives no pleasure at all,
rhythms overtaking them in modest tempos of liveliness.
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Resting in an ebony darkness as evening keeps moving forward
in time, unleashing reasons that have been in hiding because
ghost riders don't take to company very well.
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