RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Raising voices in a pure energy of glory as God listens and enjoys a heavenly voice of a great and wonderful singer here on earth.

A tidy, neat way of energizing people listening intently, never tiring of hearing her singing because she's dedicated to the Holy Spirit and God, singing religiously at karaoke entertaining one and all.
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Soul kicking about stardust left upon the ground from another time that has now passed and become obsolete.
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Always climbing trees when young and precocious, loving to, hang and drop down to the ground, much like sky diving from a plane above.

Clouds floating overhead unrestricted, feeling freedom of falling and hitting the ground, climbing up again, repeating this favorite thing even though being girls, keeping up our games until our teens.
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Thoughts telescoping into the atmosphere of other dimensions, filled with images on a photographic memory.

Tossing and turning, always biting the bullet until able to listen and write poetry to musical rhythms.
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Songs of love so gently and tenderly being sung from a heart that's been caught in the web of a love so deep and inspiring, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Being held gingerly in melodies of expression, feelings and emotions always being whispered into the dawning of a brand new day.
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Being recognized by flat notes being sung, while their rhythms continue to flow through life, inspiring and giving life to interior prayers of loving to sing.

Romanticizing rhythms in lines of poetry, no longer afraid of being oneself in the presence of friends who applaud and stay together in musical rhythms each Wednesday night.
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Solitude and an ebony darkness entering rhythms being found among shadows of yesterday, finding soothing melodies that will continue to arrive.

Many measures of songs to be sung in this life, not to be left on sidelines of what's been reflected in mirror images seeming to last through an eternity that will not let go, only holding onto the essence of a future life.
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Living to tell stories of a past that was filled with joy, happiness and a great share in the sorrow and sadness of loss and the grief that somehow comes through.

Not wanting to be left alone, always taking us in through tears of our hearts, not taking no for an answer, needing to go and experience the heartache along with the joy.
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Violin playing like a fiddle picking up tunes with an enticing and lively rhythm that blesses each and every measure of time, life, and humanity here on earth.

Realizing and taking hold of it totally as the band plays on, capturing and captivating each of us here tonight with a reason for being alive in measures of music.
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An old familiar song from the past now being sung by a young man, not quite singing the melody all the way through.
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