RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lethargically moving in time with a slow-paced rhythm,
helping me to lay back and relax.

All doubts and insincerity left behind in a bog where
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Influential environment here in Dr. S's. office,
knowing it's because of his persona, filling
the atmosphere with the genius of his being.
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Feelings of fame are getting ever stronger, moving up
closer to my mind, unenticed by me.

Flowing through lines of poetry, imagined more often,
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Inspiration coming at me from every side through
senses of being and living.

Trailing through angel dust, lying on floors of
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Singing intelligently into the mike, taking us farther
into twilight, picking up rhythms and adjusting the
lifelines of our times here.
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Riding into the sunrise on my favorite horse,
a stallion, black as ebony nights in the
desert.
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Staring at a disco ball in the reflection of a
restaurant window, slowly turning, looking so
lonely in the darkened night.
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Out of necessity, going out tonight, just to get my
fix of music at karaoke.

Feeling right at home, everyone saying hi, having
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Racing through the evening, watching rhythms of the
day quiet down and relax me.

Often I can't settle down and my body stresses out,
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Ready to slip into the night, time to disappear and
give in to the sandman.
Ducking into back alleys, finding my way back home,
taking time and not hurrying.
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