RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stepping and rhythmically flowing with music, my 85 year
old friend, getting into the beauty of it's rhythm.

Gathering up her courage, dancing in front of the crowd,
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Joyfully writing, eating biker delectable foods, filling
my stomach with real food and my mind with thoughts.

A genuine delight all the way around, here at Buddy's,
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Straight and narrow, following destiny's path while
walking with fate.

Everlasting essence being filled interiorly, having
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Knowing how much other people are missing by not being
here, feeling sorry for them, however, it doesn't stop
me from enjoying myself and having fun.
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Reaching into the atmosphere, touching upon meanings
of life as it pertains to each of us in turn.

Looking into our minds, reaching conclusions, forming
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Clocks ticking, tocking, rocking to tunes of music,
giving us pleasurable feelings as we sit here doing
a variety of things.
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A small town Jersey girl, being raised in Arizona
starting at age eleven, leaving the garden state
of New Jersey behind for it's barren, stark desert
of Arizona.
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Finding many interesting people here at Buddy's, a friend
of ours, a photographer, who plays pool with my husband,
is, working at this event, taking pictures for newspapers.
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Trying to find reason through love, yet there is
never any logic to be found.

A temporary fantasy soon run aground, being with
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Speaking of funny episodes in life through lyrics
of music.

Climbing and soaring above effervescent clouds,
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