RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Nighttime has time for another song beneath the moon and heavenly starlight, shining down upon lovers young and old, hand in hand, strolling along.

Hugs and kisses flying back and forth with rhythms flowing and following couples down romantic pathways throughout the night.
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A duo sitting in a corner of the cafe, strumming their precious guitars for the crowd tonight, rhythms being played in dimensions of a lively new universe.

One that never disappears into daylight, capturing, captivating and teasing imaginations of those we love to be with and entertained by.
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Rocking away, then being interrupted by curious onlookers wanting to know what it is this mere poet is writing.

Mind walking down lanes in the past, hoping to reconnect with those who were part of life right in the midst of a place called home.
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Melodies being picked up quickly and running away with them faster and faster, never any delays while following rhythms in many measures of music.

Always thinking in notes as they're stirred in the beauty of an inner curiosity that climbs ever higher, wanting to know and find out everything in this life.
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Looking deeply within, not knowing how much time this mere poet has left on this sunsetical shore.

A never-ending story of near-death throughout life, yet living fully in moments so lovingly and deeply.
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Two gentle male voices singing together, touching hearts in their melodies of time and love in the past.

Reaching across the years, allowing time to melt away, not thinking, just remembering days of old.
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Melodies racing forth, nothing to stop them from rocking down the steps of yesterday, keeping on the tracks, whistle blowing full blast, living in a moment of thoughts.

Sensing alarms of someone as they sit and wait for the train to pull into the station, hearing that whistle blowing, going faster and faster, moving into the present, dreaming of the delight as it stops on time.
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Songs being sung, wanting to be together through thick and thin, finding measures of rhythms have a way of en-livening the soul, and lifting it towards heaven and God.

A final journey being taken down long roads of a sunsetical horizon as it looms closer and closer, living in the twilight of another dimension of the future.
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Looking behind the men playing guitar and singing, a wooden symbol of our flag, its stars and stripes reaching out to everyone.

Showing us that freedom and our nation still belong to we American citizens only, feeling a peaceful entity of God above standing with us against evil and corruption.
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Twilight masking the future, hiding things that will be coming to take away the evil that has been wrought, not only here in the U.S., but all across the world.

Waves of reflection shine upon those of us who won't join the people fighting against goodness and blessings from above.
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