RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Formulating inarticulate speech, mind full of jargon
and incomplete sentences.
A soliloquy, patronizing, full, replete, addressing
no public figures nor humanity's inquisitors.
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Sandy feelings grinding against me as waves crash
beneath the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, New
Jersey.
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Noticing every little sound and image as a baseball
game participates without me.
Hearing bats crack as players hit balls, crowds
screaming into thin, cooled air without a trace of
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Whipping out honky tonk blues, twisting
and turning them onto the dance floor
where all can see and participate.
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Blanketing everything in so many beautiful justifications
of living in a freedom of joyful anticipation, coming into
junctions of eternal beauty.
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Inner tangents being smoothed like glass with water flowing
constantly over them.

Portraying intrepid sights of noncommittal, while holding
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Selecting tones from amongst rhythms being played intensely
inside this mind, creating ideas to help mankind in the long
run, hoping to manufacture many wonderful things hiding from
within.
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Wandering pathways of shyness, wondering how it came about
and lasted this far into adulthood.

Always having wanted to be out going and the life of the
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Riding waves of ocean rhythms, beckoning all manner of euphemisms, while burying thought in energetic blocks
of space and time.
Entering all phases of beauty and resigning self to
outer thoughts as they arrange themselves in rows of picturesque landscapes, being ridden on horseback
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