RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Patterns careening into one another, creating newly
found ideas and thoughts grammatically.

Starkly anticipating wisdom to flow from a pen while
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Touching life so effortlessly, making a difference in
how one feels, songs are generated by music of long
ago, as a gentleman named Howard plays his keyboard
for us all.
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Silent telling beckoning interiorly, hinting at
sadness, hiding just inside my mind, wanting to
be dealt with, but right now I can't.
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Bubbling from within, an extra facet of life is
brought to the surface.

Floating slowly in the atmosphere, drifting with
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Looking down hallways of memories framed in pictures,
belonging to Dr. S.

A fascinating repertoire, depicting a vanity of
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Insurance companies not wanting to move into this
new century of medical advancement.

Afraid that patients will get healthy, cured and
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Highways of fortune travel always away from me on
routes of their own.
Traipsing on shoulders along the side, walking in
poverty in times of need.
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Sunsets of emptiness always before me in abundant
hues of golden roses and orange, yellowed with the
setting of suns on evening shores.
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Clarinets musically playing my mind's ear, addressing
it's rhythm interiorly.
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