RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Solitude and an ebony darkness entering rhythms being found among shadows of yesterday, finding soothing melodies that will continue to arrive.

Many measures of songs to be sung in this life, not to be left on sidelines of what's been reflected in mirror images seeming to last through an eternity that will not let go, only holding onto the essence of a future life.
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Living to tell stories of a past that was filled with joy, happiness and a great share in the sorrow and sadness of loss and the grief that somehow comes through.

Not wanting to be left alone, always taking us in through tears of our hearts, not taking no for an answer, needing to go and experience the heartache along with the joy.
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Violin playing like a fiddle picking up tunes with an enticing and lively rhythm that blesses each and every measure of time, life, and humanity here on earth.

Realizing and taking hold of it totally as the band plays on, capturing and captivating each of us here tonight with a reason for being alive in measures of music.
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An old familiar song from the past now being sung by a young man, not quite singing the melody all the way through.
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Song of what a man expects of a woman, neglecting the facts of life and love, ignoring her needs and wants, expecting his own to be met.

It just doesn't work like that, it has to be mutual and equally shared all through life, keeping up love and what a woman needs and wants or else you'll be sleeping on the couch.
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Loving the fresh air here in Phoenix, Arizona, hot and yet comfortable, not yet summer.

Clouds scattered about a blue sky, air currents gently sending them northward, moving at a pretty steady pace.
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Women when young develop dreams of the future depending on the experiences they have when family goes on trips and outings together.

Seeing things that most men don't see or understand, wanting to change and/or alter the old to make it better and more advantageous for more people than ever.
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Living in a state of another dimension, mind opened wide, music releasing feelings that want to escape, soaring into the heavens, asking for God to be put at this poet's side.

Nothing can drag this poet down, no one behind or under-standing in this temporary life, just an amazing life on earth, an innate talent to keep on going in spite of hardships.
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Light and airy sounds of music, tending to intense feelings of purpose that must be finished in order to go down destiny's pathway and onto a heavenly sense of birth.

Feeling the beauty and significance of humanity and being human, believing in God and feeling close to Him, especially through difficult circumstances.
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Wandering, roaming down roads of life, enjoying nature along the way, sensing intuitively, blessings coming from God daily.

Watching and discovering the energy of life, loving innate knowledge and wisdom as it comes intensely from within subconsciousness incessantly.
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