RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Steady beats walking alongside a wandering, meandering poet, loving having lived in the peacefulness that always came through musical rhythms.

Standing off to the center, watching as life scattered pieces of its puzzle in all directions, finding shadows that followed it everywhere.
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Recollections of life that once meant so much through the years, touching this heart with yours, filled with such a gentle and delicate love that never escaped us.

All these years together have kept it vibrant and alive, nothing ever coming between us, our hearts silently beating as one, no matter the circumstances or situations.
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Lengthy roads through a lifetime, being followed in many rhythms of music lighting the way down twilighted rays of the moon and starlight shining down from the heavens.

Looking and having promises to live by all through the years, banjos strumming tales of an old-time melody that continues
to beat its steady rhythms.
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Raising voices in a pure energy of glory as God listens and enjoys a heavenly voice of a great and wonderful singer here on earth.

A tidy, neat way of energizing people listening intently, never tiring of hearing her singing because she's dedicated to the Holy Spirit and God, singing religiously at karaoke entertaining one and all.
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Soul kicking about stardust left upon the ground from another time that has now passed and become obsolete.
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Always climbing trees when young and precocious, loving to, hang and drop down to the ground, much like sky diving from a plane above.

Clouds floating overhead unrestricted, feeling freedom of falling and hitting the ground, climbing up again, repeating this favorite thing even though being girls, keeping up our games until our teens.
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Thoughts telescoping into the atmosphere of other dimensions, filled with images on a photographic memory.

Tossing and turning, always biting the bullet until able to listen and write poetry to musical rhythms.
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Songs of love so gently and tenderly being sung from a heart that's been caught in the web of a love so deep and inspiring, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Being held gingerly in melodies of expression, feelings and emotions always being whispered into the dawning of a brand new day.
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Being recognized by flat notes being sung, while their rhythms continue to flow through life, inspiring and giving life to interior prayers of loving to sing.

Romanticizing rhythms in lines of poetry, no longer afraid of being oneself in the presence of friends who applaud and stay together in musical rhythms each Wednesday night.
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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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