RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Meeting, talking, playing games of love without ever
touching one another, telling secrets of your heart
and soul, somehow getting me to tell you mine.
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Writing, forging into intellect, rhythms soaring in my
mind, leaving the world behind, looking to destiny for
another route out of the ordinary.
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Totally free and spiritual, writing to my heart's
content, loving rhythm's beats falling into intell-
ect.
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Echoes of life are smiling as they dance to rhythms
of an interior motion, giving of self in excitement
and beauty of intellect.
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Thinking filling me exquisitely, with positive attitudes
and enjoyable moods, taking me totally into another dim-
ension.
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Listlessly turning from beacons of hope,
depressed for short moments in life,
so I may write about them without falling
prey to their unanticipated tears along
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Rocking needlessly into beds of garden beauty,
taking in it's rainbow colors with scented
visions of tomorrow.
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Dancing into realms of talented musicians as they reverberate
internally, shaking loose, thoughts too shy to come out into
the open on their own.
Finding locations in puzzling rhymes, edging out mistakes made
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Integrating happiness into years of sadness is necessary
to balance life so it won't end in an untimely manner.
Sitting on the circumference, looking over, waiting for
just the right nanosecond to take a solution in hand
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Dedicated minds reserved for talented people,
innately attuned to wisdom's side streets,
beguiling grey matter with novel dimensions.
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