RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing strong, not being pushed around, having an inner strength that has been building through time and many measures of abuse in this life.

No more, it will not happen anymore, for this woman has risen from the shame and embarrassment another has caused in this life.
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Life having meaning and reasons to be in an entire sign of rhythms as they rise and fall within.

Like ocean waves being righted and sailing into the sunset, heading towards another dimension beyond this world.
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Songs being sung by a voice continually flattening out the sound of notes, others trying to drown him out, but still he keeps on going.

Mounting his steed of music as he wind into vacant spaces of another thought process, being left in a spacious room with death playing and singing those flat notes always.
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Dreaming of another landscape that keeps a heart decorated in its essence through the years, noting that reality has come about once again.

Never losing the magic and promise of a time past, separating as in one final swoop, our hearts terminated in the reality of who we are, letting go of it all and moving into the past. also.
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Bouncing rhythms lively and entertaining, explicit and lovely in the circles of notes as they're tossed around in the wonder of a life that has to boogie day and night, nothing else will do.

Promenading down interior streets of a long-range love under the moon, walking along, never suspecting anything at all when suddenly being face to face with someone who loves you.
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Traipsing all over the world while sitting in an armchair, mind enjoying an imaginational joy of subconsciousness as many portraits of what will be seen in each of them.

Selecting the most beautiful and enticing environment in a mind, intellect taking every scenic view into a wonderful scenery of what may be one day be reality in a poem.
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Sounding like thunder billowing into a quiet night, slowing down into a silent current of a river that turns up out of nowhere.

Rescuing an interior spiritual life from evil and corruption that's been filling this world, smiles having been erased by politically correct people with hatred in their hearts.
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Crystals of love and life rising in a sunrise each morning, a vitality of rhythms calling to solitude as it lies down in pools of euphoria.

Feeling the weight of years falling from these shoulders as crystals bluened by the Divine are dwelling within a moment of endearment in this life sometimes.
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Mind focusing on the future, delving into aspects of its destiny that takes its time in melodies of chance.

Designing omens of a lifetime in chance moments that flow along rhythms as they find their way out onto the floor.
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Vulnerable, gentle imagery coming together in music that moves slowly into your soul, not wanting to take your heart, afraid to crush your spirit accidentally.

Not wanting to be the one who deserts you, walking away before your heart thinks it has a chance with this cheating man.
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