RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Suddenly rhythms are popping throughout the night, exciting people's senses, trying to bring about sensations that will be emptied in many sentences or meanings.

Hoping to be a firecracker in the midst of a crowd of musicians as they rant and rave in depths of emotional measures of music as rhythms are being the light of this mere poet's life.
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People settle down at times, not wanting to do anything or go anywhere, just wanting to stay home day in and day out in years of love that never really mattered at all.

They couldn't be bothered with that mushy stuff; this poet always turned from it, not being able to believe in love, for to this mere poet it doesn't nor has it ever lived in this poet's world.
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Salsa playing on the other side of the Italian Club, everyone dancing and having a great time.

Energy going through the roof, people having fun, smiling and laughing while never missing a step upon the dance floor.
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Listening to voices as they sing intensely into the microphone, getting people to open up and sing with them.

Often taking time to move into the karaoke circles of music and its rhythms, finding an exhilaration in its midst.
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Staccato rhythms letting loose an interior freedom being felt inside, not waiting to let it die down, needing to move right into a meeting of minds as voices come together, wanting the same thing, going for it fully in this very moment.

An enlightening feeling of discovery as rhythms continue bringing the beauty and wonder being built up in tracks of happiness and joy, a sense of approval being celebrated.
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Melodies of inner perfection being counted in the middle of a twilight evening, sneaking up and into the glimmering starlight above where thoughts sometimes gather.

There being collected like roses for a bouquet to give to a loved one, bringing a smile to a person who's eluded love so far, being afraid of heartache and sorrow.
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People being taught right from wrong, doing their best, but not always doing so.

Ragged edges of love and compassion are not always confirmed in another's soul.
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Mind reciting silently while listening to music, words flowing into measures of this poetical being incessantly.

Watching and allowing feelings and emotions to fill these blue, green, gray eyes with tears being fulfilled from past memories.
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Walking into a midnight storm earlier than usual, mind locating tones of life that entice rhythmic vibrations of beauty and enlightenment.

Blending perfectly together, watching and listening as mind and intellect come together in a magical playland of meaning and a peaceful recognition of another dimension.
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An interior memory follows neural passages, touching upon synapses that are constantly being fulfilled in and through an enticing energy.

Filling every particle of being with an intense stillness and purpose of knowledge being touched upon, allowing music to go beyond the norm.
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