RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Whipping out honky tonk blues, twisting
and turning them onto the dance floor
where all can see and participate.
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Sandy feelings grinding against me as waves crash
beneath the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, New
Jersey.
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Noticing every little sound and image as a baseball
game participates without me.
Hearing bats crack as players hit balls, crowds
screaming into thin, cooled air without a trace of
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Selecting tones from amongst rhythms being played intensely
inside this mind, creating ideas to help mankind in the long
run, hoping to manufacture many wonderful things hiding from
within.
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Inner tangents being smoothed like glass with water flowing
constantly over them.

Portraying intrepid sights of noncommittal, while holding
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Wandering pathways of shyness, wondering how it came about
and lasted this far into adulthood.

Always having wanted to be out going and the life of the
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Quietly contemplating life, glancing at nature surrounding
me in beautiful flower gardens, scattered here and there
at the center.
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Slowly forming an educational system within, taking into
account, the necessity of learning to play an instrument.

Music encompasses every aspect of learning, math, spelling,
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Never needing a reason to write, only picking up a pen,
allowing ideas to flow into pictures of thought.

Everything being found on photographic screens, to be
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