RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Becoming an atmosphere of rhymes,
watching them parade by in regal
patterns, as they set themselves
into unknown puzzles, turning
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Ripples implore inner attitudes to make themselves
known in repertoire's dear.
Finality rears it's head with roaring ideas,
sublimating images in steps of prose.
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Dancing around in timeless space, waltzing and
embracing, feeling the closeness of another
human being.
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Breath-taking views left in a mind from past sky diving
episodes.
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Traffic snarling itself down the road, motorcycles revving up as they turn into Buddy Stubbs for a day of live music and free bar-b-que.
Memories with bikers and families riding into sunsets while sitting in chairs reminiscing of the good old days.
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Running from the quietness of life, yet surrendering to it's grasp, letting it do whatever it wants to life without incrimination or punishment.
Left to it's decision we are all captured by it's deadly grip in the end.
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Sauntering through crowds of people, looking in their eyes, seeing their disgraces worn like masks on Halloween.
Falling from grace, distancing their minds from life just to face the day, alone, away from judgmental people.
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Racing into the future, allowing life to catch up with itself.
Forwarding an intense belief in faith and hope, touching the interior parts of my soul.
Transporting me beyond writing into a land of musical rhythms, giving their all to set my soul free to ride waves of melodies blending themselves with harmonies.
Attuned to heaven's dreams of beautiful gardens, filled with blue roses, aromas touching my mind with their fragrances, turning them into poetical versions of poetry.
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Forgotten dreams, tripping through my mind trying to be relived with a purpose and meaning.
Being excluded time and again, always coming back,
pounding on doors of yesterday's future.
Notwithstanding, taking steps onto bridges, crossing
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