RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Jumping, shouting, stepping to rhythms happily, having a
great time here at the senior center, loving smiles and
laughter on faces of seniors, so good to see!
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Through silent morning hours, loving music and it's
rhythms while seniors are up and dancing together,
having a great time.
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Refining our lives goes on throughout the years, hoping
to do more than just exist on this earth.

Keeping our freedom at any cost, even though Obama is
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Living in and respecting our country, we Americans are
proud of the U.S.A. and will protect it and our free-
dom with our dying breaths, you can count on it.
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Love is like a war zone at times, going back and forth
from hatred to caring and loving, what causes such an
inflation of emotion?
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Singing, finding pleasure in feelings of happiness and
joy, taking measures of time into passion, climbing in-
side of my being.
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Relics of past centuries filter through today, finding a
way into realms of beauty of another time, still, quiet,
taking me further into the silence of unknown depths.
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Rhythms rocking me into the night, touching upon the
old days, struggling like crazy to stand upright through
midnight and beyond.
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Reaching for the stars, believing in the goodness of life
as I realize it's temporary stance, opening my eyes, clos-
ing my heart, mind taking it all in.
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Living in emotional turmoil, not wanting to be around
people at all, forcing self to go to the senior center.

Wanting to only isolate and stay hidden in a corner,
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