RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Crossing byways, walking and thinking, looking interiorly,
seeing the essence of our beings which set us apart from one another.

As we each are a part of one another and yet we are each unique individuals in our own right, it's an amazing feat if one stops to think about it.
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Piano being played in this poetical mind, exciting it and intellect so talentedly and open minded in depths of life.

Surrounding our lives with so many things that we really don't need, but our wishes seem to take precedence.
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Mind tripping over and through levels of rhythms, coded and open-ended in an intense reality.

Memories being murmured in haste as we move into an enlightened attitude of energy and peace.
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Looking into and through life at death, seeing the lessons that have been learned and relating them to another place after time on earth has passed away.

Being blessed time and again, having a positive attitude, knowing God's awaiting this poet's presence one day, looking forward to being with Him once again.
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Music playing intensely touching mind and being entirely,
leaving this poet in measures of rhythms.

Taking intellect into an awareness of beauty in another dimension, calling to mind the wonder of nature and humanity.
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Energy revitalized, sending melodies into inner attitudes, moods and dimensions leading intuition directly into in-tellect, exciting and stimulating neurons and synapses.

Entering a bluened light of the Divine, accepting a tantalizing energy being created along with poetry, a stimulating intensity that feels soothingly good.
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Reaching into the atmosphere mindfully, listening to a creative melody as it picks up harmonic sounds in lightening speed.

Grasping attention, using possibilities in order to gain creative wisdom and knowledge, curiosity being piqued through exhilarating rhythms dancing throughout this mind.
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Intimidating sounds and musical possibilities surround, taking off like a jet leaving the runway, feeling pulsing beats of an instrumental thought being written on screens within.

Up and down measures of chords, taking pleasure and delight in the way they sound, their tempos explaining more about thought processes of the mind than what they are.
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Rhythms swelling liek waves of an ocean then reducing and disappearing into the oceans invisible depths until the next one arises out of nowhere.

Appearing in a poem about them, a single entity that recognizes every little detail in this temporary life on earth, feeling the intensity of each note fully as hearing becomes all knowing.
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Renewing faith through hope and prayer, taking time to regenerate thought patterns, creating brand new designs in order to change particular ways of doing something.

Matching and blending coded rhythms into musical scores of another tomorrow, creating a purpose of living this very temporary life, one that actually makes sense.
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