RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

It's so amazing that American seniors continue to laugh,
sing, dance, letting go of their ills and troubles in
the midst of entertainment, pure and simple.
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Signature rhythms filling my head with their exploratory
sounds, taking me to heaven, loving avenues that music
takes me down.
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Moving forward, taking steps into the future, playing songs
that fill us with the American spirit, land of the free and
the brave, always waving our flag.
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Soothing, calming me down, rhythms and music of Springsteen,
touching intellect spiritually, recognizing the beauty of
life and it's sacredness.
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Constructing sentences from intellect, words, definitions
and meanings automatically coming forward, enabling poetry
to be written incessantly.
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Hiding in forests of light striding across the floor of
imagination, focusing everything in the illumination of
another time.
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Bow and arrow in hand, shooting straight for your heart,
taking me into clearings of another yesterday, melodies
rising into the skyway.
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Rhythms riding keys of ivory up and down scales of peace
and wonder, silent screaming filtering through an immense
landscape that's lit up with an eternal lamp.
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Reaching into the atmosphere, feeling your love rushing
spiritually into me, filling all particles of my soul,
wantonly taking time to find my way through your heart.
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Reaching into depths of intellect, taking bits and pieces
left from scraps of paper written upon, putting these
thoughts together purposely.
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