RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Aware of surroundings yet continuing to write, not wanting to
be disturbed for anything, adjusting self into an innate and
tantalizing world all alone.
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Here at the Sicilian Butcher listening to Cold Front, a fantastic
band that we've followed from Wagon Yard where everyone was treat-
ed badly, firing the band just because they were the new owners.
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Avenues of musical rhythms crossing the chasms of life and
death, exercising emotions and feelings as we go on into
this night.
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Loneliness struggles to become and join the crowd, watching
as music plays and voices sing away.

Touching everyone's lives and minds, bringing joyous taunt-
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Mind racing along measures of time, placing notes in spaces
and on keys of a piano, playing songs of an interior mind as
guitars are intriguing us with an intense diplomacy.
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Racing mind feeling the synergy of the future in a moment of
joyous bliss as a full moon shines from above over our minds.

Whispering and recalling many memories of times that have been
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Music of the Beatles now being played, reminding one of the
very first time they played on the Ed Sullivan Show, it's a
national memory now that will never fade or die away.
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Songs tempting this mind to come join the race as it goes into
measures of what we call love, capturing momentous days that
once were here in all their glory.
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Riding along dusty trails, listening to coyotes howling,
as a full moon shines down upon us, taking moments into
special spheres.
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Dreaming of yesterday as guitars play in an inspirational way,
pushing emotions into far away places, wandering with them.

Feeling love as it flows like lava through the heart of a sad-
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