RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pacing rhythms gaining momentum throughout the night
now being sung in an up and down rhythmic beat that
appeals to most of us tonight.
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Running down alleys of life, wanting to end the poverty
being seen all through the night, people sleeping on
rags or cardboard boxes, no where to call home.
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Waltzing into this enlivening portrait that contains
people, music, rhythms and a wonderful arrangement
that takes us all into tunnels of lightening.
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Recalling moments of a total sadness that entangles
mind and intellect in tragedies of an earthly resi-
dence.
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Swinging rhythms telling stories of other people's lives
right here at the Wagon Yard, all of us living on tight-
ropes of this earthly habitat.
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Love turns people into generous and loving individuals
for moments in time, explicitly finding that someone
special to live life with on our sunsetical shore.
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Walking down roads of life, wanting to receive much more
than what we've been given, always being left in moments
of sorrow that we somehow cannot leave behind us.
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Standing at the edge of life, looking back over our shoulders,
thinking about all the good times that we've had through the
years.
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Tears being spewed all throughout the years,
wondering how to get along without our loved
ones for the rest of our lives.
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Nighttime echoes being sung in melodies of a wondering
expression, feeling a bond that never can be broken for
it was made in heaven and cannot be torn asunder.
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