RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Each night fills my being with the loneliness of a solitary
entity on this earth, wondering if there will ever be some-
one who will love me unconditionally and totally.
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Magical memories coming to mind, reminiscing about the past,
configuring rhythms of back then, taking them all into the
mix of memories from yesterday.
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Tantalizing and captivating mind and intellect, filling this
poet with conscientious and philosophical memories still held
on photographic screens.
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Memorizing the sound of musical rhythms throughout moments
of life, surpassing tantalizing notes and tempos that keep
playing into the night.
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Listening to some of the most famous songs ever sung here
in the U.S.A., enjoying them tremendously as they are fill-
ed with a vibrant energy.
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Lights sparkling, jetting across the screen like bursts of
color in the sky, looking like fireworks on the fourth of
July, spiritually ascending from depths of this soul.
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Totally rushing into the end of this musical night, taking
its rhythms forward into dreams that will be seen tonight
in the darkness of sleep.
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Effervescent and lively music of Yanni, triggering intense
feelings and emotions within this aching heart, delivering
it from an abandonment of humanity.
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Twinkling sounds of an early morning starlight are meeting
and traversing into a bluened light where life has had its'
very beginnings.
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Mind strumming interior feelings with chords of timeless
achievements as they are being made and recognized, slight-
ly touching upon senses of sight and sound.
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