RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tantalizing, captivating, traveling onto inner roads of plenty,
touching the wonder that's being fulfilled constantly in this
evening atmosphere.
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Sounding notes sneaking upon rhythms while tiptoeing, enjoying
innocent and moral values that music so wonderfully belts out,
everyone joining the tell-tale sight and feeling of emotion.
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Jumbling and tumbling into measures that want to be heard by
everyone, a glorious and mesmerizing temptation, an impossibil-
ity of life's innocence.
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Action accumulating through the intensity of music and rhythms,
giving possibilities of life, a path in which to follow arbors
of delight, taking pathways of momentum.
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Looking ahead, waiting for an imaginational reality to bring
forth its secrets that have been hidden far too long in an
old abandoned love shack.
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Songs of a love that used to be sung to one another, their lives
lived in a moment that never seems to last any longer than what
we can remember today.
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Rocking motion never being interrupted, its rhythms taking a
front seat no matter what goes on in the midst of a crown of
people at a concert.
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Being a poetical rebel, daring to approach whatever's been
banned by ignorant people, thinking they're the only proper
authorities on earth, but they're not.
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People say many things, at times spouting out racism, prejudice,
not caring who they hurt, uncaring people claiming that being
politically correct is okay, accepted by everyone.
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Listening to a band called Vinyl Nova, hearing echoes of pleasure
coming towards all minds.

Feeling at ease as music floods into intellect, touching upon the
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