RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Measures of music beckoning to intellect, caressing it gently
in melodies and harmonies tonight, thinking and holding onto
photographic pictures of memories past.
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Wagon Yard totally hopping this evening, thrilling all
of us with their energy and vibes, lifting us higher
into music of fulfillment.
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Energy building higher and higher, no one letting it
diminish, wanting only to have fun and dance, a truly
great way to make friends and meet people.
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Slowly and steadily thinking of this turbulent life,
wondering at times why we have to go through all these
experiences in our lifetime.
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Whiling away time in depths of music, letting it grow and
expand in this aching heart, feeling its healing balm take
away the hurt and pain left over from a love that wasn't
very good or stable.
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Easily rocking to the music, watching as smiles are
suddenly appearing on faces in the Wagon Yard, while
dancing to rhythms.
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Riding in the saddle, up and down, looking at the
amazing desert scenery, mountains standing erect,
watching over landscapes and its great beauty.
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Wondering if a man ever really loves a woman, in my
experience the answer would be a resounding No!

For they are too self-absorbed and self-centered to
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Racing down intellect's raceway, mind delving in and
following within a ton of rhythms, a lasting, vibrant
style of living.
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Wintering in the snowfall of yesterday, not wanting
to move into spring or summer for this mind loves
to play in the snow.
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