RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sitting in a revelry of optimism, seeing life abundantly while contemplating ingenious qualities of a band performing.
Life-giving rhythms, floating into my being with unequivocal measures.
Tantalizing synapses into enlightened trances, writing the feel good emotions into poems.
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Swiftly feeling peace descend on me,
sending me quietly into a pattern of
belief and caring, sifting through
shapes of American ingenuity.
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Signing my name in every conceivable place in memories of desire.
Folding myself into treasures of the moment, holding them close as I resurrect myself.
Feeling and interpreting musical compositions into poetical forms.
Raising patterns of intellect, rounding up emotions with aplomb.
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Psalms being sung from heavenly gardens, enticing me to come home where I may find peace and begin to hope in something again.
Nothing can help as I continue to listen and contemplate all that I've endured on earth to no avail.
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Swinging in time with a decidedly rhythmic tune, being played perfectly by a band of inner renown.
Twisting around in circles, feeling the beats as they hit perfect pitches to my ears.
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Singing songs from memory, giving lasting impressions that will always be available in senior years.
Looking back, remembering the lovely times and bountiful moments filled with artistic grace and beauty, serenely pictured in books filled with my images.
Painting murals along the way with written words, bringing to mind all the moments of pleasure mixed with sadness, loneliness, abandonment and noticeable joy of serenity.
Across the years, finding measures of happiness coinciding with whatever life happens to give me.
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Strumming my mind guitar, feeling past recriminations stray from me, following their own agendas away from what I think.
Solitary possession of intellect expands my imagination to proportions unheard of before.
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Theories filled with holes are being stated as truths,
but so far as I can see, only in the minds of those who
have clouded the issues with lies.
Proof lies nowhere, there are no facts - no data - to
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Reaching into storms of emotions, pulling them out into the light, wanting to know everything there is to know about them.
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Letting emotions flow in time with melodies and rhythms,
transposing all thought into prose and enjoying every
moment of thinking.
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