RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taking journeys through musical tenor voices onto
beautiful horizons of artistic grace, savoring the
serenity there in shells of ocean sand and sound.
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Beating rhythms with light beyond nature's early call
in mornings of excellence.
Breathing pleasurably in time with gentle breezes
flowing through the atmosphere.
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Swimming in conjunction with music filling my brain,
tempting me to rock to it's tender beat as it swirls
around my mind incessantly.
Prayerfully playing with the feelings it spins up,
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Watching dancers rumba as I also look into my mind,
seeing what no one else can see.
An honor given sololy to me as I write and
contemplate the visions I have in my repertoire.
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Excitement fills every particle of being with it's
anticipated joy as I saturate myself in an
existence of inspirational music.
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Down in depths of despair, rummaging around, locating
decisions and feelings of hopelessness to write about.
Next to nothing penetrates the armor set up to protect
itself.
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Walking through my mind, traipsing down hallways of
yesterday, finding memories I thought had been lost
all these years.
Looking at their essences, taking time to live
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Delving deeply again into my soul's heart and mind,
locating all the pleasures and desires of a
prayerful life.
Acknowledging deserts of beauty, interiorly
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Protracting into the density of my inner intellect,
developing it's efficient portrayals of everything
I see, continuing on my journey down the streets of
an inner state of mind.
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Wandering around the town, looking for a place
to sleep.
Wanting to find a place that's safe and secure,
trying heartlessly to find his place on the
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