RoseAnn V. Shawiak Creative Poems

Centers of the universe fill my mind with questions,
wanting to know what they consist of.

Physically made from gases, rocks, shale, granite,
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Lazily walking down shady lanes of yesterday in the present
of my tomorrow.

Accepting things I cannot change here on earth, yet finding
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Loving life and all of it's aspects, taking it's essence
and combining it with intellect.

Blending it with imagination, culminating in an inner
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Twisting, turning, tapping, enjoying an array of poetical
music as it tampers playfully with heart and soul, inside.

Enjoying the attitude of creative juices flowing through
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Smoky filled room, lights gyrating and spreading across
the floors and walls.

Band upon the stage, playing straight and even, their
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Racing into this bright and early morning with an
outlook of vibrant and lively attitudes.

Nothing stopping me from living every moment filled
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Sitting, contemplating on differences of people and
their attitudes.

Wondering how they developed and came about, how they
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People have the strangest notions in life, always
thinking the worst of other people, yet thinking
they're themselves perfect.
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Skipping along through life, taking creative and musical
pathways throughout the years.

Noticing every single detail along the way, separating
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Wanting only moments of love with you, our hearts in
synch, playing a duet through our souls.

Whispers coming from heaven as angels look down upon
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Creative solutions in life are in my opinion the
best.

All aspects of a problem are examined, explored,
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Sometimes when listening to music, seeing great art or
hearing a poem, a violent, silent chill runs electricity
through my entire body.
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There are no words to speak, so songs to sing, earth is silent,
filled with awe and wonder.

Taking care not to utter a whisper, watching in serene quiet,
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Living in a reality of life here on earth, being creative,
using innate gifts of music, poetry, painting, depending
upon innate knowledge and wisdom.
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Enthusiastic and energetic, living for melodies and rhythms
that coincide with life and all of it's attributes.

Loving it all, taking my mind into realms of intellect and
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Realizing times of life are changing, rearranging
time left, before expiring in a haze of creative
mist.
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Twisting, turning, tapping, enjoying an array of
poetical music as it tampers playfully with heart
and soul, inside.
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Circular sounds spiraling around in my mind, tapping
out rhythms as they play.

Listening to the mysterious tones being coded as I
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Movements and rhythms both culminating in pictures
of thought, allowing me to write poetically.

Loving motions happening all around in the environ-
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Finding narrow ways in life that suffocate us at times,
wanting to find freer parts to go into, hoping to be
independent and away from narrow limitations of others.
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Flute-like vibrations sounding through the atmosphere,
tantalizing with it's tender rhythms, going up and down
chords trilling notes.
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Education continuing within it's realms,
purifying abstractions, with cognitive
ideas, and saturating issues hiding
beneath darkness.
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Wondering at the mystery of music's pull on my soul
and imagination as I write continuously, playing
in my mind as I do so.
Creatively stirring, mixing, enjoying prose as it
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Sidling up to hidden memories filled with energy of
the past, preserved in mindways of a brain.
Examining with ease all aspects leading to apparitions
of wisdom, as it places itself within an atmosphere of
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Delicately unfurling waves of brain activity to be used in
creative measures of imagination.

Finding precise words to experiment with, combining them with
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Choosing melodies of yesterday's tears of sadness,
developing insider news without effort.
Sending impulses into the atmosphere, hoping to see
them return ten-fold in desires of the heart.
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Twirling, dancing, pivoting through life with an
acquiescence of death on a future doorstep.
Closing doors on fancy and opening windows of
fantasy through imagination and fervor.
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Fatalistically nurturing thoughts of creative suicide
on lonely days of grief, I prepare also, for my future
deathbed of respite.
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Compositions flow eternally from creative juices,
always present in a mind's imagination.
Ebbing into energetic forces, bringing beauty
from nature into poetical rhymes.
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Blessings fall from the sky,
alighting on minds of creative silence,
pulling them into niches of quiet awakenings.
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Silently heading south into motions of tidal waves
as they foam and crash against rocks and jagged jetties.

Insisting on shadows creating new despotic characters
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Strutting to beats of horse's hoofs, finding rhythms of
theoretical musical etudes.
Filling pages with words, changing meanings, including
novel definitions, situated within alcoves of tomorrow's
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Changing notes, fingering rhythms,
fitting them together like pieces
of a puzzle.
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Reaching out, following lines down highways of
eternity.
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Misty mornings of decisive thought flow through a
mind of awakening, causing writing of poetry to
stray into deserts of creative play.
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Rustling my mind, shaking ideas into formation,
whipping about my subconscious like a hurricane
in season.
Contentment seeps like rain from clouds into my
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Awakening roads of becoming take us down creative
lanes on future highways of loneliness.
Striving for some measure of being, we continue
traveling in all directions, searching for some-
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Lightening striking, electrifying thought, breaking through any animosity left over from yesterday.
Pinpointing dexterity of creativeness as it splits and separates into many corners of imagination, then regathers on a desert plain, cognitively preparing every sense for a multiplicity of energy.
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Swiftly accentuating ideas as they arrive consecutively in importance and verve.
Listening in accordance with my mind, following creative pathways through mazes intuitively made for life's journeys through knowledge, wisdom and prayer.
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Touching my soul with glee, soothing my mind with vitality as I am mesmerized continuously throughout.
Silence enthralls me with it's exacting rhythms, unseen by anyone else.
Yet, I play imagination's creative music in time with my innate desire.
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Supporting life through many devices of creativity,
painting, art, music, writing.
Taking them altogether and building on their ingenuity,
designing mosaics of talent for future happiness.
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Music playing reflections of my mind in rhythmic sounds, attuned to feelings felt inside.
Attitudes adjusting, trembling, crawling inside, terrorizing brain cells into submission, causing such anxiety that creative avenues walk off and find other environments in outer corners of another world.
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Sudden stillness quieting my soul with intense rhythms, focusing themselves on inner screens.
Portraying the life of a band that's playing for a crowd of people interested in helping little ones have a Merry Christmas.
Clapping hands, creating a venue for the creative justice being served to children all around.
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Children experiencing life with caring parents, taking the time to be close and important in their lives.
Stretching hours of every day, holding onto memories of families as they grow to adulthood in time.
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Waking to an insistent repetition of life standing still, watching rainbows turn gray with defeat.
Drumming steadily, falling continuously like rain, piling up in puddles easily defamed.
Onward towards any movement in time, casting out tidbits of knowledge unsavored in heady tasting wines of creativity, falling on deaf minds.
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Words sound far away as I sit and contemplate my place in this world of indecisive attitudes.
Forming many ideas out of creative resources, I follow a path set only for me as I hear rhythms differently than most people.
Enjoying the differences immensely, I sit alone and feel their beauty always holding closely within.
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Classically proving quips of yesterday, giving in to special endeavors of purpose.
Lively works becoming parts of main themes, including passages of multi-colored rainbows.
Sliding across avenues of past remembrances, partaking in memory's images, taking roles in instinctual presences.
Awaiting formal invitations from silent partners in visions of talent, being exercised carefully in embraces of ingenuity.
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Walking roads of life, traveling into our sunsets,
watching scenery so we may recognize it on our
final walk on earth.
Blues shining upon us, melting our minds into
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