RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Traveling down the road in a yellow cab, always watching,
seeing ten birds, all sitting on a telephone wire on the
side of the road.
Just chilling and passing the time away quietly, together.
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Slipping across heaven,
taking in it's gardens,
filled with beautiful
blue roses with scents
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Exacting priceless melodies from an atmosphere of inner
beauty, showing them upon screens of imagination, watching
their auras begin and continue through colorful clouds of
memories.
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Voices of the past singing through elderly women today,
glazing minds and memories with past joy.
Flowing easily over everyone, spreading cheer throughout
the room.
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Exact timing bringing precision to steps in dancing,
the drummer keeping time and everyone in line.
A fantastic gathering of talent, musical and dancing.
Decorations galore, everywhere you look, while
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Sensing an empathy below the music, emanating from the crowd.
Feeling the excitement mounting, bringing people to their feet.
Wooly Bully being played, everyone enjoying it's beat, dancing
however they can in their imaginations and laying it all on the
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Christmas being held tightly, awaiting it's day with
delight and joy.
Filled with grace and spirit, all decorations glistening
with happiness on everyone's faces.
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Kicking off shoes, tripping on bare feet, enjoying
feelings of toes in the sand.
Warm sensations flowing to my head, rejuvenating my
entire body with life-giving energy.
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Waking to reveries of silent nothingness, being stilled
with an interest of intense literature being invented
in a moment's notice.
Reverberating against untitled poems, being saturated
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Drinking in peaceful breaths of ageless desire,
knowing at the end of nightfall that all artistic
beauty will be hung in museums, looked upon, yet
never touched again by another's hand.
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