RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Spinning, turning, swirling in magnificent form,
reforming an otherwise boring day on earth.
Lively, picking up spirits and setting them free
for minutes at a time.
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Beliefs are essential to all of us as long as we have
faith in them.
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Songs of liberty fill my heart and mind with memories
of my Grandma.
Soothing Italian images gracing my interior soul,
quieting the loneliness always existent within.
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Tawdry ideas swimming about, attempting to cling to
insides of memory's ideas.
Mind mazing with solitude of prose, investigating
priorities forgotten in lands of time.
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Gracefully, agedly moving, waltzing across the
dance floor, holding hands, looking into each
other's eyes and treading through their lives,
closely and lovingly until their times of
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Strangling my mind like ivy growing, trying to be
heard as it blossoms forth into myriad flowers of
inert colors.
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Insinuating our lives with beauty and poise we enter
reality, unafraid of it's terror and noise.
Becoming and allowing our lives to take steps at a
time to our lasting horizons, watching the wonderful
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Randomly selecting things to look at, being comfortably
contented with what I choose.
Intellectually finding walkways to outer limits of
existence, always enjoying the time spent in doing so.
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Many songs of Christmas are being sung at karaoke
tonight, all about trees, cookies Santa and bells.
Altogether, blending in beautiful renditions for
everyone settled in Christmas parties given through-
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Sweethearts in their nineties, holding gently to each
other, dancing and gliding to rhythms of music being
played sorrowfully in minds of grief belonging to the
musicians.
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