RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Urgent thoughts jump and glide to mind, wanting to be
heard right now.
Watching them unfold and procure space, desperately
wanted to be able to prove their mettle in supposed
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Rhythms crossing and changing, bringing about changes
in moods of life, scattering them into the wind like
leaves falling in a storm.
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Riding a locomotive down imagination's tracks,
picking up images along the way, implanting
them into visions of livelihood.
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Reeling and rocking to tempos of natural delight,
becoming self, intriguing memory into giving up
it's secrets of yesterday.
Sensing beauty hidden beneath coverlets of
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Dreams catching my mind in yesterday's hallways,
framed and waiting to be written out.
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Prophets of doom stand around in dark corners,
professing ends of earth as if it's a bad thing.
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Springtimes of life are filled with hope, joy and
growing learning of ourselves.

Wandering down pathways, watching flowers bloom
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