RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Calming effects of music slowly cover me, giving a comparative silence to hear through all the noise around me.
Enjoying moments of seclusion without any ill-effects, conspiratorially sending reminders to outer regions of my brain.
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Standard catch phrases have no business within aspects of my mind, for it continually creates from it's own interior.
Never listening to outside sources for any reason, because a knowing deep inside warns me to stay away and be a solitary writer, alone all days of my life.
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Rocking away along manufactured creations, pulling everyone into depths of instigative talent, authorizing itself to compete in aftermaths of it.
Taking off into dimensions of similar emotional content, partaking of the essence of any and all etudes as they produce more tempos. Keeping exact timing without hesitation, provoking necessary promotions of desire.
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Dancing with a belly dancer, Little John, smiling and moving energetically next to the professional.
Bringing smiles to everyone's faces, erasing wrinkles, easing tension, calming spirits of aging improvements.
Grinning from ear to ear, touching his heart and mind with an experience to be remembered.
Way to go John, you're the celebrity of the day.
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Withdrawing into depths of inattentive focus,
planning to give in to it's passive flavors.
Tomorrow, falling into meaningless cisterns
of disaster.
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Jumping for joy, skipping down rows of gardens, happy as a lark in spring.
Everything crowding my mind with their beauty and tender essences of fragrant desire.
Thoughtful rendezvous, becoming a new episode in a difficult life.
Thumbing melodies absently on the piano, thinking in notes, seeing their pictures being arranged by intellect.
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Rehearsing the past in ageless memories,
watching childhood images of myself depicted
in them.
Happy, pleasant thoughts being brought forth
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Soundly walking down lonely lanes, emptied of feelings, hiding all emotions beneath the earth for now.
Peaceful endeavors, falling along the wayside, never looking back to see what was lost.
No more anticipation standing in the way of other-worldly dimensions.
Sequestering the light of tomorrow in a space all my own.
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Standing back, realizing the voices of the future have gone beyond me.
Following the sounds left from their lonely echoes in caverns of my mind.
Adjusting, not to well, to things that have been changing in ever increasing numbers.
Letting go of every emotion, wallowing in self-pity, all by myself, no one else can linger alongside me.
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Equally apportioned throughout the rest of life.
Taking turns with each and every moment of artistic grace, placing innate talent where it will do the most good in the future.
Knowing there is nothing better than releasing all emotions and their
feelings into the universe where they will do you no harm.
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