RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silence stilling my mind, then like magic, I'm writing of things that I'm hearing through songs and rhythms being played by Storm.
Steady, balanced, totally in synch with thinking, etching words into my mind and feelings in my heart.
Precious moments spent in songs of the sixties.
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Sleeping eyes belie the wakefulness of the mind and soul where life begins and molds our futures.
All perceptions are founded in them and shape who we are within.
Grateful for their guidance, I pray that they always remain open to God's eternal love.
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Stamping feet, clapping hands, in time with rhythms rocking the house to it's foundation.
Solid, going about the room, smiling and laughing with elation.
No turning back to another page, only moving forward at record speed.
Voice holding up the song with beautiful tones and precise timing and tempo.
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Looking over an inner rainbow, seeing joyful music coming my way.
Beautiful notes and tones escalating and carrying me into atmosphere's of belief and faith, awaiting my arrival.
Tenderly, solidly touching rhythm on the head, lifting me higher into realms of spirituality.
Blessed moments, weaving their way serenely into my inner voice of poetical talent.
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Placing self in the midst of an environment, in synch with rhythm's fitting my soul.
Happy, filled with an essence, giving passion for my writing.
Loving every dimension being elicited into realms of subconsciousness, to be dealt in hands of poetical verses.
Never at a loss, always writing in serenity.
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Solid patterns are forming as they circle my mind, picturing intricate designs on photographic screens.
Coming alive, twisting and turning, lighting space and filling in colorful hues of the rainbow.
All of it giving intellect new directions to follow, into outer limits beyond our scope of vision.
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Children are inherently good, always happy to learn new ways of doing things.
Everything is an adventure to them in their quest to grow up.
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Being dedicated to a son going off to college, freedom lying in his mind and a career to be had for his bright future.
Living away from home, enjoying the freedom of parental rules and curfews.
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Rain slipping through the atmosphere with no interference.
Falling wetly on whatever is beneath their saddened teardrops.
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