RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Music drives fears and doubts out and away into a void where they cannot tempt feelings and emotions to despair.

Tempos racing everywhere, giving a being a magical interior lit brightly and sensationally, opening doors mindfully, thoughts falling out throughout the environment.
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Guitar picking and being strummed like our hearts while listening to music, minds contemplating in serene atmospheres rising to every occasion as it comes about.

Never leaving this place, always coming back to it in time through a photographic memory that has now been etched within it.
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Solitary and alone, heart so lonesome here in the midst of an Arizona desert, listening to music on a patio, no room for tears and their broken dreams.

Keeping watch deep within shadows of what we once had are still trembling inside when thoughts come suddenly into this mind.
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Pilgrims of another time, thoughts linked to the past, yet being in the present every day, sun rising and setting, eclipsing night-mares of yesterday.

A life-long musical passageway that's always open and reuniting rhythms in people's minds, nothing to bar the excite-
ment as it comes flowing freely and sweetly.
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Wonder carrying life into a natural environment, heart beating to the rhythms of an innate talent, breaking through barriers of life at times.

Pushing aside all remarks and comments of those who are jealous and taking chances to abuse and demean others, but fooling only themselves.
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Picking guitar, racing down tracks to destinations, never caring where it's going, just enjoying the ride as the whistle blows its warnings.

A serene and joyous time on a train, leaving behind every mood of loneliness and sorrow, having a quiet reserve as the train keeps moving forward into the west.
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An afternoon of music giving an interior energy that doesn't abate, keeping life aware, alert and awakened, nothing more than that to this earthly life.

Touching and sensing mysterious circumstances that come together on a photographic screen interiorly, time always staying attentively in line.
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Listening to voices as they sing intensely into the microphone, getting people to open up and sing with them.

Often taking time to move into the karaoke circles of music and its rhythms, finding an exhilaration in its midst.
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Staccato rhythms letting loose an interior freedom being felt inside, not waiting to let it die down, needing to move right into a meeting of minds as voices come together, wanting the same thing, going for it fully in this very moment.

An enlightening feeling of discovery as rhythms continue bringing the beauty and wonder being built up in tracks of happiness and joy, a sense of approval being celebrated.
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Melodies of inner perfection being counted in the middle of a twilight evening, sneaking up and into the glimmering starlight above where thoughts sometimes gather.

There being collected like roses for a bouquet to give to a loved one, bringing a smile to a person who's eluded love so far, being afraid of heartache and sorrow.
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