RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A lifelong association with family and friends brings happiness and joy to the cockles of our heart in the winter of our life.
Dispersing harmony at times, in unison with feelings of love and caring kept inside through the years.
Blowing embers to keep them alive and vibrant on coldest days of death's visits to those we have loved all of our lives.
Cradling our memories, we keep them close to our hearts as we slip and slide to our next horizons.
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Writing in a quandary of elicitive emotion, jumping into reveries of display as I wander aimlessly through life and it's beliefs, gradually coming to terms with self.
Realizing you can't find any answers outside of self, you need to be introspective and open to what you may or may not find.
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Age and wisdom converge on the dance floor, stepping to inner rhythms, keeping in time with years in life.
Finding a bond amidst all the turmoil living causes us, is a cinch when music brings together all ages in unison.
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Wintry, cold day, causing an intimo of emotion, building a glacier of ice within to hide my tears from all I meet.
Music being played touches my mind, bringing it alive and in tune with life's bizzare requirements.
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Destiny fulfills experience without frills or expectations, acknowledging an innate talent in life's hidden corners.
Finding treasures in silent caches of imagination, reserved for poetical decisions in labyrinths of a fundamental world.
Sending messages through a mind of vision and imagery.
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Forming friendships through life's misery, lasts to amount to some joy along the way.
Alleviating some of the heartache we all go through.
An everlasting aisle of tribulation continuing until eternity gets in it's way.
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People disguised as clubs, groups, etc. - individually traveling alone on their own paths of destiny.
Running into others who have ideas like their own, melding minds for moments in time, then wending ways back to single, solo journeys.
Always searching for answers, beginning anew as questions arise.
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Pounding regular rhythms on synapses of my brain, selecting choices of meanings hidden beneath prose in disguises of reality.
Bringing them out subconsciously through imagination's lasting creativeness.
Putting energetic voices to words in sentences, playing into hands of fateful decisions of future moments towards death on earth.
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Toasting everyday music with enlightenment, savoring it's exquisite flavor with an open mind.
Soaring into skies of melodic thought, awed by the total effects it claims on my soul.
Returning time and again to it's stance and beauty of rhythmic ties, bound closely to my soul for eternity's future horizons on shores of Eden.
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