RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Delicately touching mind and heart with a sadness penetrating
this being, bringing tears to fall, missing a friend very much.

Always there for him, not understanding why he's now abandoning
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Lying back, basking in realms of music, soul being touched
and brought into depths of rhythms, recalling wonder and
beauty of ordinary aspects of life and nature.
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Enjoying songs of the past, Santa Lucia, Mack the Knife,
remembering hearing and listening to my Dad singing me
to sleep at night.
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Listening quietly and writing, believing in an interior
spirituality that gives an intense sense of liberty and
freedom all throughout this life.
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Innocent flags of America, being blown by a gentle afternoon
breeze, bothering no one, asking for nothing, seemingly wait-
ing to be honored and pledged to by Veterans and Americans.
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Country western melodies here at the Silver Spur, Christy Dee
singing and playing guitar, intense melodies, beautiful voice,
touching us inside with a solemn acquiescence.
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Living life in Arizona, having a great time listening to a
one woman band, beautiful ballets being played and sung to,
bartender singing, counting change, doing credit cards and
joking around with the patrons.
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Clapping, singing, slowly moving through the atmosphere,
touching minds, making faces smile broadly, band taking
a stand having everyone join in singing Tanya Tucker.
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Traveling roads along life's landscapes,
touching upon mother nature's holiness
and spirituality as it comes into focus.
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Comforting solace wrapping tightly in it's essence,
giving feelings of complete belonging on stages of
life as it strides all over it, giving off
effervescent feelings to grasp onto.
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