RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Generations come and go, leaving memories in songs being composed and sung, poems lining poetry journals all life-long.

Inventions, books written, products made and thrown away, our society a throw away one, replacing things constantly, even spouses, boyfriends and girlfriends.
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Laughter and joy touching hearts in love as they go looking everywhere wanting to find that perfect love, companion, someone to share a compassionate and loving nature with.

Never jumping to any more conclusions in this lifetime, exercising and finding rhythms that express feelings and emotions, wanting to be held in safe arms, not wanting any others right now.
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Words rhyming through an entire song, no mistakes ever being made, singing and smiling at an incessant language all her own.

Tempting hearts of others, keeping them safe and sound, leaving all cards on the table, daring to walk away at times, preferring to be alone.
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Rhythms taking a mind home to New Jersey where life was tenderly beautiful, living on 75 acres as a child.

Such a wonderful carefree time to be a child, loving the peaceful forest surrounding our home.
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Looking at people's eyes and faces, seeing the pain that they've hidden for years.

Living alive, but not participating in life, holding onto another, not knowing what they really want in this life.
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A voice now singing, hesitant at times, questions finding their way onto pathways that wind through the years, no one to walk with.

Love never transpiring in the throes of life, just haphazardly slipping and falling, being alone without anyone there to catch you when you fall, just sleeping alone.
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Blue lights streaming all around the inside and outside of T and T, contributing to an atmosphere of being happy, watching joy climb into bed with a heart of innocence.

Never thinking anymore of it, falling asleep, eyes closing for the night, not even thinking of tomorrow and what it may bring with the morning sunshine.
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Rhythms marching up and down streets, wandering thoughts being called out in echoes of another time.

Feeling muscles tightening in stressful situations, using mind and intellect in order to dispel any and all negatives.
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Traveling in and out of lost and found moments of life, hoping to hold onto them forever.

Precious times with your children through the years, holding to memories of what has always been traced in our minds.
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Hot rock touching this mind, alleviating the boredom of slow songs that were being played earlier.

Now feet stepping to rhythms that are fully awakened and taking to the melodies that're being fully awakened.
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