RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Spending days having fun, searching for pucca shells
along the shore.

Picking them up, collecting them for making necklaces
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Moving with tempos of music, doing a line dance,
all seniors up and shaking with smiles on their
faces.
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Bringing sunshine into the shady years of aging,
giving us tempting moments of yesterday through
music.
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Sashaying through many tantalizing and memorable
rhythms, lifting spirits into heavenly realms,
while we remain bodily here on earth.
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Improving life through music, taking our minds onto
shores of tomorrow.

Lying here on edges of night, dreaming of death's
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America shining forth in all her glory for we have found
true Americans - politicians who are listening to We the
People.
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Anticipating many great ideas the moment music is
turned on, giving a signal to an interior waterfall
to begin flowing.
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Questions being answered innately within, no doubts
ever entering in.

Curiosity always on the prowl, feeling intellect with
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Feeling the beat of a tambourine as it rises, tickles
and swelters with rhythm in periodic symbols of music's
depths.
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Incessant, tolerating beats of a staccato rhythm,
teaching innate talent how to respond through the
writing of poetry.
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