RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing into tones that vibrate within my heart and soul,
never taking anything to task, colorfully putting every-
thing seen into poetry.
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Recognizing sounds of temptation coming from depths of love,
igniting the fire of passion held closely within, waiting to
be quenched.
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Walking down alleys, listening to tempos as they continue
to play my mind, falling like raindrops on a silvery day,
touching my mind with their moistness, happily taking in-
tellect into the fray.
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Taking a stroll on a Sunday morning, watching the sun rise,
taking me into a positive mood, enlivening attitude and
intellect as curiosity raises it's head.
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Loving rhythm that escapes from within a band, taking me into
a land of imaginational depths, rocking from within solace,
hitting heart and soul.
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Music being played live, no jukebox allowed here, we cowboys
and cowgirls taking our music seriously, nothing to replace
the fun and enjoyment we're all having tonight at the Wagon
Yard.
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Portraits of life coming alive through music being listened
to this night, giving my mind a perfect harmony to write into.

Rhythms collecting themselves quietly and energetically, noth-
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Posting poetry incessantly every chance I get when not writing
it, listening to CD's as I type, fingers energetically typing
and keeping pace with every rhythm.
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Heart dancing in time with yours, we two making perfect
melodies together through this heavenly night, our minds
melding through the essence of our passion as we make love.
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Rumors of our love are traveling over air currents and into
poetry we write to one another without a moment's notice.

In black and white, all our feelings are seen in poetical
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