RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softening silence now tip - toeing through a mind of pure photographic intellect, all memories being jostled in time with rhythms as they play and entangle themselves in concepts making their way into auras of sadness and sorrow.

Having many thoughtful interludes of being and doing in and through an interior playground of a poetical life, always waiting for an intense energy to fortify every particle of mind and intellect.
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Nature playing games in patterns and designs coming wholly from an interior world that's awakened in musical rhythms and being written into poetry never before seen or read.

An exciting and rare chapter in a mere poet's lifetime, like ghosts coming from within, somehow wanting to be seen and written about in a poetical form.
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Writing a lifetime of feelings and emotions into mathematical equations that'll be used into the future of another lifetime.

Flowing casually toward many possibilities in fantasy and reality, watching and learning designs and patters being formed
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Time relying upon moods of music as intellect continues to surpass meanings of english in poetical forms of an interior
imagination.

Being rewarded in seasons of life as they come into being, an ageless wonder of intellectual bliss while in passages of time where only a poet in allowed entrance.
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Stars shining brightly in a silent darkness of night, touching a spiritual dimension deep within a poet.

Singing brightly, echoing throughout an interior world with the beauty of God's image lighting the way.
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Rushing hurriedly into the glory of another spiritual evening of solitude, sensing a finality in this life of corruption and evil.

God descending in all His glory to save humanity from satan and his evil demons.
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Energy filling every single particle of a poetical brain and being, stronger signals being created solidly as musical notes and rhythms continue playing.

Easing stress and tension along neural pathways while listening and writing poetry, hesitating, seeing sorrowful tears along the way.
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Lengthening sounds of rhythm touching upon edges of intellect, arousing thoughts, concepts and ideas with an innate creative instinct.

Taking mathematical formulas, placing them vertically and horizontally where they'll be translated quietly and intensely into verses of poetry being written down.
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Music sounding like pleas of freedom, touching chords of peace and solitude, escaping all that's going on in this world today.

Intense rhythms taking and collecting feelings and emotions, recollecting so many past thoughts as they appear suddenly in repertoires of music and rhythms.
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Music and rhythms now circling rectangularly in this brain, concocting puzzles in a variety of mathematical formulas, equations and meanings to be used when listening to all types of music and writing poetry at exactly the same time.

Mind and intellect being joined by melodies and symphonies, together producing and creating masterpieces at times of poetry, all being done by and through the grace and blessings of God.
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