RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rhythms hurrying along, keeping up with this poet, writing to the energy and peace held within, feeling positive moods and attitudes in these rhythms of music.

They incessantly take mind and intellect into an imaginational reality where mind is immersed in a bluened light of the Divine, taking time in another dimension.
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Mysteries of life are fascinating and begging to be known in the light of day, investigating, researching and looking for designs and patterns that need to be discovered seeing them and figuring them out, doing this in order to make headway into diverse avenues.

Bringing answers to the forefront to be developed into what we need to progress even further into fields of medical technology, engineering and electronics, creating and devising inventions of the future that will end up helping all of humanity.
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Thinking while walking into an interior dimension, mind encircling them like a cowboy lassoing cattle, touching upon the old west of yesterday.

Hearing cowboys singing their country-western songs out here in the desert, measuring times by sunsets and sunrises every day.
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Rhythms tap dancing down measures of melodies, leaving behind such sweet and abiding thoughts of love and desire.

Remembering a first true love that didn't last for long, because a wandering eye and heart found another woman.
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Music calling, rhythms taking steps up and down chords where life has chosen to live in hidden shadows of a darkened corner.

Finding a somnolent passage of time, testing and experiment-
ing with notes and tempos as they continue riding throughout the night.
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Storms of life throwing winds of fate into passages of destiny, flowing and separate in ways of living in an emptiness of abandonment.

One that takes away from the beauty of what could've been instead, looking ahead, seeing details that rock minds in a canoe of thoughts as it flows downstream never looking for a place to stop and rest in this temporary earthly life.
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Saddling up, riding away down dusty trails through the desert, staying off main roads for they're traveled way too often.

Preferring to ride alone into the sunset each and every night, thoughts building along the way, rejoicing in melodies as they're sung by others in the past.
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There's always something that one wants in life, but it seems the timing in never right, so walking away, feeling the intense
loneliness of life.

Never having an unconditional love, not able to face another day of disappointment, wanting, wishing, nothing comes from any of it for there's no miracle forthcoming in this world.
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Emotions, feelings being hung out to dry, being too sad and tortured by an unwanted love that has been left along the wayside.

No longer having the desire to fight for another's heart, soul never being touched by a love of genuine truth that someone
places in another.
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Hearts commanding one another in fields of love that grow everywhere, yet are not touching people because there's too much hatred and intolerance in today's world.

Steps of timid, self-examination continue to be ignored and people stand in the way of their own happiness and joy, afraid to speak out, not wanting to be pointed out to others.
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