RoseAnn V. Shawiak Landscapes Poems

Band performing in front of a huge screen, pictures flowing to
the rhythms and tempos, something new to write to, colors burst-
ing everywhere on the screen.
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Snow-covered mountains showing off their dusty white coats of winter to all who pass.
Looking like confectioners' sugar, sprinkled from heaven's realms to earth.
Beautiful winter landscapes sent to our sight as we travel over roads and cut through mountains and into the night.
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Interesting facets of life rally around
music as it lifts spirits and takes us
to other lands right here inside intellect.
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Mixtures of melodies, echoing in my mind, blending rhythms together and creating new sounds to benefit writing.
Selecting words from musical tones, totally completing inroads of insight, declaring major designs of pontifical favors while setting everything into gem-like facets of behavior, befitting royalty.
Sensing inner whispers coming about, relating individual patterns,
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People taking life into a landscape of what we would love to live in, no crime, corruption or murder, going back to the good old days when people care and had compassion for one another.

Doors weren't locked, thieves were few and far between, homeless veterans and people taken into our homes, fed along with our own families and treated with respect and dignity, something that doesn't always happen nowaday.
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Waking from dreams, music and rhythms flowing effortlessly
from an interior photographic screen, always being filled
with rhythms of moods, and positive attitudes.
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Reading time in rhythms as it matches tempos of the band,
playing arrangements that have meaning to many couples on
the dance floor.
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Interior solace peeking about, taking everything in stride,
walking around in landscapes of wonder as magical mysteries
jump and shout.
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Reverberating sounds teaching this mind how to move
and jive day in and day out, rallying into the midst
of a beautiful area of life right here.
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Grasping onto colors of sound, touching their essence
with every sense within, wanting to know what exactly
comes to be used in a creative process when writing.
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A couple silently dancing to the beauty of musical
landscapes as they fall down upon this special couple,
always ready to dance together on the dance floor.
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Fingers moving to rhythms as they take this mere poet into
a wide-open desert landscape, wishing it could be set free
from all corrupt developers and politicians.
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Music never hesitating, rhythms continuing to crawl over
the dance floor, enjoying every note and tone as they
take this poet into their musical arms.
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Seeing mansions filling my mind with excellent imaginative
thoughts, inventing, creating, putting everything into many
poetical interludes which make me happy.
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Better days are coming ahead, visions flowing of future land-
scapes that will be overtaking life, feelings that better
times are going to meet up with me soon.
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Looking out windows at nature, quietly settled in it's areas of
expertise and livelihood, watching us from outside, wondering
what it is we're doing.
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Tears falling like a weeping willow tree in nature's saddened
landscape at times, branches hanging to the ground, much like
our heads hanging in despair and sorrow.
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Lonely, traveling through this solo life with a mind filled
with creative ideas, feeling their anticipation at being
recognized and relegated to rhythms of a poetical essence.
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Rehearsing memories through the rhythms coded with their images,
listening to music that was heard when they were first made,
knowing that not a single detail will ever be forgotten.
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Listening to Springsteen, rocking to his rhythms and music,
loving it's tempos and fast paced beats, taking turns list-
ening to different individual rhythms.
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Totally in a zone of creativity watching landscapes of
India capture my attention fully, hot, humid weather, tak-
ing it's toll on people as they walk, cut rice in the fields,
toil and labor to make their living.
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Slow and rhythmic, dancing together, remembering sweet
sounds of an unconditional love that cannot be replicat-
ed for they are ours alone for the rest of our lives.
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Beating of an adolescent's heart in the midst of rhythms
that are tantalizing interiorly, capturing gifts of
music within others hearts.
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Light blue sky, an occasional white cloud lazily drifting by,
a gentle breeze blowing palm fronds in a slow waltz, a rhythm
all their own.
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Life droning mystically beyond my being, bringing it
into an entire atmosphere belonging to intellect.

Watching concepts travel, selecting information they
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Pathways traveling down designs of mathematical formulas
and equations, seeking the many patterns that exist with-
in each of them.
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Traveling alongside the river, looking further into details
of nature, seeing it's amazing images that are subjecting
intellect to their essence and innate intelligence.
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Touching and living in rhythms of intense melodies,
tasting heaven's aromas, enticing me interiorly.

Invisible and hiding within while writing poetry,
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Selecting words for crosswords of my mind,
captures imagination.

Taking me on journeys through literature,
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Moving rapidly into expressions of rhythm, taking me quickly
into realms of intense music, living in it's explicit beauty
and expertise.
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Circuits of electronic keyboards fill the air with
electricity from within landscapes of rhythm.

So often calming, soothing and beginning another
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Filtering through clouds, sun shining upon intellect,
warming it comfortably while I write.
Enjoying it's essence upon my mind, immersing myself
in reflections of imaginative landscapes, unfolding
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Traveling through mountainous desert lands,
watching nature's awesome beauty create new
ideas within my mind.
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Blaring into the sunset, energy felt through necessary
rhythm of interior sadness and joy.
Joining forces subconsciously, holding hands with
destiny and fate, hoping to maintain a semblance of
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Rushing to find all new ideas forming carousingly inside,
playing with me and having a very enjoyable time doing so.
All contrary to human nature, yet being a part of it
intuitively day and night.
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Wanting to openly express so many of today's images in collected moments, holding them close and placing them into frames of delicate boundaries where all may be depicted in a variety of expressions and colloquial instances.
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Staying within limits set by my mind, finding different pathways to travel into canyons of my own making.
Watching echoes bounce off my mind, lighting memories as sounds of their voices lend themselves to poetical licenses.
Finding many pictures, opening up their hearts to let in thoughts of beauty.
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Signals of eternity come forth, edging in lace-like tones, existing in total rhythms of living.
Sincere sentiments, tallying everyday thoughts, picturing many visions in colorful array.
Always keeping busy throughout nighttime fantasies of imagination.
Crowding out unfortunate feelings of emptiness, filling self instead with particles of joy in effervescent luminatio
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Sadness flows like an eternal spring into my heart,
holding me close to memories of past, present and
future ones to come.
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