RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Swaying to music effervescently playing in streams of fascina-
tion and a realistic imagination, being supported by spiritual
dimensions that have no boundaries or limits.
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Gathering around, being tempted by rhythms, taking this body
into depths of wild and erotic feelings, passion growing, de-
sires delving deeply into this being.
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Crossing over into another dimension, living through it fully
and totally, riding waves of derision, taking them into sooth-
ing tables of tomorrow where they will be changed.
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Slow and easy, taking walks into pictures of yesterday when
everything was young, inviting and full of life, looking in
directions of another time when we were together.
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Chugging rhythms going down tracks of music, never turning
back, trusting in intellect to keep up with tempos through-
out the night.
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Rocking this being in the presence of lightening quick rhythms,
choosing to pick up the beat interiorly while keeping up
through writing poetry.
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Taking long-lasting looks through passages of time, keeping
track of all things intervening in life, all of them on
photographic screens that rotate and revolve in quick
succession.
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Walking gently into the night, soul silent, being quieted by
an interior essence of the Divine, a bluened light reaching
into intellect.
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Being just a cowgirl from way back, moving with rhythms of a
horse galloping beneath me, nothing else mattering except
feeling the wind blowing across my face and hair flowing behind.
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Magic moments of intellect are being gathered together intuitive-
ly by a deep and abiding spiritual pursuit invisible to the
human eye yet it's felt within intellect.
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