RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Music keeping time throughout the years with this mere poet,
gathering bouquets of blossoms, tossing them before the stage
for a beautiful and sincere thank you to the band.
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Living high in this desert, having a good time just being in
touch with natural surroundings of Mother Nature.

Complacent, soothing and tender, cooling off tempers, heating
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Slapping drums as life hits the ground running, feeling the
strategy of an interior spiritual life taking beings into
depths of forests, deserts and mountains with open hearts.
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Once again, galloping into the darkness of another episode of
living in the desert, music kicking ass and people joining in,
having the time of our lives as we go down corridors of rhythms.
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Night and day being lived in rhythms, creating so many
thoughts and ideas to write to, soon to be composing
them into the wonder and beauty of everything in this
time and place.
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Listening, music building and erecting a creative idea that
will be written out in strokes of a pen all the while as
rhythms break out and create some more.
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Watching as life is being corralled in an atmosphere of music
that keeps everyone living in a beautiful desert, surrounding
us as melodies are being spread like honey on bread.
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American eagle soaring above, showing us the freedom that
belongs to each of us.

No one has any business clipping our wings because life
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First thing in the morning riding measures of music, its
rhythms taking us into heights of mountains and through
canyons that sparkle and glitter as the sun hits them.
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Rejoicing happily, being thrilled this afternoon by sounds of
Morrison being played on the other side of living as people
dance and enjoy the sensations of feelings being washed and
rinsed in the wonder of all that's being created.
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