RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stepping into realms of country-western music being sung by Cold Front Band, always finding things to write about while they play.

Mind and intellect being splashed with their intellectual music, touching mind and spirit while thinking and writing poetry, an equivalent of fantastic soaring into space.
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Soothing staccato moods of rhythms telling stories to all who listen interiorly, being attuned and avidly being enlivened through tempos as they fall into the lap of musicians, poets, artists loving this quaint atmosphere within.

Sitting beneath a giant old tree that's giving shade and a peaceful sound as the wind gently blows across a patio where a band is now playing, it's such a wonderful place of beauty right here in our own back yard.
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Jalopy-sounding music, laid back and kind of lazy, not wanting to walk around, just sit and write to this mere poet's hearts content so peacefully.

whispering coded rhythms into intellect, assembling tones and tempos into pieces of life compositions while being totally saturated in and with nature for several hours.
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Band playing, rocking the juke box that's lying here on the patio silently at Outlaws bar and restaurant, a perfect place to sit and listen to rhythms as they're sending messages into the universe.

Building upon secrets of the future now hidden in visions that're open to this poetical being, sitting alone, but happy, having a great time in music, feeling it intensely in heart, soul and spirit, rising into the afternoon teasingly.
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Rising with coded rhythms as they grasp and take a mind out onto the dance floor while sitting here listening to the band.

Opening mind, tending to thoughts, ideas and concepts, plac-ing them in many meaningful lines of poetry across the world.
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Music drives fears and doubts out and away into a void where they cannot tempt feelings and emotions to despair.

Tempos racing everywhere, giving a being a magical interior lit brightly and sensationally, opening doors mindfully, thoughts falling out throughout the environment.
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Guitar picking and being strummed like our hearts while listening to music, minds contemplating in serene atmospheres rising to every occasion as it comes about.

Never leaving this place, always coming back to it in time through a photographic memory that has now been etched within it.
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Solitary and alone, heart so lonesome here in the midst of an Arizona desert, listening to music on a patio, no room for tears and their broken dreams.

Keeping watch deep within shadows of what we once had are still trembling inside when thoughts come suddenly into this mind.
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Pilgrims of another time, thoughts linked to the past, yet being in the present every day, sun rising and setting, eclipsing night-mares of yesterday.

A life-long musical passageway that's always open and reuniting rhythms in people's minds, nothing to bar the excite-
ment as it comes flowing freely and sweetly.
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Wonder carrying life into a natural environment, heart beating to the rhythms of an innate talent, breaking through barriers of life at times.

Pushing aside all remarks and comments of those who are jealous and taking chances to abuse and demean others, but fooling only themselves.
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