RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Winds coming from different directions, never discriminating against any of them, having delight and happiness whenever they come upon this mind.

Sublime and gentle thoughts flowing throughout life, its interior atmosphere always in the hands of God, living because of His mercy and love.
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Reasons abound, contemplating thoughts of yesterday, watching those of the present and seeing how the future is going to smooth out without any mistakes happening in life? !

Wanting to keep astride rhythms as they keep pace with tempos, raising interests of another life in the future, con-
templating and finding out where the next moment will be fathomed out.
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Letting life be ruled by rhythms, listening eagerly, wanting to be in the midst of an enormous feeling of humility, choosing words that will combine senses and their feelings.

Jumping and moving in an interior atmosphere, wondering and believing in circumstances of another sunsetical shore, a permanent one next time around.
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Writing in the desert, having found an oasis here at Outlaws, Cold Front band playing our senses in melodies of joy and fun, bringing laughter into circles of happiness.

Taking everything in the grasp of what can be told only in rhythms musically being played innately, learning from its total innate knowledge and wisdom.
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Jumping and feeling excitement as life's filled entirely with music as it moves through this atmosphere, traveling in a majestic beauty of what matters most in this ordinary life.

Circling and moving to tempos as they come and go, like waves upon the ocean, alighting at times upon the surface, being tossed and turned especially in the center of a storm.
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Get those shoes a moving out on the dance floor, have a great time stepping to rhythms, never getting lost, always knowing exactly where each rhythm is going to fall.

Capturing energy as it comes from the center of melodies and their tempos, the faster the better, tight-knit, colorful as they're tempted and kept in photographic memories.
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Silent silence of loneliness as it surpasses feelings of betrayal and anger, taking no prisoners, just abuse in one way or another.

Respecting and quietly begging for acknowledgement in shadows of darkness as they keep hiding basic thoughts that always keep a person down.
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Music being played, tempos keeping pace with this heart contemplating life atmospheres interiorly, loving the energy of another dimension where there are no mistakes.

An interior place of perfection that not many people will ever see, but artistic and creative people are roped into this like a cattle drive in the good old west.
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Band coasting up and down measures of music, never disappointing us, playing music that gets everyone up and moving to its beats of rhythms.

Gliding and sliding to the beauty in rhythms going intensely straight into an environment of wonder and curiosity, all hours of the day and night.
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Listening to music of the sixty's - upbeat, perfect rhythms touching and beautifying our teenage lives with taunting music of the Village People, YMCA being favorite.

Their music touching a musically rhythmic poetical mind,
loving how it has a place in a poet's life experiences, an innate talent recognized in other musicians throughout time.
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