RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Band jumping on the wagon, exploiting notes and tones, bringing this song into an exciting beginning and ending.

Leading mind and intellect down interior avenues of recollection and their total images.
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Riding horseback on rhythms, enjoying the melodic ride, mind galloping faster and faster through a desert landscape always existing within this poet's being.

Always being refreshed in depths of aromas of flowers bursting into the atmosphere, as life hands solace in many measures of rhythms playing, cajoling everywhere in life interiorly.
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Remembering and forgetting in and through rhythms of songs that fill the atmosphere without any fear at all.

Thoughts revolving in and about this entertaining night being spent with strangers and their love for singing at karaoke whenever possible in their lives.
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Music is life simply put in lines and verses of songs and poetry being written by this mere poet whil sitting alone in an atmosphere of a bluened light of the Divine.

A very contemplative state of mind, influenced by musical rhythms one after another throughout this entire life, always being picked up in a glorious and fantastic world interiorly.
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Rushing into tambourine rhythms shaking minds loose, going onto the dance floor and having a great time being oneself throughout the night.

Excellent vibrational energy filling not only the atmosphere, but everyone here tonight, smiling, talking, friendship abounding, feelings at ease.
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Music crushing tonight with a vibrational energy taking this poet rapidly into musical rhythms of melodies that soar far into this poetical being.

Unafraid to rise into a bluened atmosphere of the Divine alone and hungry for the peace of our Lord completely, just waiting for Him to say when.
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Tones bouncing about taunting mind and intellect mercilessly, but not even minding, just loving every sound being played into this splendid night of rhythms.

Opening up, exploring measures of music indefinitely throughout the night, mind moving through neural pathways, synapses jumping up and out of the way.
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Sounds of LaPalma now reverberating in and throughout this atmospheric environment, straightening out many thoughts that are inconclusive for one reason or another.

Reliving past memories that are possibly interrupting a really great time as steady rhythms continue beating pleasantly from a tambourine.
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Living in an abandoned life, paying the price of being born into poverty, somehow not minding because Mom was such a good person, always smiling and positive no matter what happened.

Today, having her disposition, always listening to music and being rewarded in its rhythms totally throughout this temporary life, enjoying life in a positive energy and attitude always.
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Sun being hidden behind clouds hanging low in the sky, black and white, looking like rain coming soon to this Arizona desert.

Wind kicking up, palm trees being bent over, in a strong wind now crossing our paths, hoping this storm passes over.
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