RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A large tree seemingly surrounding three tall palm trees
in the distance, looking like it's hugging them, a Divine
grace from above.
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Watching and looking closely at nature, trees so graceful,
growing towards heaven and spreading their shaded love over
earth, creating a cooler place for humanity to stop and rest.
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Rhythms bouncing along on an afternoon breeze, touching
minds and hearts of people here, listening to DokandGaul,
beats rising and falling.
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Living in a world of poetry, its essence filling this being
totally inside and out, listening to stories being told in
and through every measure and chord being played.
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Waving through trees on earth, steadily beating rhythms of
nature, not being heard by most people, because they're
not one with nature.
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Imagination rising above, entering other dimensions that
haven't been visited before this mere poet found them and
loves being the only one within them.
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Tirelessly listening to music and rhythms, being energized
by the colors of its sound, rapidly playing guitarist, now
taking this mind into a realm of ingenious measures.
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Life in the midst of music captivates this mind, allowing
it the freedom to dance to its own innate rhythms, play-
ing and teasing intellect with its wily energetic sounds.
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Rhythms of drumsticks adding to the staccato sounding
repertoire being played, touching and taking mind and
intellect into a pool below an interior waterfall.
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Steady beats of rhythm taking away from life and up the
stairway to heaven where all is perfect and beautiful,
nothing to mar the honesty of God, Himself.
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