RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Honky-tonking and going out for the night, taking hold
of intense rhythms that fill mind and intellect into
the night, dancing and finding ways to go boogying.
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Motions of life at a standstill, not able to be tempted
by rhythms that hang their head, walking along a tight-
rope so carefully.
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Rhythms being picked up and then laid down upon
so many measures that tend to fill our lives with
all types and varieties of entertainment.
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Tempos moving to an invisible forward motion, not worry-
ing about anything getting in the way because unlike life,
music takes our hearts away.
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Rocking and taking our minds quickly into an interior fire,
passion being provoked by musical rhythms that grab hold
of our minds and hearts.
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Silent whisperings being heard by hearts in love
and retiring its essence in the fabric of what
we once had.
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Lightening striking in a circle of emotion wanting to be
expressed, freed into the universe where it can no longer
cause regrets or recriminations, saving time.
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Echoes of the early south were discrimination run amok,
tearing apart the fabric of our nation.

Prejudice and hatred being formed according to the color
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Energizing a rife feeling that has sprouted, cutting edges
all around itself to keep others far away, not wanting to
be associated with anything at all.
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Slipping into notes upon lines of rhythms, tasting
honesty and beauty of fame as it decorates beings
in the throes of musical rhythms.
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