RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Music being picked and strummed by a lively band of musicians
always in synch with one another, graduating and entering
measures that add up in enticing products of our energy.
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Spattering paint all over the place through notes of musical
interludes, trying many different patterns and designs, over-
flowing from memories of the past.
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Exercising rights, God-given and those of our Constitution,
enjoying the spiritual freedom and all others mandated by
our forefathers before us.
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Knocking on doors of vacant homes, talking to ourselves,
for no one wants to hear our thoughts or opinions these
days.
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Waiting for life to catch up with what I'm thinking of,
hoping both will coincide and attune to rhythms of my
soul as I flow in synch with an interior spirituality.
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Stranded on an island of loneliness, bereft and filled with
an unending emptiness, drained of life, existing in a vacuum
of humanity.
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Walking into sounds of intense music, feeling tempos
and beats filling my being, giving this mind an entic-
ing energy that never seems to quit or fade away.
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Intense rhythms touching me interiorly, giving passion a lift,
a joyful glee as I continue writing incessantly, listening to
notes and sounds, searching coded rhythms, seeing equations and mathematical formulas within intellect.
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Realizations flow into my mind, touching upon creative
areas within this brain, lively and thoughtful, portray-
ing photographic images as they participate in intellect.
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Intensely silent, thinking about life and all that I've
lived through so far, watching and being tempted as
everything unfolds.
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