RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching people standing in line, black, white, Asian,
Mexican, all happy, contented, talking, laughing and
joking with one another.
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You and I standing together, having love, compassion and
caring for others, always ready to lend a helping hand
or listen to someone who needs to be heard.
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Watching lights in the reflection of a picture hanging on the
wall, like a still life, giving my mind images to attribute
rhythms to.
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Wagon wheel set up against the building, ivy climbing upon
it energetically without any qualms at all, nature nourish-
ing and nurturing it from the ground up.
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Watching as the democratic nominee walks onto stage, pant
suit ill-fitted and ugly, but what the heck, she used tax
payers and bribe money from our enemies.
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Sounding throughout Wagon Yard, rhythms blending with thoughts
and concepts, taking this poet's mind into another dimension,
living in the moment.
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Strutting like a peacock in the wild, finding anticipation
rising higher within, riding waves of an interior climax,
taking me away with fleeting memories.
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Silent and still, passing time, going through measures of
rhythm as they are counted in rapid tempos of yesterday.

Closing gaps left in minds of others, taking up the slack
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Stepping down into the midst of intellect as rhythms climb
higher within, surpassing any other signs that may combine
and take their places in time.
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Quietly riding over a mountainous desert, life held onto with-
out any interruptions or barriers standing in the way.

Interior and beautiful wonder, shyly peeking, nothing to com-
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