RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching through woods and forests of thoughts, singling out
a few that are attuned to what's about to be written, patterns
and designs standing out musically in rhythms.
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Sounds of persuasion being emitted from within melodies and
their rhythms, standing out in impossible designs where
music can demonstrate their benign possibilities to the world.
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Mind juggling meanings and equations of impossibilities that
continue to crop up throughout our lives, silent, but never
able to be silenced in rhythms of prose.
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Solemn and gentle, our spirits fill us with peace and serenity
when we are quiet and listening intently to them through an
innate contemplation.
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Waking to an open mind is exciting, thrilling intellect no end,
because it knows everything will be focused and able to be in-
terpreted.
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Life being arranged by a few elitists wanting power, riches and
slaves to do their bidding, being wise now to who they are, we
Americans are fighting back against their corrupt agendas.
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Soaring into a morning of delight, mind opened to a variety
of topics as light is shone upon the transgressions of our
corrupt and evil politicians going against President Trump.
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A lone tree in all it's glory, standing outside upon a green
lawn looking towards windows, thinking, wishing it could see
in and listen to conversations being carried on.
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Starting this afternoon at the very moment it has become,
taking it's place upon the clock of immeasurable time
here in this poetry journal.
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Being joined by others here at the center, Indians, muslims,
Americans, playing pool and learning about one another
timidly and quietly.
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