A life lived alive is the one worth living,
be it exceptional or mediocre,
It is all in the giving.
To friend or to foe or to no-one at all.
Just put it all out there,
and don't fear the fall.
Say whats worth saying and not what is not.
Listen and learn,
from the truths you forgot.
Though alone we all lie in the dark of the night,
We all do have friends
to share in the light.
So let life shine in warming the soul.
Shine right on back
and we'll bask in it all.
The Reverend makes no excuses for his bad spontaneous poetry that is no worse, nor better than any other poetry expresed with sincerity and some dgree of clarity.
Only ba assured that I mean what I say and endeavour to practice what I preach.
Transmit and you shall receive...
2 comments:
Blimey the Limey turns up a cracking rhymey!
More soul than a chinese sweatshop
full of shoe bases
With more heart than a cardio surgeons
memory
And more love than a world
full of Hallmark cards.
Spontaneity is the word of the day
And liberal doses of humour
so we don't forget to play!
Rainbow coloured chameleon,
Trickster's many masked,
Forget the flesh,
The artists turps-
a long abandoned past.
Mercurial dark alchemist,
Hold up mirror-
to the light,
Commune with lamb,
On mystic hill,
Where fire Dragon's fight.
Respect the journey,
A pilgrims task,
The secret lives-
of branching tree's,
Swirl above the mist.
Coal face echo's through all time,
Armour wearing thin,
A holy blessing
To be burnt,
Now angel voices sing.
Cloaked in gold,
In comfort zone's,
Harmony not truth,
Spades at hand,
Smiles on face,
An a eternal jewelled youth.
'Unspontanious' By Ann.Thropisst. Age 12.
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