delight
react
ad-lib
distinctly
protest
spiritual
middle
grateful
tremble
I am grateful for life,
though it makes me tremble
Don't know what to want
or who to resemble
Dinstinctly reacting
to spiritual yapping,
people can't pin me down,
have trouble mapping
I protest now and then,
not always a delight,
but it shows my passion
and my will to do right
This life needs ad-libbing
and constant adjustment
I jump in the middle
and think I am God-sent
Copyright by Phoebe June 5th, 2006
This is a poem for Phoebe's delight
Put into a frame for that purpose alright
A poem 'bout people, about love or war?
About life? A protest? No idea so far!
Distinctly different from all that we know
Creative and thoughtful, a spiritual glow
A poem to make the world prick up its ears
In the middle of chaos, hurry and fears
To make the soul tremble, that is kept in mind
To give hope and comfort, not easy to find
A poem the world will be all grateful for
That really says something, inspires and more...
Such is a poem I would like to put down
But that I can't do it, I have just shown!
Copyright by Nyko June 5th, 2006
My soul is filled with sweet delight as my mind's dreams are left behind,
In this moment I am between realities, in the middle of two realms,
A spiritual feeling flows through me, but not due to any grace of God,
It is the heavenly body beside me that fills my soul with joy.
The light gently glides over your soft skin as you awaken from your slumber,
In this instant, I distinctly know that I have no need for protest,
Whilst I might tremble at the thought of what the future holds, I am instead
grateful for this moment of clarity,
For whatever problems this day brings, we will react together,
Whatever hardships we face, we will never surrender.
We will bend the rules, ad-lib our lines, and out fight all that challenges us,
For the chance to return once more to watch the new dawn break again...
Copyright by Habs (DJ Topcat) January 9th, 2007
