The rhythm of lifes poetry.

[keith]

The sound of my music is such that my spirit exalts

Just like listening to heavens soul encrusted vaults,

And angels sometimes sing along to the prayers

As such deeply special souls climb heavens stairs,

When there is need of them they turn to touch our souls

And make our spirit’s reach the essence of their goals,

For us to wish together on the brightest star in the sky

Brings the shine back to our smile and, the twinkle to our eye.



The rhythm of our poetry can often take us to the skies

With a sense of pure elation, without any where’s or why’s,

As the day turns tired and dreamy it embellishes our rhymes

And takes us through the corridor of our forever times,

And with poetry’s embellishment comes decorative joy

For every child remembers them, whether a girl or boy,

Poetry’s rhyme brings more that just a smile upon a face

It celebrates the intelligence of life wrapped in white lace.



Sometimes when the skies are grey and we feel down and out

Our poems can give a whisper or indeed a glorious shout,

For they are more than merely words of sorrow or solace

For they make life’s utmost precious thing, a smile upon a face,

They can be a celebration of life’s moonlight painted streams

Or countless stars that tumble down to sleep within our dreams,

Yet two of the most precious things there are for us to seek

Are an arm around a shoulder, and a kiss upon a cheek…

[Sharon]

beautifully and skillfully written

[Eddie]

great poetry