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Limerick Heaven Poems | Limerick Poems About Heaven

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There once was a husband in heaven
His faults per hour averaged seven
In spite of all of his rot
His wife would scold not
Ah, this husband was living in heaven!


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The Cowboy and Beelzebub

Off to the Church this Cowboy went For Sunday to him was Heaven sent But as he took to his pew Suddenly into their view Beelzebub, he, now present Imagine the screaming now starting To the exits they're simply departing But this Cowboy remains Against Beelzebub's deign Oh the odours of the leaving farting To the Cowboy, Beelzebub says In a broken down language display Are you frightened of me Am I stronger than thee Not really, who do you think you portray For Satan I am, but you never have fears No matter what I say, leaves you no tears So simply, what can it be That your not scared of thee I've been married to your sister for years .

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Writer Heaven

I imagine a place where all writers 
Are gathered soon after they die;
I know it's true, (it's in my dreams too) 
So never do I need ask why.

There sit Dickens and Clements and Doyle, 
All sharing a pint at the bar,
While Shelley and Poe exchange stories of woe
And watch all the joy from afar.

Watch Mister Keats dance a ditty 
While Hemmingway drums to keep time,
And old Mother Goose peers down from her roost; 
A brief pause from writing her rhymes.

All these writers of stories and poems,
Too many of them to number
Share and remember their stories forever
In spite of their physical slumber.

I see them watching their stories
Being read over the generations;
It brings them pride that their works survived
And are shared throughout all the nations.

But one thing that brings them amusement
Is to see people study so long;
To explain the intent or what their words meant
when there is no meaning all along.

Sometimes our words have a message.
Sometimes we want to impart
All of our feelings and memories and reelings
To those who share in our heart.

Is it possible some words have no meaning.
What if we simply write what we dream?
And someday, somehow, people will vow
To figure out what my words might mean.

While up in Writer's Heaven, I'll laugh and sing
Because it won't mean anything.

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Heaven Sent

I once thought you had been heaven sent, 
but now you bring all this mad ferment.  
Your crazy emotions 
and endless commotions 
tell me we were never heaven meant.