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Ode to the Madman

Ode to the Madman

It was heaven in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees and I was in hell.
But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs.
And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both,
Under the dauntless palms.
I took in the majesty of the gods
As they bowed to each other,
Like kow-towing Chinamen in white robes.
I took in the flames and the feathers, both.
I took in the shadows and the spotlights of the stabbing sun.
The book was Women by Bukowski.
I lounged by the winking, blue-eyed pool,
Eyeing the half-naked women in bikinis,
Reading the drunken madman,
Sipping daiquiris on ice
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
The way she walked as she brought me my drinks,
Was a Revelation and a turn-on, both.
It seemed, as I discerned from her big-breasted body language,
That she already knew the answers to life’s unasked questions.
That she had already traveled 
To the farthest star in the galaxy.
That she had already tasted the wine of eternal wisdom.
Yes, it was the way she walked.
Bukowski would’ve smiled and said:
“Comon honey, let’s dance!”
I was in heaven and in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees, and I sweated.
But I saw paradise under the dauntless palms.
Ode to the madman!
“I sip this daiquiri in your name.”
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.

Copyright © stark hunter

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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...

Copyright © Andrew Shannon

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His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than 
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! " 

Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!

Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "

Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!

Nothing has was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! " 

Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna! 

All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace! 
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! " 

Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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To Death

Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.

Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.

Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.

To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.

Copyright © Angelus Somnium

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The face of love

Trying prayer, realising

 it doesn't stop right there.

 You say a prayer and hope

 that its enough, that your

 words of love have reached

 Heaven above. Just stop and

 think how we have asked? Was

 it behind a mask of sorrow and

 shame.Thinking we are not good

 enough to receive a blessed gain.

 We have it all wrong as its what

 Jesus has already done. None are

 worthy its Gods free gift of grace.

 So raise your head, truly open your

 eyes. Look up and realise love does

 have a face, thank you Jesus

Copyright © Andy Craig

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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD

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Childeren of Heaven

Wait for hope, another sunshine,
Screams un opened, ache suppress,
Tears hold in eyes, cry less whine,
Penniless life eked out with depress,
Roving on the way with shoeless feet,
Spent dreadful life in great poverty,
Staring at shop for seeking of Sweet,
Sleep tight in roofless sovereignty,
Playing in downy mud, and quag,
Whether it's a winter or summer scorch,
These innocent child utter no nag,
Pass rest of their journey with single torch,
Being empty pockets and hands,
No mean to them for which they can,
Buy things of choice and colorful bands,
Scenario, the same for all poor clan,
Their life is full of burdensomeness,
Where no calm or rests exist,
Dawn to dusk with onerousness,
Embrace the hurdles, thorns and curvy twist.

Shahid Hussain Chouhdry

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry

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FORREST GUMP was sent on his way to Heaven. Upon his arrival, St Peter met him at the pearly gates.

‘I’m sorry,’ St Peter said. ‘But Heaven is suffering from an over – load of goodly souls and we have been forced to put new arrivals through an exam.’

‘What does it consist of?’ said Forrest. ‘Three questions,’ said St Peter. ‘The first is: which two days of the week start with the letter “T”? The second is: how many seconds are there in a year? The third is: what was the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda? Now go away and think about the questions.’

So Forrest went away and gave the questions considerable thought. The next day, St Peter asked if he had the answers.

‘Well then,’ said St Peter, ‘Which two days of the week start with the letter T?’
‘Today and tomorrow,’ said Forrest.
St Peter decided he could allow the answer.

‘Could I have your answer to the second question?
How many seconds in a year?’ 

‘Just 12,’ replied Forrest.
‘Only 12?’ exclaimed St Peter.
‘How did you arrive at that?’
‘Easy,’ said Forrest. ‘There’s the second of January through to the second of December.’

St Peter looked at Forrest and said: ‘I need some time to consider your answer before I can give you a decision’. He walked away shaking his head.
A short time later, St Peter returned. I’ll allow the answer, but you need to get the third question absolutely correct to enter Heaven.’
Can you tell me the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?’

‘Of the three questions, I found this the easiest,’ said Forrest.
‘Really?’ exclaimed St Peter.
‘What is the answer, Forrest?’
‘It’s Andy,’
‘Yes, Andy,’ said Forrest.

This floored St Peter. Turning to Forrest, he asked: ‘How in God’s name did you arrive at that answer?’
‘Easy,’ said Forrest. ‘Andy sat, Andy watched, Andy waited till his billy boiled…’

And Forrest entered Heaven!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton

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I Went To Heaven

                        I Have A God

Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before,
Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ?
Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens?
I open'd my eyes after honey'd slumber,
Blind'd by sparkling silver and blazing gold 
Of a goldsmiths treasure trove.
I walk'd step by step on the cloudy floor
Feeling the weightlessness of my heavy shoulders.
Much had I been overwrought  by mortal burden,
And heaved a sigh at this fanciful world.
Above the lands, above the seas, 
Above the mountains  had I obliviously reached.
In the realms of dreams I smiled,
And swirled my glittery gown.
The gods had been kind for this Elysian ecstasy
Loud shout'd I my gratitude to the Almighty,
If this be divinity I ask for no more
Before me stood my creator in all his luminosity and spoke,
You call'd me child and I your servant be, 
No more pain, no more misery, 
No more desire, no more passion shall ever feel.
Your soul in my palm will be, your vesture rested on the ground.
Down look you on earth,the towering inferno has turned you to smithereens.
Your love is here,
And here begin we a life afresh.
He point'd his big finger down, once again.
There on earth your treasures lie,
The fray is on and many will die.
For centuries have they fought and for centuries will they continue,
Your abode be here for all times to come,
Fret not you, for I be here.
Spoke I to God,
A dream this were not, for I am sure. 
What treasures do I yearn? What passions do I crave?
What pain? What misery you speak of when I your only audience be?
My raptures  the world knows not of,
For too entangled is the diseased world,
Of  attachments and detachments.
Much to their envy am I filled with pride,
My journey has not ended, 
With you by my side it has just newly begun.

Balveen Cheema
November 26, 2015
Contest: I went To Heaven
Sponsor:Laura Urbaniak

Copyright © Balveen Cheema

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Making new friends, turning new

 bends. Upon a steep mountain slope

 focused on breaking old trends. We are

 children of God all saved by the same grace.

 We should all do the good Lords work, yet

 that's not what gets us through heavens gates.

 That my friend is believing in Jesus. Perfect man

 and perfect God, our sinless saviour nailed our

 sins to the cross

Copyright © Andy Craig

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Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton die on the same day, and they both go before an 
Angel, to find out if they’ll be admitted to Heaven. Unfortunately, there’s only one 
space left that day, so the Angel must decide which of them gets in. The Angel 
asks Dolly if there’s some particular reason why she should go to Heaven.
Dolly takes off her top and says: ‘Look at these, they’re the most perfect breasts 
God ever created, and I’m sure it will please God to be able to see them every day, 
for eternity.’
The Angel thanks Dolly, and asks Her Majesty the same question. The Queen takes 
a bottle of Perrier out of her purse, and drinks it down. Then, wees into a toilet and 
pulls the lever.
The Angel says, ‘OK, your Majesty, you may go in.’ Dolly is outraged and asks: 
‘What was that all about? I show you two of God’s own perfect creations and you 
turn me down.
She wees into a toilet and gets in! Would you please explain that to me?’
‘Sorry, Dolly,’ says the Angel, ‘but even in Heaven, “A ROYAL FLUSH – BEATS A PAIR 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton

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Here was a game of football
Like you’ve never seen before,
Two teams of football players
Who had just passed through 
death’s door?

All struck down by lightning
In a game of pace and skill
And the score line when the 
lightning struck was still nil-

When the players reached the 
Pearly Gates
The lord was standing there,
With the devil in the shadows
Just waiting for his share

They both knew that these new 
Could command “Top of the Bill”
Seven minutes after kick-off
It was still nil-nil.

Heaven picked a team whom
Were a credit down on Earth,
Hell, a team of schemers
Who would cheat for all their 

Heaven hit the crossbar
And it gave the Lord a thrill
But halfway through the first 
It was still nil-nil.

Hell piled on the pressure
And they played like men 
The remainder of the first 
Heaven struggled second 

A golden goal would win it
And hell went in for the kill.
When the whistle blew for 
half time
It was still nil-nil.

The second half it started
And both teams were on their 
Heaven played like demons
And by heck they tackled 

And then Heaven won a 
The whistle it blew shrill
But Heaven missed the 
spot kick
It was still nil-nil.

Then there was a breakaway
By hells big number nine,
For hell to score the golden 
It would have been a crime.

The winning goal was imminent
But Heavens save was brill
Then Heaven scored the golden 
And it was now one-nil.

You may think this short poem
Is about a football game
Just remember good and evil
Are competing just the same.

For eternity they’ve battled
And you bet they always will
Until someone scores the 
golden goal
Its Heaven one – Hell nil


Copyright © Darryl Ashton

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The currency of heaven

Time plus life is Euro
Men in earth are without
Self and heaven love
Eating nut 
with this rear currency.

In life women have live. 
Living is a choic, life is a gift.

I salute michael...
He has spend sure his currency....well?

But life living with time
Need get give profit
Profit to heaven...?

Copyright © innocent ododo

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sept 11 and heaven

as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a  day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me 
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy

life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours

and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives

Copyright © louise nelson

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Ode To A Dead Pilot

Ode To A Dead Pilot
  The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then frown.
Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew.
A Soldier in his britches needs a glory to behold; 
other than the flag of his own country I am told.
Place your thoughts above on things where Christ
does dwell, and walk on streets of GOLD. 
Even in your dreams and memories it will help you to grow old.
There was once a MAN who was once a boy.
He played with toys, and after graduation then He heard: 
Great engines sucking air into intakes, 
and the expelling of the air again to reach a multi-colored
transfer pointe and sometimes after running out of fuel
a man does NOT bail out...
but takes his planethopping function into the DEAD terrian.
Avoiding populated areas, to kill a cactus NOT a populas.
When that MAN is inn his Heaven and rewards come due.
I want to hear everyone in Heaven say, 
'He was a boy getting into that aeroplane, but he
became a MAN today.
I saw several of my men turn fear away from populated places, 
as they crashed and died in flame into the desert cactus, 
to ensure the best proclivity of mass production.
The wreckage of an aeroplane. 

Charles Hice 

Copyright © charles hice

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The Way To See Heaven

They say the way to see Heaven,
is look to the skies.
Yet, all I have to do
is look into your eyes.

Your heart is pure;
Your heart is true.
That is why I
fell in love with you.

I see your love
when our eyes meet
I feel your  love
with so much heat

  I feel your love
when my heart skips a beat
I feel it when it
knocks me off of my feet

 I will love you
till the end,at my death
I will love you,
till my very last breath.


Copyright McCuen 2008

Copyright © MC MC

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Safeguarding- Open Sea Contest


In the blink of an eye
My world crumbled.
Catastrophe struck my life
Leaving me numb.

My soulmate, my childhood mate,
Whose shoulder I had oft wept on,
Who had remained steadfastly loyal,
Just vanished out of my life.

My soul mate loved sailing,
Always saying, 'The wind, my drifter,
Safer world it always leads me to',
Was defeated in his super adventure on the seas.

My soulmate, true to his name,
Was hard as a rock, forever true,
Eye or heart, what was purer, I know not,
No bone, no flesh, no tatter was traced.

I awakened once again from my reverie,
To realise nothing lasts forever,
We did not meet by chance,
It was pre-destined.

My soulmate, I shall wait till eternity
Till we meet again,
Or please patiently wait till I join you,
To safeguard the pearly gates of heaven.

( Two guards for pearly gates is better company 
and eases the boredom of scanty traffic! )

September 26, 2015
Contest: Open Sea
Sponsor: Chase Trevi

Copyright © Balveen Cheema

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Ode to Heaven

while Walking on 
the sharp edges of life,
the soul gets wounded
& bleeds.. 

Tired and exhausted
in this race for survival,
I tremble and fall..
At such times
Oh stars! 
send me a friend
whose hand 
will make me stand 
once again
her touch
could soothe
my bruises & wounds
and maybe, for 
a few steps only,
I could feel , I am not alone 

Copyright © priyarpan srivastava