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Heaven Is Not Where You Think It Is

When you die
you may be burnt
better than those
that Zionists burn alive
you may be buried
in the soil of the universe
at best
may you come back as a blooming rose
giving hope to all who admire the beauty
of natures mystic gifts

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Rowena Velasco

August 3, 2025 at 7:49 AM

A haunting juxtaposition of brutality and rebirth. The wish to return as a rose feels both tender and defiant—nature offering hope where humanity fails. Thought-provoking work.

Bill Baker

July 7, 2025 at 11:28 AM

Intriguing poetry, Arthur ... thought-provoking. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Arthur Vaso

July 10, 2025 at 12:28 AM

Thank you Bill!

Evelyn Judy Buehler

July 5, 2025 at 9:39 PM

I love roses. I grow them in my garden. Lovely poem! :)

Evelyn Judy Buehler

July 6, 2025 at 9:09 AM

Yes, it is such a tragedy. I pray that powerful voices like yours are heard Blessings.

Arthur Vaso

July 6, 2025 at 1:53 AM

me too! however I am sad at the genocide and death of children, which is my message I will not stop speaking on. :)

Valsa George

July 4, 2025 at 10:13 PM

It would be beautiful to come back to life as a fragrant, beautiful rose. But it too will wither away in a few days time. I am looking for a life eternal after death. Whatever it is, let us hope for a more beautiful state. Great insight. Smiles....

Arthur Vaso

July 5, 2025 at 12:36 AM

Thank you kindly!

Nette Onclaud

July 2, 2025 at 9:49 PM

a fearless wtite powered by your deep insights, arthur!

Arthur Vaso

July 5, 2025 at 12:35 AM

Thank you, I will never stop speaking up!

Sara Kendrick

July 2, 2025 at 2:50 AM

When people hate, it only grows with each generation. So sad of the horrible things people do to each other in wars. Now many are going on right now. It seems never ending. In the end so the Bible says there shall be wars and rumors of wars, earthquakes in diverse places. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Way to go. Sara K

Arthur Vaso

July 5, 2025 at 12:35 AM

Thank you Sara, it just pains me all who suffer, especially the children.

Anne Winter

June 25, 2025 at 5:37 AM

I have always loved that idea of coming back as a blooming rose. Eloquently written! :)

Arthur Vaso

June 29, 2025 at 11:52 PM

Thank yo very much!

Joe Maverick

June 24, 2025 at 8:50 PM

I beg to differ Art..Yet each will have their own Idea..from the eclectic situations we encounter I know my experiences..Late in life albeit tell me Some about it.' If you have interest look up Adam Mulally he has a song (washed clean) & An album..I met him and his mother.. Who that is About, (quite by chance..) if you would know more of that i can let you know.' Its not good to Withold info is my position..' Enjoyed the poem And commenting.'

Arthur Vaso

June 29, 2025 at 11:53 PM

That is the essence of my poem, we all are so certain of our different beliefs which in a way dis proves them all! :)

Nette Onclaud

June 19, 2025 at 9:50 AM

i'll see you paragliding in a galaxy far, far away? a gem this one, arthur!

Arthur Vaso

June 29, 2025 at 11:53 PM

Thank you!

Duke Beaufort

June 19, 2025 at 8:56 AM

Arthur, I am getting a big kick reading your work. Hopefully, we’ll never let society’s evil deprive us of our personal sense of joy. Seeing what you do is a real pleasure. Smiles!!

Arthur Vaso

June 27, 2025 at 12:17 AM

you are very kind, cheers.