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Age Heaven Poems | Age Poems About Heaven

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Details | Rhyme |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014



Details | Rhyme |

Hope For The Middle Aged

A strange thing has happened in our lives
They call it middle age
Which I think is overrated
Definitely not all the rage.
 
We don’t know what changes there will be
Upon awaking each morning
But there are signs our years are advancing
Our bodies are giving us warning.
 
One day, I found quite surprising
And much to my chagrin,
While gazing in the mirror
A granny hair under my chin!
 
And as my spouse was starting his day
His body moving about
I heard him utter a groan
As one of his knees gave out.
 
When we were kids, we played outdoor games
I remember when “tag” was in
But now it’s turned into this ugly little thing
We find hanging from our skin.
 
There are other changes I could mention.
The list goes on and on.
But it’s really not the type of change
That I wish to dwell upon.
 
The change that I am longing for,
For which my spirit does sigh;
Will take place in a moment,
In the twinkling of an eye.
 
When the Lord returns to earth
And splits the Eastern sky
Caught up to meet him in the air
To heaven, I will fly.
 
This body, now slowly fading
Puts on immortality
Gone, the limitations of this flesh,
In his likeness, I will be.
 
Truly this is the change
That I’m longing to see take place
And forever I will be satisifed
When at last, I behold His face!

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence




Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

LOVE WAITS

SUBMITTED FOR CONTEST---WAITING 
age, bereavement, for her, for him, heaven, husband, wife,

"LOVE WAITS!"

She will wait for him
He will wait for her
In heaven up above
Or on earth at home
Their loves have grown 
Their love is forever
They are seniors now
Their love hasn't  aged
But their body and minds
Grow old and weary
For their sojourn to come
That final  love spent wait   
For whoever is left behind
Will wait and not forget
The other one waits as well!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

My Heavenly Granddaughter

Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was mostly peek a boo,
And hid and go seek,
I have to admit I’d let her peek!

She use to scratch my face,
In her youthful impatient hast,
But her love would quickly erase,
The scars on anyone’s face,
At least in my case!

When she was four,
She would squeal for more,
When to keep her from bore,
I’d pretend to let her drive my car,
But granny would sure give us what for!

She has beautiful, red hair,
Over other kids gave her what for,
Just a few freckles,
Speckle,
On her pretty little pug nose,
A little sun and it glows,
A little sore nose never blows,
That’s just the way it goes!

When she was about six,
She developed a few neat tricks,
She would sit on my lap,
And say I love you grand pap,
She knew how to draw my love sap,
Between us left very little gap!

Shortly thereafter,
She was my master,
But I knew what she was after,
A trip to the candy store,
 I am certainly shore,
But without her life would be a bore!

Down the toy aisle
Her mixture of style,
A shopping cart high,
She’s the apple of my eye,
Toys and candy,
She’s grandpa’s dandy!
 
She’s now virtually a teen,
But not from grandpa weaned,
She is the pretties thing you’ve ever seen,
She still sits in my lap,
And she still draws the love’s sap,
As we recap!

Now just a little bolder,
With a little of the world to shoulder,
She’s found the world to be a little colder,
Than grand pa’s shoulder, that’s older!

Now my heart shudders,
And My mind stutters,
When I think of when she was first born,
For she gave us cause for great alarm,
Born with a heart defect,
As the doctors inspect,
To see what was needed,
Her life was completed!

She died on the table,
As it was labeled,
For two or three minutes,
She received the death sentence,
As she was carried in the arms of Jesus!


One day in a church at the age of three,
She pointed  a picture of Jesus, out to me,
She said that man carried me, as I looked to see,
That is how we understood it to be,
At the age of three!

She understands how love between humans should be,
She has shown me how love from heaven should be,
My joy, My granddaughter, heart healthy as can be,
My pretty princess, Heaven Leigh,
I am the grandpa of something that’s heavenly!

  johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE

Copyright © donna lu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

UNDER THE SUMMIT



Now that,

Under age's snow-covered summit 

I stand,

Just 

Under eternity's demarcation line,

I still hope, 

A few snowflakes of wisdom to harvest

Before 

The moment, my soul's soaring comes,

Obeying

To the Lord's celestial command!




(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
   05 October 2015


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

What does Maisie smile about

What Does Maisie Smile About?

(or A Tale of 3 Ladders)

“I wonder what Maisie smiles about, 
when she stares out of her window?”asks Jane, 
the new carer at St. Mary's, is curious,
about the aged figure watching the rain

Maisie is deep in her thoughts today,
“Maisie, Maisie”, her Grandpa cries,
“these ripe apples won't pick themselves you know!”
and up the long ladder her young legs rise                                 (1st ladder)

Autumn, in the golden orchard of yesteryear,
the warm setting sun, the birds and the bees,
the grown ups, all so merry with chatter,
Maisie and friends, all playing at ease

Such happy days of Autumn sun,
of foraged blackberries and apple cake,
of sweet plum puddings and then,
apple with cheddar  in the same bake

The adults, merry now, and all a dance,
the tree house ladder calls the young throng,                           (2nd ladder)
the boys scatter 'jacks', the girls make 'cat's cradle',
then all descend to skip in time to song

This is what I reminisce about,
and my time is far from past, you see,
I hear them, calling me, up that final ladder, 
“Maisie, your young legs will soon be free!”

Not long now, as I grow so very tired,
I will shed my 'costume' of aged joints so sore,
and return again to the young girl that I really am,
and sprint up those ladder rungs once more!                            (3rd ladder)


Mrs Cheryl Darby 2015

Copyright © Cheryl Darby | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Matters of life and death

MATTERS OF LIFE AND DEATH
Isn’t life short, today here tomorrow gone.
Switching the world off, turning eternity on.
How many before us, in the world have lived?
Just in a short while, to embrace their grief.
Many sort and earned great treasures
Many lived chasing around pleasures.
One moment masters of the world,
The next buried corpses in the ground.
Once celebrated figures of glory,
Now buried skeletons of history.
As many a poor men stagger upon wealth,
Just as many rich, succumb to poor health.
In the end we are all prisoners with no say.
We are all dogs waiting for our day.
Life is a dark winter seldom warmed by cups of tea.
And everyone is but a tiny fish lost at sea.
We may prosper here and conquer there,
But soon our strengths and efforts wear.
If you are lucky, it’s just you and a few friends,
By your bed side as your life ends.
Life is like a painful recurring bee sting,
Which you will pass down to your offspring.
you leave in them your blood and with them your name.
They believe their time is better, but its all the same.
They don’t see that the future is but a deck of cards
And you can only play the hand dealt in your hands.
Some are born to wear gold watches and to live in mansions.
Some are born to poverty and the consolation of sacred songs.
The rich man’s heaven Is drinking wine in hotels by the  beaches.
As the poor man in his hell, waits upon his resurrection to riches.

Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

Treasures of your soul


Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud 
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge 
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark 
Hope don’t give it up for a price 
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever  
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love

08-05-13


Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
for Gail 



Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

So Furthered in Life

I admire the wrinkles upon your face
They are beautiful to see
They're folds, lines and creases
And you wear them courageously.

You awarded some to the most
And most to those with less
For these that you have handed
Your face has so been blessed.

The birth of these markings
Are born from blessings with a kiss
Thus your life has been so furthered
To exhibit heavenly bliss.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Too Old to Be Young, Too Young to Be Old

To the crux and cusp of Heaven's Hill,
I have staggered with burning feet
For 'tis Hell to take another pill,
But Divine to take a flying leap

My models in bottles, posing there
Glare at me with eyes in scorn
Do they not see my Soul's despair
That's haunted me since I was born?

It's quite obvious and plain to me,
Deluged in my ninety-proof
That I am blessed, unluckily
To have survived my Youth...

*written today, drunk on whisky

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |

On the heaven mat

They might be many
luminaries on his
face,
And many clouds are
gathered in his lace
But only nights may
wave so big crystal.
Reckless, the stars
roll over the aim
vital;
Black holes, for
nothingness may
call;
On heaven`s mat, the
diamonds fall…

And saints collect
them for later
In the river from
sky; then, as
better:
As those who are
thirsty in the
desert 
Of their life, tired
to dig deep and
alert,
Will find the
searchers of
treasure`s verses 
Once, written by
clouds on the sky of
Xerxes.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

LOST

The good guy died
before the bad guy cried.
His eyes were all flipped
in pure pearl white,
with yellow patches
like jaundice.

There, surrounded by spikes,
he lost his mind.
He laid and sighed-
he had lost his world
to vicious pride.

Copyright © Thum Chiean Tien | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Hey, Heaven Is A Place On Earth: Happy New Year

Bringing yes a close, another year gone by; thinking unto myself
How she wanted me to sing her a love song ? As I was standing atop
This gallow better known as planet earth or more precisely, the noose about
Our necks well, unless your a rock star who plays a mean guitar better yet, swirls
That tiny little derriere, high high, in the air, mumbo jumbo it's a hit; super nova heights ? His, icons
Sucking on the mic fifty years now gone by; golden chains the children sway, hey man he's a baritone
Sequine girls her mirror's pearl; hey mom I'm gonna be someone, I wrote a song about a big black dong
Painted eyes with their candles high, curly who and her brother goo ? So you see, its not just Meeeee....
While the babies cry and the babies die and they suck your mic and you put their ass in some leopard tights.

Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

SURPRISED







Thought himself still young

Heaven reckoned far away

Surprise was all his  








(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
         21 June 2016


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

DYING




Why are people scared to die

Is it the fact that it is our final good bye,

Once you are in the ground and buried six feet deep

The silence must be unreal to not even hear a peep,

You are dead and can't hear or react to nothing

Because it is due to the sound proof coffin,

You wonder what does happen after a few days

From what we know our bodies start to decay,

I hope I am above and looking down

But, hopefully by then I will be heaven bound,

Dying is easy and living is not

So just enjoy time here on earth because in the end we will have forgot.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2009

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Waiting for Heaven

Waiting for Heaven Lavender petals roll changing to brown; Forest stems buckle into crimp and curl, Spring’s offering marked with the tempo of time; Dozing to dream from the natural world. The petals continue curve and color The whole drying, dying, seasonal way; Trusting faithful are the beaten flowers Born to live to give their beauty of days. An unseen force while of sleeping wonder, Collecting a new form now unnoticed by The unaware bloomings in other beds; Waiting, waiting to go to heaven’s sky. And while we are watching the wondrous views Wilt into flowers that will bloom anew.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

For my desiring flame of chest

For my desiring flame of chest
Forget their blame and light of past.
You can’t return the golden Age
Just turn the page, yes, turn the page.

They say we cannot stop the PAIN
That we should fall in feet of Vain
And die like mice in throat of cat
But we're still here, we are not dead.

Those Benedictions are not yours
I saw the Death on jaded horse.
And kiss of Heaven’s for free souls:
For you and me, but not for dolls.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

All In A Minute

All in a minute,in just a minute
When all that seemed infinite
Through Time ordained strife
Turned into pieces of life.
There must be a day after tomorrow
For both of us to go,
And both of us now can go
To the next day of tears
Which will start the coming years
That no one can ever know.
Go now,go,please go
I'll be going too
To face the first tomorrow
Where you will have no part
Save for the beating of my heart!


July 20,2013
some velvet briars

Copyright © Robert Velves | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Autumn And The Leaves

Autumn in the leaves
Speckling change 
with crisping dew
when a season done
with green
(as earth's sky
paling blue)
putting to rest
the old
making way
for God's new;

I finger the age-spots...

other blemishes
nature's obvious rots--

preparing for 
again our spring
touching the ring
I still wear 
for cherish--
such vows
were never made
to perish

I rewrite, with death
we do not part

for no temporary 
a true heart.... 

Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Endless Summer Love

Walking with the love of my life in light drizzle, hand in hand to breathe the fresh damp evening air, and view the late sunset's glare as the end of summer preludes with crickets' hymn and night birds sing that razed the fire trees last majestic bloom Amid the howling cur, not a care in the world, we share one heart for that is all we have and need, so richly blessed we found True love Though seasons change, as they surely will, when leaves shall fade and fall to icy white, well keep the warmth in each other's hand. Till the last twinkling moment, we let go, to walk ahead, and wait until once more hold hands, to walk in love on that endless summer day that never fades away

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

The-truth-of-Life

Life can be made into two things:
It can be like living in Heaven or a living hell
The paths that people choose
But life is your story to tell
Many people are forced to look away
And have no time to rejoice
But it is your life to live
Your hope, your miracle, your choice
Don’t wait for your perfect moment
Your moment is now
This is your show to perform
At the end take a bow
This is your life
Enjoy who you are
Just only be yourself
You are your own shining star

Copyright © Lea Sutherland | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Part 1 of 9/11

He woke up to take a shower
She must have already gone to work at the towers.
He heard their son Jake playing in the background.
He was making breakfast when he heard the sound.
He walked outside to hear people screaming and
Running around.
Not sure what to think
He went to the phone when a bad feeling continued to sink.
He saw the light on the answering machine flash so he pushed play
Only to here screaming, crying, and her say
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you!
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”
He dropped his orange juice on the floor.
Jake stood by the door.
He looked at all the pictures on the wall.
All the memories they made scattered down the hall.
The vacation in Mexico where they fell in love.
Their honeymoon Hawaii when they couldn’t get enough.
The day their son was born
Pictures of his last birthday and the sundress she wore,
Then he heard her vice again and the tears began to pour.
“Some things wrong
And the line to get out seems so long.
I don’t have much time to say what I want to say.
If you ever fall in love again don’t let her get away.
Cherish your moments with Jake each and every day.
Tell Jake to stand tall and never lie.
Tell him all the time he was the apple of my eye.
I know he can’t under stand at age seven
But someday I will see you both in heaven 
And what ever you do 
Remember I will always love you
If for some reason I can’t make it back to you.”

Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005

Details | Vogon |

The Stars Of A Beautiful Constellation

If we had the brilliance of stars,
we wouldn't be joyless beings.

We'll ask the somber moon to tell us tales,
and forever under her charm, we'll be listening...
explaining that existence is an exhilarating feeling;
only the unlearned can't understand where it ends.
Surely, the scientists figured out its beginnings
with mere notions that many are rejecting.

Can we ever be 
the stars of a beautiful
constellation and be grand?
Yes, earthlings seek worlds
that stir their curious mind
and their adventurous soul!


written on 5/ 11/ 2017



Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Bluer Skies

Panning west with
eyes of rust
seeking closure in
crimson trust
rest awaits in
hallowed clouds
as God Himself
harvests fields plowed
the west is where
life must end
and rotation controls
all light to send
and when at last
I close my eyes
God awakens me
in bluer skies.

Copyright © Rick Stassi | Year Posted 2017