Heaven Work Poems

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Details | Haiku |
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
My warm body's on permanent loan to Big Pharma;
I am chancing my health but could care less for karma.
All that money they pay is too good to refuse;
So with minimal risk I have little to lose.

Man, I shovel their food and I watch lots of cable;
And I gain as much weight as I'm possibly able.
I will sleep like Prince Charming awaiting a kiss
From young nurses so sweet their mere presence is bliss.

I can do what I want from pre-dawn to late night
Just as long as I don't give the staffers a fright.
I take nice, long hot showers until I'm beet red;
Some warm milk with six cookies, and then on to bed.

It's pure Heaven, I tell you, it's every man's dream;
You relax all the time, eat desserts with whipped cream,
Then you mark off each day as it languidly fades,
Blithely block out the world by extending the shades.

So work smarter, not harder, all you Type-A's out there;
And let stress be a kind of a fast fading nightmare
Out of which you've been wakened by a woman's soft voice
As she calls you to breakfast, and makes note of your choice.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
I am in Heaven dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the ones I have come to know and love
Are all with me now in the clouds above.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus’ love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?
The heart that once throbbed warmly in my chest, Is now at a calm and peaceful rest.
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond Earth’s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father’s Will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus’ land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!

Copyright © angela derscha | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Waiting is the hardest thing to do.
Impatiently in our desire we wait to set the world on fire.
We run and jump when we are young
  with energy to burn and it's so hard to wait your turn.
But as we grow we start to slow
   and quickly begin to learn we still must wait our turn.
Waiting, waiting on time to pass.
Watching, watching the hourglass.
When will it be my turn to dance and when will it be my turn to take a 

Finally, you're out of school and you imagine all the possibilities
  that life can bring to be.
The world is yours to see and you tell yourself, "I'm free!"
You're walking tall and proud with a briefcase in one hand
  and a wallet in the other.
Now you're glad you listened to your father and your mother.

But the water is deep and filled with sharks and for your blood
  they thirst.
Sometimes you won't come in first.
Sometimes you'll learn the hard way what life is all about.
The truth is you'll work long and hard until your hair is falling out.
It's time to take your medicine and you're waiting for your check.
You're waiting for your kids to call and it's your turn to cut the deck.
We never stop waiting for something, it's true,
  but the question is:
  "How long will heaven wait on  you?"

By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Jan. 15, 2017
"All Rights Reserve


Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
in the morning when i wake and when the sun starts to shine. 

and on that stretch of road that leads to work you're always on my mind. 

i think of you when im at work cause it helps speed up the time. 

and being away from you for so long seems like such a crime. 

if loving you is wrong then i dont want to be right. 

becuase holding you so close to me feels so good at night. 

if i could freeze a moment it would be when i look into your eyes. 

because its like looking into a universe as vast as the open skies. 

white represents the sillouettes of the formations in the clouds.

and then theres baby blue just like the sky above me now.

as i look deeper into your eyes its like glancing from a far. 

the shine in your pupil looks like a cluster of shiny stars. 

if i look a little deeper im sure that i'll see heaven too.

but why would i search for heaven when heaven is in you

Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
If killing is a problem solving key.
Believe me I shall also try to flee.
We killed thousands in 9/11,
We killed thousands in Iraqi sandy cabin.
We are killing thousands in Afghan War,
We trained to kill/die in Pakistan’s shore.
Do we try to learn a lesson?
God will keep us in heaven a religious fashion.
Arab will die to live on Earth,
What was truth before Lord Mohammed’s birth?
Lord Jesus Christ was born Christian,
What’s wrong in Jews living fun?
Mohammed and Jesus they played on soil,
They roasted their jobs to sweat boil.
They never sit idle and demand food free from God,
They never used to win human a religious rod,
They were polite and shared their views,
They never threw on wrong their shoes.
Conversation was their only tool to use,
Let me know whom they have abuse.
Forgiveness and mercy, they produced a shield,
They grazed their sheep on the earth field.
Do they ask God they shall give a shelter in Heaven?
They will punish that hit by a Robin.
What’s in Quran or a Bible?
Go to Heaven and kill a human tribal.
I learnt a message,’ how to live on Earth’.
That’s why Nature has our human birth.
A religious philosophy is superb,
If it cut my poverty curb.
I work and work to pay off the bills,
And always crying what are politics hells?
Wrongs and wrongs never learn a lesson,
To kill innocents for their outrageous fashion.
To compromise to strengthen crime,
To corrupt nature to share a winning ham. 
If hell or heaven is also a living space,
Then why we have a new Mars race.
If heaven has a better living home,
Then why have a human dilemma of innocence trauma.
Something is wrong in human brain,
Lives in tense and talking about strain.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |
Their unspoken opinions
are like a pot of unknowable, unnamed meats
including skunk parts
one morsel of filet mignon

Family or workplace
longer the hours, years of the living
opinions accumulate
perception strained through mortality

This stew of ethics
holds together, blows apart
trees, planets, atoms, galaxies
on or about year 2000

One must not
express the certainty
that the child's coma-induced vision of a dead grandparent
did not actually happen in heaven

One must feign
respect for all beliefs however abjectly
death denying
because they are harmless as


beautiful day follows
on Jones' Nose
ripe blueberries, black cherries

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
One day the angels will ask me
The heaven ticket to certify
My works on Earth to testify
I’ll show them papers of poetry

If the angels want to consider
One of the loveliest artistries
To assure a high-top quality
Exhibiting the genuine owner

My modest response will be
It’s too tough to remember
I wrote to encourage readers
To detour their daily difficulties

Good things I’ve done down there
I couldn’t hand pricy donations
But my sweet compositions
Heartening people ready to dare

Copyright © Xaysouvanh Phengphong | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
Jesus is coming so fall to your knees 
and cry out to The One who can hear all the pleas
of a broken heart and a troubled spirit
which He's quick to heal if we let Him near it.
Our Father in heaven is calling to any who will hear 
that today is the day of salvation and our redemption is near
if we will only open up our hearts so He can come in 
and begin the work of changing us into the image of Him
So if you hear God calling out to you 
but you're not exactly sure what you should do,
think about The One they say the Jews crucified
and know; without His own consent, He wouldn't have died,
because He is God who came in the form of man
to fulfill the greatest part of His divine plan;
with power over life and death given only to Him,
He could choose to lay down His life...and take it up again.
He poured out His blood to buy us back from hell
which our father Adam sold us to on the day that he fell.
He cried,"It is finished." while He hung on the cross
because The Way had been opened to redeem all the lost.
The Day is coming and the Hour is near 
when all the world will know what it is to fear
the wrath of God towards those on the earth
who have laid up their treasure in things of no worth;
having turned their backs on the God of mercy and love,
will find there is no place for them in heaven above.
God gave His Holy Spirit to us; to comfort and teach
and fill us with His power so we could go out and preach 
about the Blood of The Lamb which can cleanse us from all sin 
while the power of His Spirit keeps us from walking therein.
He loves us so much, He wants no one to perish
into the awful pit of hell where none will cherish
the wonderful work our Father in heaven has done
through the awesome grace and mercy of Jesus Christ, His Son.
Holy,Holy,Holy is the Mighty Lord of hosts
of Whose righteousness no one can claim or boast,
for it is only by grace through faith that we can stand
before the Great and Terrible God who holds the world in His hand.
All our own righteousness is as a filthy rag
before the righteousness of God so none can brag
about the good deeds they've done in the field
because on the Day of Judgment all will be revealed.
Glory be to God; the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Who chose to come down to this cursed earth and heal it
from the curse of Satan which was laid on us all
since that fateful day in Eden... when Adam took the fall.

Copyright © Steven Wetzel | Year Posted 2007

Details | Quatrain |
They love high places angels do
For they have no fear of falling.
From heaven high they perch anew
Singing hymns the angels are calling.

From loftily perches they see much beauty
Man's bald head and crusty souls.
I am sure they enjoy their heavenly duty
In Gods creation -the world in whole.

When angels fly from their heavenly seat
They buzz around man's business.
The very young they are charged to keep
From the devil's clutch and sickness.

So it's from heaven that angels descend
Winds of fate they help to steer.
Watching over God's sweet children
And so angels calm our childlike fear.

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007