Afterlife Poems

our governor knows that there is no afterlife

he stands in his suit,
blue tie hanging like a noose,
smiling with dead teeth,
signing papers that send
another man, another woman,
into the dirt.

our governor knows
there is no afterlife—
he isn’t sending them to heaven,
he’s sending them to rot.
if he believes in the Bible,
he’s forgotten the line:
thou shall not kill.
no grey area, no loophole.
he pretends justice,
but it’s only blood

In the grand scheme of meaning

We dare believe in afterlife
lest there’s no justice in this universe
~ revoking freepass for moral lawlessness



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

She was floating on the ceiling

We are soul first and body second, not the other way around, the body being the transport system for the soul.

Speaking to a nurse she explained to me the purpose of opening a window when somebody dies.

When my dad died, there was a shift in energy. The phones wouldn't work.

I felt a rumbling go through

Stroke

Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.

They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off

Endless conflicts

I'm torn between two distant worlds ~
one steeped in wickedness and sin,
the other pure and righteous;
my mind drifts like oil on water.

Alluring is the glory of heaven,
promised if I remain pure and holy,
yet enticing is the frivolity
hidden in jollity they call "sin."

My mind imagines the afterlife the Bible depicts,
yet I savour worldly pleasures my flesh

The Celestial NAAFI

The Celestial NAAFI

Well there sits old Buck like he always did,
Waving his pipe and tilting his lid.
There’s Johnny and Ronny and Shep and old Taffy,
And Soapy still doing his impression of Daffy.
Flapper all quiet at the side with McGraw.
Knocker and Geordie, and old Billy Shore.
And over there’s Banjo, spinning his yarns,
And Bod with his girlfriends,

The colour of greed

How is it that greed
corrodes thus the heart
that so many are willing
to compromise thoughts of afterlife
so easily discarding aspirations
for eternal peace ?



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

dizzy laughs

I had a dream.
I don’t remember most dreams.

I was cleaning the floors of heaven.
It seemed a mixed blessing,
I was in heaven, after all
but I was cleaning the floors.

It was a part time job,
I knew that intuitively.
I don’t mind house cleaning,
heaven cleaning.
It’s calm work, kind of Zen.
Are we supposed to think of religions in heaven?

At first

The Shore that's Feared by Death

My home is not of brick and stone 
Nor has it laid foundations on 
The filthy soil of earth, no mine 
Is somewhere far beyond the sky.
  
It sits upon the clouds of white 
And floats amidst the open skies.  
Its walls of gem and gates of gold 
Do hide a throne, I

MOMENTARY REFLECTION

I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...

With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.

Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting, 
or was there something

Afterlife Accounting

Work for your world, 
But don't forget your afterlife, 
No one knows today if we are together, 
For tomorrow is not certain
Let's pray for every moment
After we're tired all day with our work
Life is not worth for keeping
Our life is a borrowed life
Someone above us is the rightful owner
When the time of accounting comes
We are

Here And Afterlife

To God we belong
And to Him we shall return
Here and afterlife.

Respect

We live and die completely
In the material world
It would be rather fiddly 
To emulate a Phoenix bird
Our ashes can’t be bothered
Inside their marble urns
No point in fire hazard
Cause we’re already burned
It sounds flat simplistic
Therefore it’s dull, I know
I’d love to be a mystic
To make of life a show
I’d love to talk with God
About my perspective

It is written

the underworld rumbles and summons
beckoning in groveled whispers
with undertones of shady pretenses

haunted by gods and demons
who brazenly wave their book of souls
tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife

meanwhile here kings and rulers
wealth in pocket pauper in heart
build their towers to climb to heaven

every last of these towers of babylon
will one day come apart at the

Elect in Heavenly Daylight

After the elect
Sailed through the milky river
Christ, the golden lamb 
Shined through them in daylight blue
Like Omicron Velorum


Inspired by the Manichaean hymn "Hymn of the Bodies in Paradise"

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