Best Hereafter Poems
Living on a planet, unsure if I belong
Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long
The instinct to breathe air, compelling me along
And the miracle that’s water, strives to prolong
Hear the wind blow bending the trees
Feel the bones crack inside my knees
High upon a mountain, an avalanche gives way
Yielding to gravity, and powerful sun rays
Down below I ponder, will this be my last day
Still all goes over my head, as life balks away
Holding my grip busting my balls
gives a nice twist when in free fall
A juggernaut of lies, hurtled down that slope
Widening debris fields, spreading rumours of hope
Is there any big truths, or just lies to help cope
The past looks basic, viewed under a microscope
Fossils don’t lie rocks are not bones
Sand remodels back into stone
I piece together the fossils, search out life’s source
Scream out eureka, til my larynx implodes hoarse
Scan skies for graviton waves, stretching time with force
Try stop that damn avalanche, least alter it’s course
Raw energy blood upon dust
Time’s eternal cascading rust
Evidence can be sketchy, when life forms a scree
In the end information, is all there can be
Empirical pathways, are straightforward to see
If they postulate a god, good enough for me
I’ve crawled before I’ll walk again
Encased in skin til god knows when
As a kid in confession, I’d mostly tell lies
I admitted made up sins, without compromise
The priest liked forgiving, so telling lies was wise
He went easy on penance, devil in disguise
Shame on us both playing such games
He wore a cloak, I’m still the same
Meet me there ...
Be it rain or shine,
Since I like both
Any weather is fine
Find me there ...
With those already met,
To mingle there ...
With ones I haven't yet
In a good place where
We can laugh and smile,
And talk to the ones
Not seen in awhile
I'll be going there
When my time comes,
I'll be waiting there
With my old chums
Promise me now ...
You will cry no tears,
And meet me there
In one hundred years.
He asked his flock if they believed in the Hereafter
Amen, pastor, they said amid much joy and laughter!
Hereafter, when the plate is passed
I expect it to be filled up fast
For some reason chapel attendance plunged thereafter
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Gradually, rays of sky dim
A stark blanket wrapping the woodlands
Night...too cold
Each branch thinning across clayed earth
And I am wrought with blaming thoughts ..
Birds growling my loneliness
I search for lamplight's glint
Still the pain and angush return
A wound , an abrasion that diesn't heal
Emptying 'me again
where thoughts beg;
will hereafter null this existence?
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8/21/2019 Revised
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I shall go weary with a fight,
Into that strange and ever night,
Across the bounds of thistle-thorns,
To dance a jig neath golden horns;
Perchance, I breathe a sulfured air,
For earning less than heaven’s fair,
I’ll take my place within the blaze,
To gladly boil away my days;
Or if I’m sat upon a shelf,
Betwixt to ponder soul and self,
Account my earthly deeds, to sum,
Those Righteous, those righteous none;
I’ll build myself an abacus,
With bones and teeth, I’ll never miss;
Who really knows the consequence,
Of living life upon the fence,
None dead I know have come to me,
And said with any certainty,
To nail myself upon a cross,
Be born again, or join a Mosque;
Religion seems just gobbledygook,
I’m right, you’re wrong, in countless books,
Demons, devils, angels singing,
The pit, with pendulum swinging;
If I were God, I’d give a peek,
Let children see what life can wreak,
Pull the wool over sneaky Nick;
The devil has his share of tricks;
But who am I to say these things;
I’ve spent my life in selfish dreams,
Just because my bell has tolled,
And each breath I take is soured old,
Doesn’t lend me a hedge to bet,
What lies beyond my mortal death;
Too late, I haven’t seemed to grasp,
What formula to ever last;
Worst, I’ll be but seeping silage,
Left for bugs and worms to pillage,
Or, perhaps a greater power,
Will intervene at my last hour;
In either case, upon that night,
I shall go weary with a fight.
"The Sensual Hereafter"
we rise
like flotsam
and jetsam
our colours
always
sting
our time
lost in the
sun setting
every now
and again
we find love
it’s a returning
to departure
that requires
the long kiss goodnight
that deserves a
close remembering
when the
message
is found in the
sensual
hereafter
we deliver
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Asked if they believed in the Hereafter
Amens echoed from every rafter
The preacher rejoiced
Then this plea he voiced
"Fill up the collection plate hereafter!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
"Hereafter, unidentified"
Unidentified
a whole world
submerged
in a dream
Mysterion
in solitary seas
messages
stolen
from a heart
last minute
in another’s
dream
meaning seized
siren
calls
from the seabed
identified,
unidentified
here
after
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Oh people of this temporary world..
May you enjoy the abundance of its trivial offerings..
You have no clue of what I see and yearn for..
And, how could you, as the death is the end of the road..
But, for the lover, it’s the union with the beloved.. the end of waiting and suffering..
To light up the world one must first burn a little..
Burn in the love of the ONE till the temporary curtains fall..
To reveal the divine elevator to the beginning of peace and permanent grace..
And an eternal pleasure and a never fading Joy!
So, let the lover cry more and laugh only but little…
For his yearning is not for the Temporary…”
~UK
PS: Dedicated to the utmost faith and resistance of the brave people of Gaza and Palestine
#FreePalestine
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found out
I found
the way out
way out
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out to
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found the way
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I found the way out
to the hereafter.
HEREAFTER
Hereafter,
What are you?
Are you a friend or a foe?
The end or the beginning?
A blessing or a curse ?
Fear or intrepidity?
Rapture or despair?
Damned or holy?
No matter what your
Nature is,
Ready I would be for you, when the
Time will draw near,
Effort to sooner come to you
Is out of the way
But
Neither I, like a coward, endeavor to
Fly away,
Here I will make my stand, waiting your
Appearance
Challenging your dominion
As you are getting near
Thus
Till my last breath I will
Oppose you
And
Down I will go fighting
Never
Asking you for mercy!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 May 2013
Our Beloved Pets await us in the place that follows this.
And when next I see them, each one I'll give a Kiss!
In my heart and soul - I know I'll find them there.
Believing otherwise would be too much to bare.
They're playing, pouncing, and keeping each other company.
Having lots of fun, frolicking, being happy and carefree.
They went on ahead of me for reasons I know not.
Each one a special treasure, that I really miss a lot!
If you've lost a Beloved Pet along life's weary way.
Keep them in your heart and mind until that joyous day.
Talk about them to your existing pets and reassure them to.
That should they go before you - your love for them rings true.
Our Beloved Pets do await us - in this I have no doubt.
Everything comes full circle, that is what life is all about.
So remember your pets with fondness as you travel down life's way.
Knowing that when the time is right with them you'll once again - PLAY!!!
Some day I shall leave this world and find
Proper responses to questions I have asked
Leaving earth’s thorny issues far behind,
Some day I shall leave this world and find
A completely new outlook for this mind,
And have my life purposes clearly defined.
I will take up important everlasting tasks
Some day I shall leave this world and find
Proper responses to questions I have asked.
written June 28, 2021
The gravity above bends all curvature.
Rusty creases smooch the downpouring nectar,
leaving hints of shaky aches here and there.
More of it can split smiles and slit tears.
Nails intrude into the forbidden territory.
Drill repeatedly to fill air in, get gas out--
until no substance is not depleted.
Why stuff nothing to inflate the shell?
The washing machine spins berserk,
flopping the entrails into some somersaults.
Chemical reactions unwilling to take their time off.
Sparkles flared bubbles into troubles.
A brisk smack rescinds any signs of oomph.
The breeze materializes itself into blasts of fireworks--
strips of hair whirled into a pirouette,
rotating an infinite ninty degrees on the wasted one.
Cold
And
Lonely
Indigo
Night that inspires to
Envisage a perpetual
Outcome to your future that serves as a catalyst
To the soul, leaving an omniscient wisdom that transform you in the azure morning
2-14-2016
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