Heaven Burlesque Poems

Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.
—Luke 2:9 CSB

Little cherub...

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I remember whenever grandmother sent me to buy talk time. She instructed me strictly to buy from the same shop, because she believed that their...

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God and the Devil need us.

This enormous white square is taunting me
daring me to fill its pristine quadrangular
to soil its surface with words
Send the written...

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The day I had to force a smile,
For a moment  I was imbecile,
I had to  pretend just for a while,
Unable to walk; I...

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He’s the devil in your tormented dreams
The shadowy, nightmarish silhouette imp
of a thousand horror newscast,
who muzzles your petrified screams
Keeping those silent eyes
glued to the vile,...

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Was it just coincidence or the work of hidden powers
that  Jefferson and John Adams passed on within few hours
 on a very weighty date...

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I'm counting the stars 
until we reunite, nothing
like having you in my life.

I thought I saw a glimpse 
of you here in heaven, but 
it...

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The man 
with the scythe
is having his way
with your day.
You think it's no 'biggie'?
It's like the coins 
in your Piggy-
you counted eleven,
he calls it seven,
says...

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Merry Xmas to ALL !

Tuut-tuut All 'board
Hades (Heav'n) train leaves at mid of night
Tuut-tuut All 'board
Death comes at eve of ning, Dear Lord
Make haste and...

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Did you hear it? 
Or perhaps you saw the flash

There is no more use for cash
I remember the man saying almost
praying that the end is...

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I'm SICK!
The pain won't go away!
Could it be the chili dog for breakfast that I ate?

I'm SICK!
My stomach is aflame!
I feel it in my ovaries,...

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Seventeen drunken munckins
At my door,
Scotch in hand, other out for more...
I tried to divert them, and tossed out
My Dunken Munchkins
But got hit with an empty...

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Hark, hey Harold,
the Angels sing....
glory to the homerun king...
piece of turf,
with bases wide,
runners steal,
when pitched inside,

Come ye bunters,
drop one down,
see if we can win
the division...

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our 5 year mission,
is to confuse as many
bar patrons as we can,
and leave them head scratching
to the very last man

my uncle Artie and I
would calmly...

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“the eyes of my eyes opened” as
the door when she came in, late
and embarrassed, click of a
shutter into “the ear of my ear” a
whispered ‘hi’...

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