In Heaven
You're in a better home.
There are no vicious attacks there
but beautiful angels sing.
Assured by the florist.
Roses have no thorns,
sorrow is always banished,
discomfort exists not more.
The weather is always mild
and butterflies abound,
flowers produce perfume,
pollen clogs no lungs.
Down here the thunder rumbles
the storm distorts the roads.
Birds hide in their wobbly nests,
fog oppresses our chests.
Still we leave some flowers
beside your cold memorial stone.
Then we tramp back home
across the snowy moor.
Sad but consoled.
Part One
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Concluded
Elves, dwarves, mini giants, and hobbits all performed.
But last was Fili as he strutted to the middle of the glen.
Secretly clutching his alexandrite lode, he flew
Straight up ten feet with a view for all to see.
Fireflies flew erratically around him, a ghostly shine.
As Fili moved his clutched hand, he turned.
Somersaulted, spun and returned to his standing stance.
Below the people of the glen clapped in awe.
But now Fili was worried, how was he to descend
And thus receive his well merited prize?
It was the River-maid who rescued him, as she flew
And whispered in his ear. Change the lode to the left hand
She whispered, giving him a luscious kiss.
Soon Fili landed and the Fairy Queen beckoned him.
You can take your first midnight skinny dipping and eat all
The strawberries you like so much, she graciously said.
She took his lode, put it on a crown and on his head it sat.
And now Fili, the hero, was annoyed no more.
He trudged the woods aimlessly.
The birch trees were devoid of leaves.
Cruel winds blew and wrecked havoc.
He did not even gather the twigs that fell,
Little caring what warmth they would shed when lit.
His body trembled with icy atmosphere.
Alas he woke up too late.
But now with spring, he feels the warmth again.
Something burns in his heart.
He is determined to find her.
Easier said than done.
He asks for her but receives cold shoulders.
Then he remembered she often worked on a mountain resort,
During the warm days of spring and summer.
So up he went hoping against all hope.
But she was there, a smile on her face.
“The usual dry red wine?” she asked.
“Of course, laced with a kiss.”
I lay in my frozen bed, teeth ruthlessly chattering.
Intense darkness made me rise and stretch a bit.
The useless coverlet hardly warmed my shoulders,
As from outside thunder boomed and rattled panes.
An electric storm evolved into terrible lightening,
Flashes that threatened destruction, yet I looked out.
Icicles hung along the wires and ledges all around.
Down below the bora-like gale even uprooted some trees.
Not a vehicle was in sight, all returned to their homes.
But what is home without heat? Might as well try an igloo.
It’s warmer and full of shelter there I’m sure.
Concluded We Were Deluded
Could be that we have concluded,
Trump did become badly deluded,
And we suggested,
Should be arrested,
Constant liar is what we colluded.
Jim Horn
About Trump Have Concluded
About Trump we have concluded
His is disturbed and badly deluded
And truly a loser to the very core
Big fat body that became a bore
By who else woulkd this be refuted?
Jim Horn
“So the soldiers took charge of Jesus. 17Carrying his own cross, he went out to the place of the Skull (which in Aramaic is called Golgotha). 18Here they crucified him, and with him two others—one on each side and Jesus in the middle.” Jn 19:16-18 NIV
Calvary concluded—
Christ’s right to be King.
His Lordship to be honored;
His praises to sing.
His Father’s glory He mirrored
When He entered this world.
The love of His father
Before the universe unfurled.
Calvary concluded
Satan’s right to this place.
Became Christ’s right instead
And Satan’s disgrace.
To all of the worlds
Looking on in amazement;
At the depth of His hatred
So totally blatant.
Calvary concluded
Murder of the innocent.
Vengeance of the tempter
Never before so fervent.
He thought He had eradicated
His object of jealousy.
Only to find
No end to his journey.
For Christ the over comer
Came forth from death.
No grave could hold Him,
Nor deplete Him of breath.
His death showed the universe
The injustice of Satan.
Why his final eradication
Is pure justice in action.
Copyright © 2007-2011 Maureen LeFanue
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