In His blood, in His book
Washed in, written
Of redemption and of life
One man's, all men.
JOHN TO LINDSEY HI
AFTER ME, YOU WENT TO TRUMP WHY?
I SAW FROM UP HIGH
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
“Sorry Aunt, I made a mistake,
It wasn’t you it was uncle Jake.
I must admit I’m a little high,
I cannot walk but I can fly.
I’m with my ganja friends, we’re all blotto.
Here’s Bob Marley, he says “Hello”.
They’re in a rush coz they are late
Any time now they’ll close the Pearly Gate.”
Collaboration poem: last two stanzas are mine.
(2nd Place in Charles Messina's The Stoner Collaboration Poetry Contest)
Love that smile of yours ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Pearly drops drip from her reddish eyes
Echoing whispers of love sighs.
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound
Harmony of Heaven
Spiritual tact
A Soul rose and soared far beyond the eyes to see
Beyond loving hearts
Pearly Gates a wait
Accompanied by a Driver, White Horse and Carriage
Pure and Secrete
Onward to everlasting life
Every horse Gallup establishing every step walked on Earth
The pain and anguished confronted
This was Ms. Evans hour to shine among
The many that passed before her
Three Doves flown in the sky of her life she lived, ‘PEACE, FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE”
Winds of her spirit
Concrete and devoted
Ms. Evans Legacy will live on, but Heaven will be her home in continued roam
Home at last
Stay strong family
Cry not
Just embrace in how my life encouraged and influenced you
No more pain and sickness
I have conquered
Let my life reflect in how we are supposed to live
Love one another
My tomorrow came at the right time
Too my husband, Joe Evans I leave behind, we will see each other again
It is not goodbye, but until we meet again
I have been welcomed in Heaven
I will be sitting high, but observing below
My journey is complete
My work is finished
Love you all
God bless now and forever.
Forthcoming Summer Hiku 21
summer on the w -a –y
pearly s ~h ~o ~r ~e vacation dreams
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s -t -r -e -a -m -i -n -g from smartphones.
The sun rays hit
The pearly mists
Paste in apple.
I pray for you to save a friend.
I pray to you, a means to an end.
My bills are paid, my need are met.
Can you help me get out of debt?
But I go on, only now and then
I think twice, until finally, when
Life seems so fragile,
I seek you before I unravel.
I painted on a a brave face.
But it melts away in light of your grace.
So now I turn to you anew,
Praying your mercy will ensue.
The circumstance that brought me here,
Could easily fill me with terror and fear.
But what does my faith say of me then?
No, I can’t let that old devil win!
I dig deep for that “True Grit”
And get ready to make a fight of it.
And whatever happens, whatever my fate,
I’ll look for you at the Pearly Gate.
Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian Photographer
Pearly Gates
In life, I never take anything for granted. Everything is free, but nothing is guaranteed—except for the certainty of tomorrow when we all must face our final moments. Will God or Jesus take you by the hand and lead you away from the streets of London, Paris, New York, or Melbourne, Australia? Will they guide you through those pearly white gates that lead to Heaven?
Mrs. Marvel wore sweatshirt for twenty-eight years until her final breath.
Signed by her 8th grade students, four whom had died a tragic death.
Killed in a tragic bus accident on the way to a state cheerleading rally.
They met her at the pearly gates – Linda, Cherry, Patrice and Molly McNally.
Death
Is here,
At the door
With boiling arms
And macabre charms
To lend a gnarly hand
And escort my life away,
On an exclusive one-way trip
Through July hell ‘til it sheds its grip,
Halting when through the Pearly Gates I slip.
Are all the successful people in the world
Content and happy with their lives
Is a mansion on a hilltop with scads of dough
The only thing we need to survive
Nay nay good people, we need interaction
With others to inspire great things
The loving relationships of family and friends
Without them, we feel loneliness' sting
Floundering at sea like a rudderless ship
Being tossed to and fro by life's trials
It's really quite normal to crave some attention
We need human contact for survival
Why must we always keep up with the Jones'
Why not appreciate what we've got
Lucky to be alive on this luscious green earth
Taking care of our own little plot
Certainly no expert but I do know how things
Can affect each one of our lives
So always think positive wherever you go
Even giving strangers high fives
The shock and great joy on all of their faces
Is worth the small effort it takes
To share your enthusiasm and true lust for life
Till you arrive at those Pearly Gates!
Melting cloud sprinkles pearls on you,
shines the black braid with heavenly hue.
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March 2, 2023
Syllable count : 8/9 (HMS)
Contest : A New Crystalline - Any Theme
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
when Pearl passed
I placed on her tombstone
an old pair of bone dice
and a short prayer
maybe she’ll get lucky
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