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Circling the Drain

I don't agree with it at all.
A grand heart and good deeds
hold no weight -are not part the equation.
This scale is unbalanced and highly flawed.
So, you're telling me that you can be 
a filthy devil for your entire earthly life...
wreak havoc on community and all mankind.
Then upon the death breath accept Jesus-ask for forgiveness.
Then everything's alright?
Seems this soul would be cutting to the front of the line -
slipping saint Peter, the golden Jesus ticket
then simply slithering through the pearly gates...
while the souls of Mother Theresa and Dali lama circle the drain.

FATAL SURPRISE

    DoctorDoctor, doctor, how did the operation go?

– But what doctor, what nonsense! Look, I'm Saint Peter!


   
  PS. alkas TRANSLATING Paulo Miranda

Crown of Crows

Soiled sinners lecturing on the art of being pristine.
Innocents retreats to black pits and dank seams 
God tucked away the ivory ring and red lantern
very few are rescued from the darkness within.

The good sheep are hoarding gospel and fear
charlatan and sharks are circling with shears.
Talking heads in it for ratings and attention
Town criers race baiting for a vote once again.
Millions gorging on fish and blue-collar greens
but very few do the sowing and reeling them in.

The horizon is deeply rouged and roughened
nobody caring enough to balm it or buff it.
Bloated children are crying out once again
cupboard and pantry are running very thin. 
There's no lullaby nor nursey rhymes left
So, one day they just decided to snuff them.

Black crows preening atop a thorny crown
the curtain of humanity came crashing down.
Somewhere deep in the soul of a dead-end night 
heaven was nailed to a neon, no vacancy sign
Saint Peter packed up without saying goodbye.

One Angel

“The same as it was
before I arrived …
Some better, some worse
some forever contrived”

“With good and with evil
my battle is done
A trumpet plays distant
His will zero sum”

A ticket to punch
with time ever slight
The Reaper approaching
and blocking the light

An Angel in transit
late for His train
My fate his arrival
or lost to refrain

The scythe drawing closer
its blade like an asp
raising in silence    
perdition unmasked

But tracks start to rumble
a headlight I see
Saint Peter as promised
—one Angel for me

(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2023)

Saint Peter Waits

Light
bids me welcome
darkness retreats
Alas
poor death
thou must be alone
His gate
reopens 
before yours has locked
The harp
of an Angel
—calling me home

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)

The Rooster Was a Monkey

Twas the night before Christmas, socks were hanging in every house 
Some were old, some were new, and unwashed there were few
Animals were happy too, even the cats played with the mice 
Even the stars were dancing, the night was filled with every hue 

Then somewhere in gate of heaven, Saint Peter was so eager 
In his heart, he was so hopeful that Santa Claus would give him rooster 
For Saint Peter was planning to build his farm and his cockpit 
Saint Peter was so hopeful that his cockpit would be a hit 

Then somewhere along the way, Santa Claus was travelling  
With Rudolph and his other reindeers, across the sky, he was flying 
He was so eager so give Saint Peter his favorite rooster 
So he hurried his reindeers in the bid to be faster 

It was a minute past twelve, Saint Peter was dozing 
In his doze, he didn't notice that a dead man's soul was approaching 
Saint Peter didn't know if he'd be sad or be happy 
For in his mind, he was wondering why Santa Claus gave him a monkey 

November 26, 2022 

The Night Before 3 Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored by: Joseph May

There Is a Line In Heaven

There’s a line in heaven today
Each child holding hands the teacher way
Saint Peter has made his list
And with each one he passes with a kiss

It’s hard for the Saints not to cry
As each child through the gates passes by
And there are tears shed by all this day
For the innocents lost by a gun today

And as the gates are closed at line’s end
The children gather with love we send
For today we weep for the lost 
And wonder again at the cost.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Unicorn Dreams Surround His Mind

Unicorn dreams surrounded his mind
He was a docile man, caring and kind.

Pixies and dervish were chased away.
This was a sweet soul, Mr. La Cray.

Pink angels were called to give him some grace
Saint Peter met him with an impulsive embrace

Rainbows appeared and someone played a harp.
He had a gentle soul and was empathetically sharp.

About the Dead

pink granite headstones
white cross above resting bones
down with Davy Jones
ashes thrown to the four winds
places death’s journey begins

where their spirit is
under massive pyramids
led by Osiris
not toward the Pearly Gates
where just Saint Peter awaits

stored in a grotto
angels singing vibrato
chanting staccato
entombed under earthen mounds
where their artifacts are found

still and decaying
all said to be awaiting
the Second Coming
coffins into the ground thrust
the next stage in dust to dust

Pleading At the Pearly Gates

Don't judge me to harshly O'Lord
mercy on my soul I implore
For I was born into sin
it is a harsh way to begin
It's not that I seldom prayed
or from church I stayed away
It's not that I was full of greed
to me it was just my needs
And those silly little white lies
surly not to my own demise
And to heaven you must let me in
once I even voted Republican
I think Saint Peter is on the sly
he does not seem to want me inside
Those Pearly Gates look shiny and new
come on now let me through
So Lord forgive me somehow
Hand me a harp and a big fluffy cloud
Whatever I did did I really do
there's got to be a loophole or two
The sands in my hour glass rush
but if it isn't too much
Before that judgement bell chimes
I got an extra hour thanks to daylight savings time

Gecko

Mary had a gecko
Its skin was shamrock green
But everywhere that Mary went
It changed its colour scheme

When Mary went to Heaven
Her gecko made the scene
Saint Peter sent them back again
He thought they had gangrene!

So when you get to Heaven
And you need a go-between
Just ask for Mary's gecko
Its the Devil's own routine!

Fishing For Answers

Another Friday has arrived 
No meat I do sigh 
I eat the fishes from Saint Peter’s wishes 
Fried or grill 
The sea food fits the sacrificial concept bill 
Bring the tarter 
For a starter 
While other condiments enhance
This feeding chance 
But all one is doing is not eating meat 
Isn’t the fish just as sweet?
As that piece of meat? 
Purpose is not to give up 
Instead raise a cup 
In remembrance of Saint Peter and the stand he took 
Referenced in the holiest book
The letters and readings published in the text 
Have for centuries earned one’s respect 
We believe these are nonfiction accounts 
Explaining human civilization and what it is all about
Yes, these stories are supposedly are true 
Written by those who saw biblical power plays through 
Today’s 2020 Lenten year 
We state without a tear 
Enormous things have been taken away 
Before the 2020 resurrection day 
I can say stand by one’s belief 
By showing in 24 hours going without eating any beef 
This challenge will make one strong 
While waiting for those to confess on what they did in 2020 was wrong

Pearly Gates

PEARLY GATES 

I’m brought before Saint Peter,
On display in a clear glass crate,
Nothing hidden up my sleeve,
Except a hammer, I jest to escape. 

He approaches me out of nowhere,
Ask him for a chat while we wait,
Gentle voice replies “of course son”
We’re summing up, there is no haste. 

Listen! played the hand I was dealt,
Although bluffed, behind a poker face,
Concealing more lies than honesty, 
Yet love always, outshone the hate,

At times life seemed unbearable,
Beyond all reason to procrastinate.
When younger I couldn’t get enough,
Though excess, simply led to waste,

Won’t bore you with petty details,
For fear deaths a pitiless place,
Bit late in the day, seeking salvation,
Begging forgiveness, no saving grace.

“Never said a truer word my child,
Crocodile tears, cannot work this case,
Condoned, condemned, in the balance,
On very thin ice, this verdict skates.”

“Whatever I say does not matter,
It’s meaningless gone past debate,
God alone will pass the sentence, 
Life’s evidence, will judge your fate.

By
David Kavanagh

Walls

Without borders, you do not have a country
The walls of the Vatican
The walls of Vienna
The walls of Constantinople
The walls of Isreal
The Great Wall of China
Even Heaven has walls
Saint Peter is the gatekeeper

Walls are made for love
They protect our loved ones
They have gates to welcome friends
If fences make good neighbors
Then a forty-foot wall to protect our nation
Will make those neighbors better
Respect our laws, love our country
Only come here legally
Through the gates of walls of Love

Here After

Seven-thirty-seven on time
But wait!  We just stalled on a climb!
Nose dive like a swan
Boeing going gone
No more time to finish this rhyme. . .

Saint Peter has just met the wife
She's still chatting about her life
This queue's getting long
 She broke into song!
Hark!  Do  you hear Beelzebub's fife?

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