Short Heavenwards Poems
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Say seven words
to send me heavenwards
heavy holiness heats
as the heavens turn
I hope in hell
that you horribly burn
let us turn our senses inwards
heart lotus erect heavenwards
emptiness of form magnetised
soul in cave of heart realised
path of stillness not for cowards
31-August-2021
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The cup rests warm in the bearer's hands
inviting a swirl fragrant sniff
to savor the wine, palm cupped
a pause before drinking
raising glass to lips
tilting the cup
heavenwards
to taste
head
laid
back
acquiescent
in ritual revelry
Starry starry night, multitudes we see
Countless stars reaching out, on to infinity.
Mystery of mysteries, such wonders do you show
The secrets that you keep, mere mortals cannot know.
Heavenwards we gaze, imaginations taking flight
How we marvel at the universe, on a starry, starry night.
I don't think I'll ever tire
Of looking to the sky at night.
Being thoroughly inked by an indigo thumb,
Being verily blessed with an absense of light.
In a snippet of silence in the shade of the sun,
Where light bulbs and flames are the faltering ones,
One's size and position become obselete,
As echoes of ages are laid at your feet.
Climbing the Stairway I miss my youth
each step a struggle with arthritic pain
As I grasp the handrail to steady myself
I remember that boy who out ran the wind
the young man who dance away the nights
The man who would walk ten miles
to see his heart's desire
More stubborn then the pain
I win the battle up
accepting my life
One step closer heavenwards
Spring
Green buds on beach trees
Bluebells carpet forest floor
New born baby cries
Summer
Sleepy afternoon
Fly humming at window pane
Cornstalks bent with gold
Autumn
Ghostly morning mist
Blue smoke curling heavenwards
Incense of burnt leaves
Winter
Starry velvet sky
Silent snowflakes drifting down
Wolf howls at the moon
Giving up struggle,
with love let’s snuggle;
our heart joyful thus,
aboard God’s bliss bus.
Plot not loss or gain.
Striving is in vain.
Touch divine cherish;
all else will perish.
Love quenches our thirst,
felt as a bliss burst,
if we’re here now still,
aligned with God’s will.
Bliss rapture untamed,
just cannot be named.
As heart lotus blooms,
soul heavenwards zooms.
02-August-2022
I boarded my hot air balloon
And set my sights on high,
I turned the flame to maximum
And headed for the sky.
Below, the land receded
As I joined the mighty blue,
The sky was my ocean,
Heavenwards I flew.
Earthbound things now disappeared
I embraced serenity,
As I sailed the atmosphere
Contentment called on me.
Alone, but not lonely,
Detached, but still aware.
Truly I'd found heaven,
As I drifted in the air.
Drizzle
Drizzle
Drizzle
Drizzle
Going on for hours and hours
Not a trace of summer sunshine
Cloud-filled sky of rain-filled towers
Grizzle
Grizzle
Grizzle
Grizzle
Can I ever learn to cope?
Is there anything to give me
Just a little bit of hope?
Yes! I lift my hands up heavenwards
Lift my eyes to God’s great realm
Cry to him alone who’s able
Turn the drizzle into sunshine
Turn the grizzle into smiling
Light and life shines over all!
Lonesome at the Sea
Thundering waves,
sky high,
Spray like drunken pearls,
blended rainbow colours,
breaking through clouds.
Veils of the night,
still sleepy
in early morning's light
fade timidly
in banks of clouds.
Driftwood,
days like driftwood
submerge
in currents,
arise anew.
The water's colour
disperses heavenwards
A single whitish sail
plays hide and seek
behind some crests of waves.
Silent hours
lost at an empty beach.
Stranded midway, my path is
strewn with thistles and thorns.
When turbulence rocks my life,
I lift my eyes Heavenwards,
and beseech- ‘Lord, piolet me’!
When tempests toss my vessel,
l pray- ‘Hold my hand’.
When heartaches leave deep scars,
wish, you come with solace,
showing an exuberance of kindness.
Help me face each day,
endowing me with your grace.
Lord, fill me with love,
to share it with others.
This is all I implore.
A robin its breast as red as cherries
The rook in mourning dress,
Its nest in the graveyard tree,
Cawing in sympathy to tears of distress,
Looking down sadly on misery,
Hoping its young do not see.
The long necked swan swims,
So elegant on water,
Its beauty supreme;
On land it looks ungainly:
A beauty queen in jack boots.
No sacrifice, the dove coos love
Snowy body soaring heavenwards.
Jack Horne
27th April 2011
for Constance's Four Beautiful Birds contest