Short Saint Peter Poems
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Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
Is a man that Trump loves to hate
After The Fall
God needs a Wall
So build one before its too late!
Donald Trump set out on a quest
To prove he could tell lies the best
But Saint Peter won
When he said (in fun),
"Heaven has no room for a guest!"
DoctorDoctor, doctor, how did the operation go?
– But what doctor, what nonsense! Look, I'm Saint Peter!
PS. alkas TRANSLATING Paulo Miranda
Can you imagine being eighty-one years old
When I was a young'un, thought my body would be cold
Resting in peace
Breathing ceased
Anxiously awaiting for St. Peter to cajole
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)
Saint Peter said to the "Man " ,
Humanity is based on D's and M's ,
Merrits and De-merrit's
How many do you have asked Saint Peter to the man ?
"Man looked up at Ol' Saint Peter and replied:
I'd better leave now,
All , I have are "D's"
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?
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!
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.
a smile on the dial as off you go,
saint Peter is waiting ya maybe no,
stay away from me Joe the crow,
u aint gettin me eyeballs later ...oh
Don
If ya lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where crows will pick ya eyes,
out n bore water is a must.
When you or an animal is dying the crows line up for sweets...
I was born in Utah
Not in a state of Sin
but preachers were insistent
Sin was the State I'm in
I lay down exhausted
From hearing what they said
And I thank God Almighty
They can rest assured I'm dead
I know that they will follow me
(After a little more sin)
But Jesus has informed me
Saint Peter won't let them in
Up here the wind is silent
As is the Prince of Peace
And now at last I hear "The Word"
May wonders never cease!
Through the clouds
toward the bright light.
The gates of Heaven
are in sight.
No more sadness
no need to roam.
No more earth
Heaven`s my "forever home."
The angelic choir sins
my favorite hymns.
Saint Peter comes over
to let me in.
I look at the
streets of gold.
in the distance God`s mansion I behold.
God calls me
he knows my name.
I`m so happy now
no more pain.
out stretched arms he
welcomes me home.
"well done my daughter
I`m glad your home."
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
When ole John Brown died
He appeared at the pearly gates
Just before his meeting with
Saint Peter, he noticed that he
Was still dressed in his old tweed
Jacket, boots, and his big white
Beard wasn't shaven
As Saint Peter came outside
John couldn't look the Saint in the eyes
But Peter Said, "Have no fear my son
For as you cross through these gates
You will appear as you were when you
Were twenty-three, and you shall stay
That way for eternity".
chris lampton
2-25-14