The soul enters heaven
has it ever really left
market square on Tuesday
a minute before they swept
The soul enters heaven
unable to wave back
now their scraping gum
off the tramway tracks
The soul enters heaven
so a preacher once said
Their taking a smoke break
as I fume over the dead
The soul enters heaven
driving me out of my mind
God I’m acting strange
and falling further behind
The soul enters heaven
they leave me a parking ticket
Loving her was sublime
wrenched apart so wicked
How Does The Soul Enter Heaven
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02/04/23
I saw her walking in the park alone and lost in her thoughts
it's as if the world around her froze and blew away from grace
her hollowed cheeks sang the litany of sorrow more precise
than a knife at the cutting edge of death. Her crimson gown
was soiled with tears and I longed to mend the tear
that pierced her baby flesh. She had matted hair of dark
and was clearly in a bout of depression. It clung to her
like a London ferry fog on a morning tramway ride.
I stirred the wind for her as she stooped to read a letter.
Fingers loosed and the letter flew- released, like a paper kerchief.
Poof! it went, out between the trees, tucking itself beneath a rock.
There it lay immobile waiting for human hands to find.
"What's an angel to do?" so I did the only thing an angel could.
I swooped down retrieved the letter and answered it. Perhaps to
alleviate her misery, perhaps not. Either way I was going to remove
those grenades from her delusive mind.
Words by Mystic Rose
I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway
Into the park where I watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay
Down by the Avalon at the Christchurch Square
Weeps the living willows, serene, free from care
Nature’s own exotic home, a garden set in greenery
Here the Avon River fountain flows majestically
Victoria Park rest near the Christchurch Town Hall theme
Punting on the Avon is a relaxing pastime dream
This Avon runs along the botanical gardens to view
The Copthorne Central hotel overlooking Victoria park too
You can dine A La Carte while you travel round the city
Punting the Avon without seeing the cathedral would be a pity
Seeing the Bridge of Remembrance over the Avon is awesome
Sort of like Autumn before springtime helping life blossom
Avon River at Victoria Square is Heaven’s garden summery
It runs through Hagley Park, in Christchurch, breathtakingly
Nearest the Train Station Tramway, a few miles from my home
Check out some of the photos here of places where I roam
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