Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts

Friday, 26 April 2019

The Planets 4 - Jupiter, The Bringer of Jollity

A poem from 2019

By Jove! What a grand entrance he makes
This is not the image he usually brings to mind
Stolen by a jolly fat man

Here he comes, a fanfare
Laughing, in three-four time
Spinning around
Take your partner by the hand
Wait your turn
He will get to you in the end
You have all eternity for a meet and greet

He strolls arm in arm with his children
The dancing mice so tiny should watch their steps
Though really they are in no danger
His peace he gives to us
His peace he gives to them
Galaxies cannot hold his mirth
All was made for his pleasure
Come and take your share
He has held back nothing good

You can laugh now
You couldn’t cry if you wanted
All tears have been wiped

Thursday, 18 April 2019

The Planet 3 - Mercury, The Winged Messenger

A poem from 2019

He is rising!
He gives you wings!
You fly high - on a high

Horses can be used for different things
Multi-purpose
A dancing horse that transforms
Gallops towards the Sun without getting burned
Returns with a rider in white
Bringing happy news!

Stardust, he flings and transforms us
A heavenly river he pours over us, refreshing
Golden shoes places on our feet, we dance
On golden pavements
Full of fairy smiles
We leave behind the myths
We become real!

We steal Pan’s pipes and run around
Background noise fades
Now come joy and jollity
Praise and glee
Now it increases without measure
Faith and hope shed
All that remains is love!

Wednesday, 6 March 2019

Almost

A poem from 2019

So near, yet not quite
An almost-perfect reflection of your glory
In eternity, a different story

Stand strong, sons of light
Despite your troubles rise up tall
Earth has glimpses of heaven, after all

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

This Isn't Heaven

A poem from 1986

Watch me perform it on YouTube...





4 white walls surround me
but this isn’t heaven

Jesus is with me
but this isn’t heaven

angels screaming
blowing their trumpets
imitating a squeaking door
but this isn’t heaven

a plastic cup oozes imaginary liquid upon a sullied floor
worn away by a million automatons
cigarette ash tarnishes it’s furrowed brow
and spent matches dance the polka
in 4/4 time

an empty sweet packet lies dead on the ground
no, this isn’t heaven
this is the factory packing hall gents smoke room