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Showing posts with label
Heaven
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Poem: A touch of evil
By Jack Brummet
Darkness, having been eliminated,
furtively obtrudes again.
Does the wind blow over the earth
or does it blow under heaven?
---o0o---
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Heaven (or something quite like it) - a Jack Brummet poem
Heaven
(or something quite like it)
1
You wink at St. Peter
As the gates whir open.
You're off the map, boy,
With just a soul to your name
2
You pile your clothes and credit cards
On top of your toys and bones,
And walk in whistling.
Adios Republicans, cops, and money.
3
Concupiscent thoughts drift in
Where’s the women, music, and beverages?
4
Rod Serling strolls around the corner
In a cloud of pearl grey smoke.
---o0o---
Friday, May 25, 2007
Poem: Late Spring
The wind has taken the blossoms
And the fruit is set.
The roots that clutch,
Hanging onto the globe
And the branches reaching out,
Rising to the nimbostratus clouds
Are lodged in the troposphere.
In between earthbound roots
And limbs reaching for the stars
Are us, and our cousins
Clad in fin, fur, flesh and feather.
We must be in heaven
And if we're not
We're growing one
Right here, right now.
---o0o---
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