Tag: #Heaven
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Heaven or Hell? #Poetry
The title of Anita’s poem, Heaven or Hell, struck a chord with me today. Basically, because of the news that is filtering through to my office from the TV in the other room. Boris Johnson has reached the end of his rope, apparently and will be resigning any minute now. I am not a fan…
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Breaking Heaven… #Poetry
Breaking Heaven I am hiding under a wing until my mind has grownUntil I know what to do with the life given to meI am small, curled into a ballMy limbs thin, as yet ungrownI see myself walking, running, playing in the park.My mother sits on a bench speaking with anotherShe cannot see the wings…
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No More than a Whisper… #Poetry
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I awoke after nine days in HeavenScreaming, where is my bodyI am no more than a whisper, a puff of smokeIs no one here to answer me?My voice, sailing back to ears I cannot feelYet the sound penetratedthe part of me that was mindWhat dark trick is this?A new sound entered, bells ringingReminding me of…
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We’ll Meet Again…
We’ll Meet Again The minute Ian walked into the waiting room; he knew he had come to the wrong place. Rows of uncomfortable looking chairs, most with old people sitting in them, all waiting patiently. Some of them looked as though they had been there a while already. The bright light in the white painted…
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At Last… #Poetry
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At Last I found myself leaning against the gates of heaven As if they were no more than the local pub doors If I push them open, would I find a pint waiting? I doubt it. Then again, God has been known To surprise and devastate. With the speed of lightning Taking my…
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#FlashFiction: ST.PETER
In the dream, I was standing in front of St.Peter who was holding the keys to the pearly gates. As I stood in front of him, I thought what a lousy job, did he ever get to go inside? I wondered about the shadow behind him. St.Peter held his head to one side,…