INSIDE STORY

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Heaven, poem, poetry, Stars, Unverse

INSIDE STORY

I trust Heaven
is not a dying star

light years away, but
there you are

a few years
left to shine
before its
physics collapses

goes dead
and cold
unable to
warm us

as it did once
even at
that terrible distance

which somehow
some crossed, somehow
arrived

traversing the light years
as if nothing, as
if in an instant

unless
this whole story
was but
a myth, a metaphor,
a dream, a fiction

Heaven
tiny as
a candle flame

smaller, way smaller

so difficult to find
way deep inside.

In a lifetime just
a glimpse of
this
inside story.

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SOMETIMES

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Difference, Evil, good, Heaven, Hell, poem, poetry

SOMETIMES

sometimes between Hell
and Heaven
it’s hard to distinguish
(so many
shades of difference)

was summoned to
Head Office to account
for my
peccadillos

listening to the usual: straight and
narrow, military discipline
ya-de-ya

creatures once were birds
without feathers
now curled up
by the central heating

slothfully servile, self-
Indulgent felines

whose alchemy would be
at this juncture kind
of fatal clue

spell out whether in fact (as I figured)
lesser saints, or minor evil dictators
either way somewhat
inconsequential in

the great
antagonism

FROM THE PAGE

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dissent, Fascism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, totalitarianism, writing

FROM THE PAGE

was writing, writing
writing

could not get the words right
(right meaning “exact”,
not in league with
some
masquerading devil

who would march us up
in our regiments, crisply uniformed,
to the iron
gates of Heaven

where angels with machine-guns
check our credentials
let us In)

no the words, as you see here, were
running away from me
flying off at tangents
swirling on the wind
without focus or power

and who would read such
preposterous metaphors,
ridiculous images
Cassandra warnings of
the end to all polity?

and yet
hopeless as the poem is
however ineffectual

the forces of denial are battering away
smashing at my door, pressed up
against my window
desperate to prevent my pen
producing a line, managing
a choice phrase

for this dominion must be absolute, no
dissent is
tolerable

even this sad, worthless effort
blood-washed from the page

HEAVENLY

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poem, poetry, satire

HEAVENLY

they await their exaltation
the golden ones
unburdened
by the sin
of poverty

their only Heavenly conundrum
the problem of storage
so much soul gold
to take
to that place

OUR AFTERLIFE

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afterlife, Heaven, poem, poetry

OUR AFTERLIFE

you awoke
naked on a tiny
deserted tropical island

fish, coconut and breadfruit
and fresh water

lovely beaches, indigo sea

and a man there
who just happened to
be me

who listened to you cry out
against the inhumanity of
this punishment
(an eternity
of loneliness
and
of boredom)

but for me
every moment spent watching, observing you
closely

could not be
a small but sweet taste
of the promise of Heaven

R

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Angel, Heaven, love, poem, poetry

R

R’s beautiful heart
about to burst
as she nears Heaven
the great gate within
sight, almost
within touch

that beautiful heart snug
in beautiful chest, which
being in
Heaven we ought
not to think about,
speak about

unless…
unless

HEAVEN

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Heaven, love, poem, poetry

It will not be Heaven
if I do not see you there
your eyes
filled with enough light
to
brighten a city

lift up
my heart

IN A PERFECT WORLD

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Heaven, Language, meaning, perspective, poem, poetry, satire, Truth

IN A PERFECT WORLD

Kingdom
of Heaven

Kingdom
of Satire

it’s all just
a matter of
choice, referendum

so tell us
which it is
of the two
contending truths
the kind
you require

and, in a perfect
world
we would do our
very best (they laughed)
to meet
your desire.

ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

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Heaven, Hell, hypocrisy, ironical, irony, Jesus, poem, poetry, writer, writing

ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

came over
all Santa
loving and giving
on your
birthday

and so
lost my chance to
sit with the unsaved
artists and
philosophers
chatting with
Shelley,Shakespeare
and Nietzsche

watching as the holier-than-thous
are ushered in
wondering at
what dark secret crimes,
what terrible hypocrisy
got them here
against their (skewed) expectations
as a writer relishing
exploring these
ironies-in-abundance

but I messed up, was
kind and generous (against
my true inclinations)
and now
I’m here

singing those stupid hymns
that they loved so much
(or indeed had
us believe they did)
those that
looking around

I do not see,
believe they must
be the exact same
sadly disappointed ones
in you, absolute and
total followers of
you

I will miss
for all
eternity, ones
I did refer to before

CONCERNING THE NATURE OF THE PROCESS

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Bureaucracy, Heaven, Hell, Immigration, irony, mass society, poem, poetry, satire

CONCERNING THE NATURE
OF THE PROCESS

the queues for Heaven are insane
so many held up at Immigration
jammed in the turnstiles

whilst down in Hell
it just takes a second, no
waiting for aeons

straight through the gate
and from that moment
as smooth
as a machine
perfectly processed