Heavenly Plunge.

Heavenly Plunge.

I know I'll be

sitting in the
cheap seats, if I finally reach
the grand stage of heaven.

I've often traded the
gods of rock and roll
for any higher power
in the me, myself and  

I-pod of my soul.

Imbibed on

pagan herbs
and fornicated

like a rabbit.

This then is

my confession,
publicly begging


But no matter
where I have to sit,
in whatever back row
of the nose bleed section.
I plan on taking a
huge leap into

the modge pit,
and dancing with

some heavenly angels.


I'll have wings,
and the gates

of hell will
be locked far below.

If any of you

get there early,
catch me if you can.





Live For Today, It's Brief.

Did Nostradamus

long for nostalgia,
always peering far ahead,
while his own past slipped away?

Was his boyhood plagued

with dreams of distant disasters?
Lost in tomorrows when he

should've been climbing trees.

Eventually his

own future vanished
leaving his predictions of
the future frozen forever

in his yesterdays ignored.


Behold What A Hemi Weighs.

The siren's call draws all
concrete navigators,
cruising rivers of asphalt,
to pause and gawk
at misfortune splayed
along the shore-way,
slowing rush hour
to a crawl
past dying groans.

The murmur of
maids passing,
will blend with
endless schools
of Groupers
ogling the mayhem.

Even Stingrays
and Barracudas
will slow their
speeding journeys
to observe the wreck
of two passenger carriers.

The Shark lawyers
legal eyes will
only see profit
in this sorrow,
and others will Carp
about it all day,
or simply Clam
up in dismay.

This wee bit

of excitement
will stimulate interest

in the crabby

on their way
to tedious jobs,
and many mussels

will tense at the thought that
each one was only seconds
away from lying splayed
and broiled alive.

The victims will hang
on sharp metal twisted,
like bait on a hook,
catching only glances,
till the wreckage is cleared.

The siren's call
will part the waters
to the red sea
spilled on pavement,
and the morbid
will move on
at a snails pace,
back to an ordinary day.



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Micky Dee 6 years ago

"I know I'll be sitting in the cheap seats, if I finally reach

the grand stage of heaven."

MFB- DUDE-put me down for everything you said in the first poem. I would have done more "possibly" if I could have. Let's try to catch each other man. Maybe the floors will be softer though.

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MFB III 6 years ago from United States Author

Hey we'll kick back in the nosebleed section, course there aren't any nosebleeds in heaven, sharing a three mile stare

at the best talent in paradise....till a couple of heavenly angels crook their fingers at our young, healthy and handsome new bodies, then we'll both take a flying leap

straight into the arms of bliss and watch eternity go by in between kisses. I forgot we'll have wings, some new kind of airborne without all the fighting, so if there's no seats in the front rows, we'll just hang out above the stage.LOL~~MFB III

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Let's hang out Dude!

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

Very interesting MFB III I would love to be in your mind for just a few seconds to figure out where you get your ideas to write about. Very interesting and I wanna hang out too.

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shazwellyn 6 years ago from Great Britain

For forgiveness you have to forgive yourself. If you forgive yourself, then you are truly sorry. In the eyes of God, if you are truly sorry, then you have learned your lessons of life.

Lovely set of poems x

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