It was a trip I was looking forward to A visit to heaven I saw the inscription on the gates Abandon all suffering ye who enter here The streets were made of gold Everyone was a billionaire Everyone shared their wealth Everyone was happy and healthy The best foods were available Lobster, filet mignon, king crab, and thousands of others You could go fishing and catch your limit in half an hour You could go golfing and expect at least one hole in one You can travel anywhere in the universe in an instant The cars had the best music on voice command The houses were all mansions with pools in the basement The prettiest butterflies could be see on the most beautiful flowers The waters were so clear and clean you could drink right out of them All questions had answers There was only truth and love The angel took my hand and told me You are going there some day Till that day comes You must try to create as close to heaven on earth as you can Then the angel guided me back to earth And I woke up still clutching the bag of candy she had given me
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
Just got the book Dante's Inferno. I was trying to create my own verison of heaven. I also mixed in a dream I had as a child when I got adopted.
"WOW"!!! mcradloff, buddy..."WOW"!!! ...will say no more. Robert
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKMar 15, 2014
You must try to create as close to heaven on earth as you can Then the angel guided me back to earth And I woke up still clutching the bag of candy she had given me
This is a very imaganative, fatastic poem Mc.
Girlygirl196349Fullerton, California USAMar 15, 2014
Soooooo beautiful makes me feel better knowing my mother and husband are in that kind of heaven!! Now I just need to create a heaven for me to live in until my iime comes up to enter the beauty that you just described .
candykid, thanks for your comment on my poem. I have been watching The Price is Right with Bob Barker. He would agree with you about no killing of animals in heaven. I do feel sorry for the lobsters at Red Lobster because they have their claws rubber banded shut and are boiled alive. I don't order them that way for another reason, the process of eating a boiled lobster is pretty messy and gross.
lindsyjones, thanks for your comment. I did read your poem, thanks for including my name, and thanks for the compliment. I don't have any Irish in my makeup, my grandparents came over in a boat in 1907 from Austria Hungary and were of German descent, but it's fun to pretend to be Irish for a couple more days!
Comments (19)
mcradloff, buddy..."WOW"!!!
...will say no more.
Robert
Then the angel guided me back to earth
And I woke up still clutching the bag of candy she had given me
This is a very imaganative, fatastic poem Mc.
yeah I feel you brother...
am about to pour me another one too...
I loved reading this one...so touching...I do like your vision of heaven...
Martina xxx
Very entertaining. At least you woke up with a bag of candy and it was not all a dream. Cheers mate.
Mike xxx