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Velocity Rapture
An apple a day falling onto my plate
My ancestor Anstress could not calculate
Sir Isaac foretells twenty-sixty will come
As Daniel wrote words calculating the sum
The planets aligned and the comets passed by
But the end has not come and no one knows why
It may be an eclipse that blots out the sun
Will the last spoken words be, thy will be done?
Earthquakes and tsunamis have ravaged the land
Perhaps Mother Nature will start the last stand
Her revenge bittersweet soon after she dies
As she burns us alive with acid she cries
Camping out in twenty-eleven of May
Was an error in judgment on Judgment day
Harry promises it's coming five months too late
Perhaps the Great Pumpkin will hold off our fate
I'm so disappointed the world didn't end
Another Rapture was avoided again
One day the future will be left in the past
How much longer must my alonliness last?
Come meteors and comets plow into the world
There are plenty of rockets still to be hurled
The North Pole may move south and kick the South out
Perhaps the Sun will cause an unending drought
Will I have enough life to live long enough
Or die like the troll trying to eat Billy Gruff?
Awaiting Ragnarok to roll down Bifrost
Till hearing Thor's thunder as Midgard is lost
The Mayan calender's counting down the days
I hope there won't be a mistake or delays
As so many foretold and so many fooled
Repeating the myths and ultimately Thuled
Joseph the con-man converted a moron
Buried treasure was never enough to live on
So start a religion and predict Armageddon
Then be loved forever fore the world ain't-a-endin'
Billy's great disappointment of eighty-four
Fooling Millerites from the rich and then poor
Praying to be taken fulfilling their roles
Twice advantageously selling off their souls
Be it desire for wealth, power or sex
What will be the worth of your balances and checks?
If the real One comes he'll take it all away
Your word won't be enough to buy you a stairway
Christians singing hymns believe it will come true
Nostradamus thought he knew the lyrics too
I doubt he foresaw that I would write this song
Did any one of them know they all got it wrong
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*06/09/2011
from Seeds and Weeds
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/63927-spiritual-faith-based-poems-list/
My ancestor Anstress could not calculate
Sir Isaac foretells twenty-sixty will come
As Daniel wrote words calculating the sum
The planets aligned and the comets passed by
But the end has not come and no one knows why
It may be an eclipse that blots out the sun
Will the last spoken words be, thy will be done?
Earthquakes and tsunamis have ravaged the land
Perhaps Mother Nature will start the last stand
Her revenge bittersweet soon after she dies
As she burns us alive with acid she cries
Camping out in twenty-eleven of May
Was an error in judgment on Judgment day
Harry promises it's coming five months too late
Perhaps the Great Pumpkin will hold off our fate
I'm so disappointed the world didn't end
Another Rapture was avoided again
One day the future will be left in the past
How much longer must my alonliness last?
Come meteors and comets plow into the world
There are plenty of rockets still to be hurled
The North Pole may move south and kick the South out
Perhaps the Sun will cause an unending drought
Will I have enough life to live long enough
Or die like the troll trying to eat Billy Gruff?
Awaiting Ragnarok to roll down Bifrost
Till hearing Thor's thunder as Midgard is lost
The Mayan calender's counting down the days
I hope there won't be a mistake or delays
As so many foretold and so many fooled
Repeating the myths and ultimately Thuled
Joseph the con-man converted a moron
Buried treasure was never enough to live on
So start a religion and predict Armageddon
Then be loved forever fore the world ain't-a-endin'
Billy's great disappointment of eighty-four
Fooling Millerites from the rich and then poor
Praying to be taken fulfilling their roles
Twice advantageously selling off their souls
Be it desire for wealth, power or sex
What will be the worth of your balances and checks?
If the real One comes he'll take it all away
Your word won't be enough to buy you a stairway
Christians singing hymns believe it will come true
Nostradamus thought he knew the lyrics too
I doubt he foresaw that I would write this song
Did any one of them know they all got it wrong
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*06/09/2011
from Seeds and Weeds
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/63927-spiritual-faith-based-poems-list/
Published 6th Dec 2011
| Edited 21st Apr 2018
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10th Dec 2011 2:13pm
..knows, Poetryman. Perhaps then there would be words and prophecies from the mind of a poet? who is to know where the beginning of enlightenment comes from.
As usual, a good read. :D
As usual, a good read. :D
Thank you for commenting Grace, as usual. But more importantly, thank you for reading. This poem has a whopping 15 reads, which is crazy. if this were an erotic poem it would have 200 reads by now. I wonder who the other 14 readers were. I wonder if they didn't comment because they didn't like the poem or maybe they just don't like to comment. I wonder why so many people can't get enough verbal porn? I wonder if the world will end because we are all addicted to porn, be it picturs or poems or paintings or people sending emails from countries they are trapped in as slaves or the poor just trying to find food and a safe place to live. I wonder about many things, but I don't wonder about my fate. I know where I am going, so whenever the world ceases to exist, I know I won't be alone. jj
10th Dec 2011 2:58pm
Amen to that my good sir. Your poems are not easy to understand, because they come off from inside you that nobody can actually understand much less see.
Poets are free in their expressions but may not be understood by others, but if we ramble in about orgasm...well. Just see how many read my erotic poem...:D
Poets are free in their expressions but may not be understood by others, but if we ramble in about orgasm...well. Just see how many read my erotic poem...:D
11th Dec 2011 00:45am
One of the things that always annoyed me about reading poetry in school was that some poets use so much imagery and metaphor you can't figure out what they are trying to get across. And even then, we used to argue about what each line was about, never mind the overall meaning. If it's that hard to figure out, I don't care if your Ginsberg or Frost, I'm not impressed.
11th Dec 2011 6:46am
I know what you mean. Sometimes people read the words, because they are written letters close together to form words. In some cases, people read the pictures you are trying to portray and some will actually see what you are trying to show. Simple words can paint a brilliant picture. At times wordy words just become a confused canvas. If one is a picasso...well. But think canvas without the signature...it is still a confused canvas. To me at least. :D
12th Oct 2017 8:28am
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JJ
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