Where the hell was I
I was left high and dry
taking a bullet to the head
When I went to bed
That’s how I ended up dead
The angels flew me on their wings
Singing songs on strings of violins
They took me right up the high road to hell
Hightailing out of the sky noisy as hells bell
It was devil’s luck I swore
On fairy wings they did bear
This human who was human no more
Just a wisp of a spirit with too many words in store
They flew me to almighty’s mansion
I expected the Big guy to show me compassion
But …
There was a ‘no disturb sign’ on heavens door
I passed out before I could explore
Knock knock knocking on heavens door
Nobody answered my , ‘can I come in’
was I being punished for my worldly sins?
A no win win situation
I wanted to raise hell
Hell was being raised on ‘nother station
I was running out of patience
Looked like god was out of town
lucifer on his ‘get about town’ round
A life cut short waiting to be found.
Back on earth a killer roamed free who had me downed.
You were at death’s door and the devil was knocking…
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Nope, I was already dead ☠️ I can’t recall the devil knocking. He just barged in 😂
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Lol 😂 Dead woman walking🚶🏻♀️So you’re a zombie now? Don’t bite off more than you can chew! 😁
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Oh well halo een me Poetpas
Of course I will take your good advice about biting ., I guess zombies get bad tummy aches too.
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cool story
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Thank you 🙏, Maximus.
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you’re welcome
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Yassy – this is AMAZING. I just adore this piece. Adore it.
❤
David
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Thank you so very much , Ben 🤗
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My pleasure!
~David
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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Thank you for the reblog, Ed.
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Well done, Yassy, a whole story in this poem.
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Thanks so much , Robbie.
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This makes me want to give you a hug.
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Hey , Dan .. hugs 🤗 back.
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This is one of your Wow!-HolyCow!-StoneTheCrows! poems — in other words it’s fuk’n fantastic!
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Thanks , Mich 😂😇
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Now, this. I like!
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I am happy you like !!!
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thanks , Ned.
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Wow! Very creative, Yassy.
Art
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Thank you , Art.
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Deliciously dark.
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Thanks , Syd !!!
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Wow! I’m usually fascinated by the concept of the afterlife and you’ve captured this with your exceptional quality. Well done, Yas. 🖤🖤
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Thank you , Carter.
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Very humorous but also thought provoking.
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Thank you , Amorina!
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Wow, this is truly captivating and thought provoking Yassy. I love it💗
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Thank you , Cindy 🤗
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such a wonderful poem Yassie! I enjoyed it! ❤
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I am grateful to you for reading and sharing your wonderful thoughts.
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Like a serial
I can’t stop my hunt
But please Mrs. Turn
Again I implore you!
Help me understand!!!!
I miss u poet (🎯)
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Stop hunting 😅
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Nicely narrated, with well-woven imagery! Deep there, a strain of pain left behind, followed by relief in angels’ caring company are obvious. From pain to liberation seems to be the main idea. Best wishes! 🙂
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Thank you for your wonderfully insightful comment.
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