Tiger Woods to publish book of poems - working title 'A Game of Two Halves'
OK, that bit's not true. Instead it's time for another TFE prompt and this week the afterlife is our subject. I have two poems to offer – one old, one new, one tum-ti-tum rhymey, one nothing like that at all. Something for everyone...
First off here's the old one – it's a poem about the changing concept of heaven and I wrote it back in 2006. You can tell it's old because it mentions Tiger Woods (the golfer) as opposed to Tiger Woods (the shamed adulterer – yawn). This first one is the bang-bang rhyme one of the two so if you really hate this kind of thing...just scoot straight on down to the other poem below.
Why wait for heaven when Tesco might stock it? Waiting is finished, it’s easy to see Rewards are all right here and now, do you get it? These days heaven isn’t what it used to be
The clouds have all gone but do we see clearer? The angels all vanished, the gates lost their key Heaven’s all different – quicker and nearer Anywhere you want it is where it can be
For some it’s perfection on courses and pitches Their angels are Tigers, their place at the tee The clubs and the cups and the jets and the riches These days heaven isn’t what it used to be
Some think joy on earth has its own price tag They buy everything because nothing is free Who needs celestial – just buy the handbag These days heaven isn’t what it used to be
The family holiday, flying to see blue The wedding in paradise by a palm tree The house with the pillars, a palace made just for you These days heaven isn’t what it used to be
For some there’s the crossword, the quest for the right clue The garden, the telly, the phone call, the tea Theatre trips and a seat with a good view These days heaven isn’t what it used to be
It could be a handshake, a hug, an ‘I love you’ It could be a photo with not much to see There we are looking just how we would like to The simplest of matters our heaven can be
Some want justice, caring and sharing They do their bit and it feels heavenly More of us really could do with their daring To make heaven wider it takes bravery
For me it is wandering, nothing too clear-cut Shoes that fit, chocolate and days by the sea Music but not necessarily harp-struck Heaven is, happily, feeling more free
It’s less about waiting and more about finding It’s trying to work out what works for each me It’s losing eternal but not really minding These days heaven’s what you need it to be
And now for something completely....oh, you know...different. This is new and it's about death and what's next for the godless, I suppose. I can't vouch for any scientific accuracy but it's an imaginative piece so that will just have to be my defence. The poem may seem grim to some of you but that's a perspective thing, isn't it? I tend to think of death as the final relief but then I am, of course, the child of a suicide (there's a stamp on the back of my neck that says so if you look closely). We see death differently perhaps...who knows? Here it is:
Eyes are closed in a terminal way The hum of the brain winds down to null The stomach hangs on to its last ever meal (If only it had been something more appealing)
Mini tricks of life escape where they can A puff of old air, a free flake of skin Minute drops of liquid flow out (but not in) A dab of saliva, final dribbled message
The body is simply a weight to be born No more carrying itself from here again And everything else seeps softly away Forgotten (Remembered) Forgotten (Forgotten)
Originally from the north of England, I live in Angus, Scotland where I walk a lot, think a lot, listen to lots of music, sometimes write poems, sometimes read poems out to other people, sometimes write songs, read all kinds of odd things, watch a bit...oh and I look after my family too.
I sometimes organise poetry and music events - details are usually here (though nothing coming up in the near future). This year I went travelling with my family - photos and notes are here. Now we're back I have moved to a new regular blog - it is here.
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You can buy my book (published 2008) from my website if you fancy it (go to 'book' page) or from www.amazon.co.uk if you prefer the comfort of the multinational corporation. My book is printed on recycled paper and card. I have 12 different poetry postcards available too.