Afterlife

I have not a single leaf left
On display on my bare tree
Winter sets its claws on my branches
Harvested my genes and puts spring signs on hold
Winter shuts down my functioning cells
Unlike- I- my cells do not know why.
But I know why hairs turn from midnight black to gray
Shedding one by one to the ground
My field harvested by the sickle of death
Staring me in the face as time freezes its clock
Whose frame holds my temple on the inside?
I’m weak and fray like an orphaned homeless child
Nature has its way of mirroring life and death
Dry hot sand blankets the Sahara dessert
Life has a slim chance to seed there but not death
Where vigor breaths transform to old bones
Second by second veins shrink and harden
Time is not kind to the human form
Regardless of which soul dwells inside
Are souls destined for a better home?

To ask the question my first sign of hope
In the afterlife I will forever cope
It is not trite when my poem begins to rhyme
Out from heaven comes hope in due time

Just imagine hearts with irregular beat
Eyes from flat line cannot greet poetic feet
I have passed fate’s questing test
Thus my thesis finally put to rest

I will forever live no matter what
Even though the devil tries to rebut
I know, I know, I know spring engrained in my loins
Devil's 30 silver- In God We Trust-minted golden coins

I keep few to remind myself of my cosmic being
When my invisible eye is not set on sightseeing
Light of the world renewed by God’s son
Life in plants comes from the golden Sun

Roots of all religion are love and peace
Not 24-hours recycled news grease.
Life large or small needs peaceful resolution
This poem my thesis, my humble solution

I lay down my resistance and embrace the distance
That once left me daunted to understand my existence
Life force and death interchangeably beautiful
My poem finds the path to the afterlife irrefutable

I am more than just monkey hands and wondering legs
The sum of me beyond decorative doors on Easter eggs
The Three Books and the Lotus heart witness my claim
Atheist logic concludes my poem’s predicated acclaim

March 5, 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014

Forgive me once

Leaking Pen
Dear Members
I don't like to post 3 poems in a row, I believe in giving equal space to all poets to post their poems, but I could not stand all the commercial postings on our diminishing website, this is my way of purging junk out, let poems find their rightful place again!
Truly
Paul

There's a Parade in Town

Paul,

I understand your quest, your words and the thoughts you love the best. I like the way you think, you give credence to everything that links.
In no uncertain terms, you know what most have yet to learn. You have found the definable claim, that with God, love is much more than a game.
How can I keep from hearing your drum? You set the tempo ... and I will just hum.

Love,

Kathy

Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Ah Sunflower

Leaking Pen
Dear Kathy
When words fail me to express my gratitude for your love I seek help from the poetic world to express how I feel about you, I hope the poem below does you justice
Truly
Paul

Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

William Blake

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