Looking up high at the bright wolf moon,
Wondering about our impending doom,
I don't always want to write about gloom,
If Jesus is returning it can't be too soon,
Walking streets and playing the same tune,
I'm Guile with these words, feel my sonic boom!
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Good write SM. It seems a long wait. If we take the verse 'To the Lord a 1,000 years is as 1 day, and 1 day as a 1,000 years', we've only been waiting 2 days (2,000 years). But the verse (2 Peter 3 v.9) really means that God is outside of human time, I think.
Meanwhile I been waiting 1,000 years for a bus, and I don't mean 1 day! lol.
Lol, it does indeed, I believe but might be after our lifetime.
Words of doom in this poem of rhyme and gloom that is put off for another day. Nicely written
Cheers, much appreciated.
You are so welcome
Yes, I'm still waiting for the bus to take me to that far away land, to you-know-who. Or he might be closer than we think! lol.
I waited at this bus stop every day for 40 years. Then someone passed by and said 'Ah, they discontinued this route' Doh!
Haha what route was it? lol.
Shaun, this piece balances dread and defiance well. You look up at the wolf moon, name the weight of the moment, then snap back with voice and confidence. That sonic finish gives it lift and personality. Thoroughly enjoyed this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, means a lot.
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