Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
The first person I saw up there
was sitting in a golden chair.
It was my good friend, Hank Beuning,
And a golden guitar he was tuning.
Hank, I said, I've known you for years.
We've had some laughs, we've had some tears,
And I never knew you played the guitar!
He said, well, I don't, at least not so far,
But I've got lots of time with little to do
So I thought I might try to learn something new.
I walked a little farther in
And saw my new friend Mandolyn...
playing on her... violin.
And there's my friend, Maddalena Biela
with her husband, he's a handsome fella.
Udiah was there with Heather Burns
And they were sitting, taking turns
Writing the words to their new poem,
Their collaborative, classic poem about love
And it went like this:
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
love love love love love love love love love love
I marveled at their poem and all the words on it
And said, They've written a LOVELY sonnet!
Then whom should I meet next?
Why, it was James McLain,
Just reading some old text
And he could not refrain
from asking himself:
Is it poetry?
Mr. Spock was there with his pointy ears
But he said he hadn't seen Kirk for years.
Argentine Tango was eating a mango.
She's a person, you know, and not just a dance,
And so pretty you cannot resist just a glance.
Bull Hawking - - I asked him if he was Steven's Cousin
And he assured me that he wasn't.
As I went on, continuing my walk,
I met the Electric Lady, and she gave me quite a shock.
Then there was Valsa George; I spoke to her with ease.
(Does she know her name means 'Waltz' in Portuguese?)
Uzefa Rashida was there dressed in white,
and she certainly was a lovely sight.
There was E Nigma, Ima Ryma and Gajanan,
Deep Dark Soul Poet and RoseAnn,
Sandra and Lawrence and even Noreen
And a whole bunch of others that I had never seen.
I wandered on, enjoying my hike,
And met a young poet named Smith, Mike.
I walked for a few miles, yet my feet didn't even hurt,
then I came face to face with the famous Kelly Kurt!
I encountered a handsome young lad
Who said that his name was Old Dad.
But I knew him by sight.
'Twas Wes Vogler, all right;
And to see him I surely was glad!
I walked a little more,
Then suddenly I was lost,
And there I was again
In front of Robert Frost.
I said, Say, I wonder, can you answer me one thing?
Why haven't I seen Poe or Shakespeare or Browning?
He said, Oh, you won't find them here
In this part of Poetry Heaven.
This is just the Poem Hunter wing!
Then he said I hate to tell you this,
But there's been a big mistake.
It seems that here you don't belong!
... Then I was wide awake.
I really have no words to say..this is JUST BRILLIANTT! !
3rd stanza: my favorite so far AND...Ah! James McLain, formerly 'Is It Poetry', now writes using 'James McLain'. If you read one of his NEWER poems, you might not think HE wrote it. : )
Hey, Kim, this poem is still on the Best Member Poem list at # 94. Congratulations!
Jus revisiting this wonderful poem. It is still on the 'Top Member Poem' list at # 90.
This poem is among the top ten Love Poems featured on PoemHunter. Congratulations, Kim.
oh! I am so glad I read this! ! ! you put a smile in our hearts and minds, dear man, and in a world of such horrid heart-rending events, you do us a good service--giving us light and life to live by---thank you! 5 trillion billion stars and a fav
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fun, and awesome poet you are! and a man of his word, that I am amazed that you are for real! ! ! Love your writing and contests. You are the best!
Dee, such kind words. Sorry it has taken me so long to respond. I stopped writing anything new for a time and almost left Poem Hunter. There are still two ongoing contests...
Thank you, Dee, for the comment and your participation in the contests.