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No Fallen Angels Welcome! ~ a Dramatic Nonsense Poem

John is a freelance writer, ghost-writer, storyteller, and poet. He always tries to include a message or social commentary in his writing

courtesy of Color Planet

courtesy of Color Planet

Back to Earth

With this year coming to a close there have been a lot of wonderful uplifting articles that inspire us to look forward to the new year ahead. I have written a couple on that positive vain as well. I don’t want to darken the mood, but maybe this will bring us back to Earth a little.

With this poem I offer something a little different. It is written in a nonsense vain, but it also has a touch of the dramatic about it. I wasn’t sure how to categorise it, but wherever it fits I hope the reader can find a message or two of some value hidden in the words or between the lines. If you do please tell me in comments. It may be something I’m not even aware of.

I give you, “No Fallen Angels Welcome!”

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No Fallen Angels Welcome!

There’s a sunrise in Tequila

and a desert storm in June.

The butterfly effect may cause

an earthquake on the moon.


Shout your way right to the top,

high enough to make it rain.

Seed the clouds with vitriol

and board the devil’s train.


Or catch a rocket to the Sun,

it’s cold down here in hell.

”No Fallen Angels Welcome!”

or so the sign does tell.


There’s one way up, another down,

so flip a coin and pray.

Heads I win, tails you lose,

the only colour’s grey.


Make a tidal wave of promises

and super-nova lies,

for publicity is always good

though it makes a SWAT team cry.


Prejudice is a weapon

used by the jealous few.

Love and acceptance form a shield

those bullets can’t get through.


Blow some kisses against the wind

that roars across the plain.

Starting fires with burning love,

Such a pleasurable pain.


Whether you ranch cattle,

or maybe sheep or horse,

I prefer my steak cooked medium

with a gravy or a sauce.


Death clamps its jaws in anger

as the world springs back to life,

casting aside the servitude

that had bowed to hate and strife.


So don your hat and blue suede shoes,

pull up your pants and sing

a tribute to our saviour,

the jailhouse rockin’ King.

Elvis Presley, Jailhouse Rock

Elvis Presley, Jailhouse Rock

© 2020 John Hansen

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