Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words hell and/or heaven, totaling up to 150 lines in length including stanza breaks, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PDT on September 22nd. No PDF's please. Color and B&W artwork are also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Hell or Heaven will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, September 23rd between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Patricia Murphy

Hell Or Heaven


I feel like I'm in a Hell of a pickle. 

It's hell or heaven.  


It feels like hell in the pit of my stomach. 

A pain I can't explain. 

All to complain. 

Like rain 

With no gain. 


It's all the same.  

Just a game. 

With no name. 

So we remain. 

Like the movie "Fame."  


Forever a drain 

On the brain. 


Only to blame 

One another. 


Forever in a quandary. 




Hell Or Heaven 2


Hell or Heaven is a great way to live. 

Being in hell is swell. 

Not to be able to smell. 

The sweetness of life 

Is a quell 

From what we can tell. 


Now is the time to be in heaven. 

It's something around seven. 

When we are in heaven. 


We cannot believe in miracles. 

If we cannot achieve success. 

Otherwise its a mess. 

But we are the best. 


Least we expect a quest. 

Like a mirror on the wall. 

If we fall 

We can stand tall 

Or not at all.  


Like a ball 

Of fire. 


We go higher. 


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