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Life ‘n’ God ‘n’ Death ‘n’ Stuff

Where on earth (or space) did we come from?

What intrepid seed made us be?

I like the idea of God

But, my mind's eye won't let me see


They say we're all made of stardust 

So, perhaps, there lies a clue

Just molecules & atoms congealed 

From the old primordial stew 


Were we once nebulae or quasars?

Drifting upon solar winds

Dancing to songs of the universe 

And symphonic celestial hymns 


But, if there is such a thing as God

Where is the place God resides?

Or, is (he) the thoughts in the ether

Now, lost amongst man's truth & lies?


And, what could create the creator?

Did he emerge from within ‘the big bang’?

And, how could this bang even happen?

Oh! My brain is beginning to twang!


Talking of our cerebral cortex!

Our minds have evolved such a way 

That we've become both God & The Devil 

And, it's difficult to see which holds sway


We're capable of creating such beauty 

And creating such horrors as well

We shift between heavenly creatures

And, creatures who revel in hell


Talking of Heaven & Hell!

When breath turns a shallow breeze

And our hearts suddenly retire

Do we transcend to some form of  paradise 

Or, do we just simply expire?


To live on in memory 

To become a reminisce 

To be a photo upon a dusty shelf

To, at least, be something missed


To be remembered for words once spoken

Or, perhaps, written down 

To be a folded page in a tattered book

To be, somehow, still around 


Whilst the shell we call our body

Crumbles to stardust once more

And we rejoin the constellations 

Or, perhaps, knock on heaven’s door?


There are still many mysteries, unsolved

Many questions to answer & ask

I only hope we have time to find out

Before we become a thing of the past.





◄ Sycamore Gap

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 30th Nov 2023 18:31

An entertaining consideration of the perennial questions that have occupied thoughts across the generations.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 30th Nov 2023 15:24

Thanks Stephen.
I like the idea that we're all, in the final analysis, lumps of stardust, and that's the only honest way I can find of explaining birth and death to our little ones.

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 29th Nov 2023 22:45

First thing I've written in a while. Funny what things come to mind whilst relaxing in the bath!
Thank you very much Helene, & Stephen, Tom & J.C. (there's too much strutting & fretting, I think, John!)
And thanks for the likes Jed & Manish 🌷

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John Coopey

Wed 29th Nov 2023 21:56

“Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Excellent study of our strut, Stephen.

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Wed 29th Nov 2023 17:12

Very much enjoyed this one Stephen. Quite a subject to attempt to grapple. I really like the title too! 😃

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 29th Nov 2023 16:53

A tour de force, Stephen. One thing is sure - we live on in memory as long as someone remembers us, and after that if we have left some record of our words, ideas etc.

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Wed 29th Nov 2023 14:07

An exploratory poem that draws the reader in as the poet ponders the unanswerable question of the ages: "who the heck are we?" Excellent phrasing and rhyming. The last line reminds us that humanity's earthly existence is not perpetual and currently under serious challenge. Well done Stephen!

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