"beulah" poems
Beulah went to Memphis, just to see where the king was laid.
Bought herself a ticket, first time she’d ever been on a plane.
She sashayed down to Graceland, closest she’d ever been to the king.
Every gaudy jumpsuit, jet planes, and all those diamond rings.
What you gonna do, now that you’re king is dead?
You better get on back to Kentucky, lick your wounds and feed your head.
Beulah went to Memphis, feelin’ just like ol’ Tom and Huck.
All 5 foot and sassy, struttin’ like a Peabody duck.
She’ll be in "Blue Hawaii", long before the crack of noon.
Right where he shot his TV, in that jungle room.
What you gonna do, now that you’re king is dead?
You better get on back to Kentucky, feed your mind and lose your head.
Beulah went to Memphis, didn’t see where the King was slain.
All caught up in Vegas, she didn’t hear His sad refrain.
She was takin’ care of business, while the Angels sang, “We Shall Overcome.”
Didn’t hear the message, dazzled by the pandemonium.
What you gonna do, now that their King is dead?
You better get on back to Kentucky, rest your mind and feed your head.
Beulah went to Memphis, just to see where the king was laid.
Poor ol’ girl, he rocked her world, and then he went away.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Let's take a stroll here in this time,
a stroll through Glory Land;
To paint a masterpiece of old,
by brush in Master's Hand.
The background hails of purest blue,
in Heaven's by and by;
No beauty matches close on earth,
to yonder in the sky.
A pathway marked by shining light,
each soul anticipates;
What grandest beauty He'll unveil,
behind those pearly gates.
They're opened now so step inside,
to see all glory there;
To feel no pain, no hurt at all,
nor shed but one more tear.
The blind will see the lame man walk,
first step on purest gold;
Each one of those who've lost a love
will have them there to hold.
Our Lord and King will shed His Light,
with Him we're soon to stand;
That oh so glorious day,
we'll see our Beulah Land!
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
An aged woman her sight waxing dim
Waits at the gate called patience
A stalwart near the inner court;
Whose walls are named deliverance
Bolted by a door of praise.
She watches at the gate intently
Though many hurriedly egress
& fewer enter by it.
She tells those who will listen:
I look for the one coming from Edom
The one dressed in red
The wearer of the royal turban
The giver of the eternal ring.
So old
She is rumoured to be immortal
Her name is Kheftsivah
Though some call her Beulah
But I prefer her sacred name; Wisdom
& the secret one not yet given.
She is there still, they say
Ancient yet standing
Watching & waiting
© Qwey.ku
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
faked botulism
and Beulah reds
Abyssinian horses
purportedly dead
all night blindness
that 'gravel' soothes
hovering indentions
southwestern barceuse
luminaries marked
tiny infantries swell
conically formed
so steady with shell
dihedral burns
for unlucky hands
swaying cognition
oh, little demands
sanctums ******
the sputum reigns
tenderness denied
a proper grave
you were ferried
holstered soul
lift your head
and let it go
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC
Beulah gave out
Blossoms this spring
As big as sunflower heads.
They entwined the branches
Like the ribbon enclosing an expectant shower gift.
It's fragrance was the extract
Of an unbottled aroma
That is the Magnolia tree.
I rooted her in the yard
Four years ago.
She is iridescent for a brief time
Past mid Spring.
She has many Springs to go
Above the green growth below;
Many seasons beneth
The blue Summer skies above;
During the Autums ahead,
When I am dead,
And colder than Winter snows
Below her;
She will be there.
Rooted with care.
May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023 at 8:14 PM UTC
My best friend Steve
had a rat named Beulah
and although she wore the white pelt
and pert whiskers of a domestic pet
she never generated the heroics
of Disney’s menagerie;
rather, she’d
unwind her days doing a scurrying
hunch'n'hop
around the perimeter of the living room.
As a native Pittsburgh rat
Beulah escaped the bizarre fate
of her Baltimore cousins
who resided in neighborhoods
where the residents fished for rodents
using Kmart rods and big steel hooks
baited with cheese and rancid bacon.
Instead, she died rather mundanely
like many rats
at the end of her life's only adventure
fleeing the tame existence
of the living room
for the fresh air of the driveway
where the rear wheels
of Steve's dad's pickup truck
flattened and whirled
poor Beulah
in a counterclockwise
spinfest
of radial belted
frenzy
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
I've heard about this all my life,
my Home in Beulah Land;
Those pearly gates and streets of gold,
all formed by Your own hand.
I hear You've built a mansion there,
a special place for me;
Its on a hill with greenest grass,
beside a Crystal Sea!
Now Lord don't take this wrong at all,
I'm thankful for all things;
But since I'm just a country boy,
a mansions not my dream.
A little place, just outside town,
surrounded by huge trees;
The sounds of nature at my door,
would be morefit for me!
A broken down old picket fence;
with squeaky wooden gates;
A muddy road not travel worn,
to me would five star rate!
A tire swing hung 'round a branch,
the buzz of honeybees;
A bed so full of daffodils,
a few small dogwood trees.
A cozy place to call my Home,
a noisy front porch swing;
No more I'd want for all of time,
but place to hang my wings!
You see My Lord, not hard to please,
I'm just a simple man;
A cabin made from Heavn'ly logs,
now THAT'D be Glory Land!
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
'Tis all my burdens lifted now
because of My God's grace.
He's seen me through the trials of life,
He'll see me through life's race!
'Twas grace that brought my loved ones down,
each one all to their knees.
They prayed for me to stop my run,
to shake the devil free!
'Twas grace that opened up my eyes,
once blind in sin I trod;
But now I see there's more to life,
when living it for God!
'Twas grace that washed away my sin,
the time I first believed.
My God had paid the final cost,
His blood my sins relieved!
'Twas grace that took away my fear,
through hard times come and gone.
My Jesus held me close to Him,
all through life's night till dawn!
'Twas grace that showed me how to live
for My God every day.
I strive to spread His love around
in everything I say!
'Twas grace that paved my way to Him,
for one day soon I'll stand;
Home with My Jesus face to face,
in Heaven's Beulah Land!
'Twas grace that brought this sinner home,
now in my rightful place.
Thank God I've got another chance
with His amazing grace!
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
You talk about agape
And leave me agape.
Really Beulah
Go peel me a grape.
At least you’d be useful
Because now you are not.
A bunch of superstitions
That is all you have got.
A badly written compendium
Of fairy tales for adults.
The kind of book of spells
A witch might consult.
Gobbledygook and folderol
All except the dead cats.
This kind of mumbo jumbo
Tells us exactly where you’re at.
If you came to me and said
I really dig Carlos Castaneda
And I want you to live by him
And his rules, I’d say, “Later!”
The same would be true if
You told me to dance in skin
Under the light of the moon
In the direction: widdershins.
If you came to me with a rock
And said the thing was breathing
You might as well claim it a baby
And tell me the rock is teething.
If you tell me waving your hands
Makes my bad mood go away
I might, out of pure courtesy
Not have that much to say.
But if you tell me I must talk
To infantile pieces of stone
And wave my hands at you
I’ll tell you to leave me alone.
The same thing goes for folks
That read misquoted old books
And when I say I don’t believe
They shoot me evil looks.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
I remember the day we left Southern California,
Dad hurried as fast as he could
While he loaded the moving truck.
Seven hours later
We arrived in a town I couldn't pronounce
To this day I'm not sure if either of us can say it right...
I remember our new house
It arrived several hours after we did on the back of a flatbed truck
I remember the front door swinging open and slamming shut
As the truck rolled over the curb and across the yard
The house was long like a shotgun
And left us bruised
I can remember the time I ran away.
Do you remember what Dad said to me?
"If you don't want to be a part of this family,
You can sleep in the garage!"
That night I wet the bed [sleeping bag]
I remember waking up feeling cold and
Hiding myself so he couldn't see
Can you remember the days when Uncle Al rolled his tobacco
And Aunt Beulah snipped roses in diagonals?
You loved being in their flower boutique
More than I did; You hated the smoke though
But now you can't quit
Do you remember when Chris came home
Covered in blood and tried not to cry?
I do; you were to young
He said they did it because he was 'different'
I remember feeling scared.
If he could bleed like that
Anyone could, especially you
I remember that time we rode our bikes
To go fishing in the pond but never found it
We swam in the river instead and hid in the reeds
I can still smell the lilac flowers that peppered the bank.
I remember thinking how water always runs downhill
But never understood how close we were
I remember when the house burnt down.
I can smell the smoke and feel the heat
You warned me, but I didn't believe you
I just wanted to finish watching TV
I believed you when we stood on the street and watched as
Our long white house burned at one end
Like one of Al's cigarettes
I remember when Dad rebuilt the house
We never saw him
It looked the same on the outside
But the inside was different
Then he got sick
He looked the same on the outside
But his insides were deficient
I remember the back porch
Do you remember when we walked all the way
From the back porch to the highway?
It seemed so far away
We watched the cars as they passed us
I remember wishing so badly that I could go with them
Even if that meant
Leaving you behind*
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
I'd never try to put in words
the pain you're going through;
Though yet I hope to share some love,
from my heart now to you.
You've lost a special angel now,
she left you far too soon;
You miss her arms around you,
every morning night and noon.
You never quite will be the same,
as long as your apart;
But never will you be alone..
she's perched inside your heart.
Now hold those memories close to you,
together that you made;
You know she wants what's best for you,
her love to never fade.
She's moved on now to better place,
she's walking Heaven's shore;
No soul on earth can harm her now,
she's safe there with My Lord.
Now picture her with smiling face,
at Home in Beulah Land;
She's walking down those streets of gold,
with Jesus hand in hand.
So as you try to live your life,
remember this one thing;
You're angel still is soaring high,
just now she's got her wings!
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Enjoying being alone
With first snow falling
On my lawn,
Covering Spring
Til distant dawn
With mini mellows.
Beulah, my new magnolia,
Will ring the bell in May,
But resting now,
Beneath the warmth of winter.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
My God went there, prepared a Home
A mansion in the sky
What glory and splendor we'll behold
The very day we die!
We'll all rise up when trumpet sounds
To take Our Saviour's Hand
He'll guide us Home right through those clouds
To Home in Beulah Land!
We'll stop in awe at massive gates
Huge pearls swing open wide
That's but the entrance to our Home
Go on now, step inside!
Your mouth will drop right when you see
The sights of Glory Land
When beauty melds with Heaven's sound
Of Angels in His band!
Take in the sights, soak up the sounds
And stroll down streets of gold
But watch real close 'cause soon you'll see
Your loved ones there to hold!
Now grab their hands and don't lose pace
There's so much more to see
You've yet to meet Him face to face
My Lord, The Prince of Peace!
These words can't even start to show
What glory that will be
That moment when those trumpets sound
From Heaven's Jubilee!
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
The soft velour
Of a Grand Detour
Please don’t notice
My lingering gaze
It’s probably
Just a pubescent phase
But for a little money
You could help and
Join me
In hard candy
Warm tea
and
Raking Beulah’s leaves
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 2:52 AM UTC
My God went there, prepared a Home,
a mansion in the sky;
What glorious splendor we'll behold,
that very day we die.
We'll all rise up when trumpet sounds,
to take Our Saviour's Hand;
He'll guide us Home right through the clouds,
to Home in Beulah Land.
We'll stop in awe at massive gates,
huge pearls swing open wide;
That's but the entrance to our Home,
go on now, step inside!
Your mouth will drop right when you see,
the sights of Glory Land;
When beauty melds with Heaven's sound,
of Angels in His band.
Take in the sights, soak up the sounds,
and stroll down streets of gold;
But watch real close 'cause soon you'll see,
your loved ones there to hold!
Now grab their hands and don't lose pace,
there's so much more to see;
You've yet to meet Him face to face,
My Lord, The Prince of Peace.
These words can't even start to show,
what glory that will be;
That moment when those trumpets sound,
from Heaven's Jubilee!
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
When we're called up home to Heaven,
finally across the Great Divide;
Meet our Savior there in person,
as those gates swing open wide.
When we take that trip to glory,
just beyond the western sky;
All our troubles will be over,
no more tears will dim the eye!
As the roll is called up yonder,
hear my Jesus call your name;
All our bodies will be perfect,
just our souls remain the same.
Oh, we'll meet so many people,
when the Saints all gather 'round;
All rejoicing, singing praises,
not one face will wear a frown!
Yes, I"m sure there'll be some dancing,
with the lame man moving free;
Bet you'll hear a bit of shouting
since the blind man now can see!
Sure we'll see familiar faces,
of our loved ones gone before;
With eternity together,
now can walk the Golden shore!
What a joyful time will be then,
when He takes us by the hand;
Leads us Home with Him forever,
to sweet Home in Beulah Land!
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
This lonesome earth is not my home
I'm just wanderin' through
I'm waiting on my chariot ride
To home beyond the blue!
There's just a few more roads to cross
A few more wars to fight
There's but one moment left on earth
Until I take my flight!
What glorious moment that will be
He'll come with outstretched hand
To lead us to that marvelous place
Our Home in Beulah Land!
With sudden splendor He'll arrive
His Angels gathered 'round
We'll know that moment when it comes
When Heaven's trumpets sound!
I'm now so ready for that day
To see My Saviour arrive
Could be this morning, noon and night
We'll break through Heavenly skies!
I hope your ready when rapture comes
To take us to our Home,
If you've trusted in God's saving grace
On Heaven's shores you'll roam!
We can't imagine what glory will be
What splendor there awaits,
When on that day we'll walk and run
Through Heaven's Pearly Gates!
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
I shooed a June bug
Off my front screen door;
The freighters' fog horns
Roll on The Huron and St. Clair.
The mist rises like incense
From the black tar on Spartan,
Still a warm May drizzle drifts tonight,
Anointing gardens and lawns.
And Beulah, my new magnolia,
Blossomed yellow for me this year.
But Brigid and Ophelia,
Heralded my Spring,
Brought warmth and light,
With a fresh green lease to everything.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
When someone leaves this life on earth,
no matter how you try;
I'ts never easy letting go
or saying last goodbyes!
Their time cut short, they left too soon,
their work on earth now done;
The Lord saw fit to call them home,
their war on earth now won!
They're moved up to a better place,
their Home in Beulah Land;
No pain or sorrow evermore
once touched by Master's Hand!
They're walking down the purest streets
with Jesus as their light;
They'll never shed another tear
not one more lonely night!
They've got a home, a place to live,
their bonds of pain now freed;
No bit of sadness 'ere again
beside the crystal sea!
So as you grieve, remember this,
they're in a better place;
They're better now than 'ere before
with Jesus face to face!
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
Oh yes, we know there's times in life,
when nothing seems so fair;
Those times when nothing else in life,
can help us to prepare.
When those we love, pass on for good,
they've gone to better place;
They're headed Home to Beulah Land,
to claim their last estate.
Don't be so sad, they're happy now,
in Heaven by and by;
They've got a home and so much more...
a mansion in the sky.
They'll feel no pain, no sadness there,
they'll shed not one more tear;
They'll never be alone again,
and never live in fear!
You miss them so, it's not sunk in,
though hard at times it seems;
You may not feel their touch again,
but see them in your dreams!
Be glad they're gone to Heaven now,
just make sure you're prepared,
To join them soon as your names called,
to hold them when you're there!
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
This lonesome earth is not my home,
I'm just wanderin' through;
I'm waiting for my chariot ride,
to home beyond the blue.
There's just a few more roads to cross,
A few more wars to fight;
There's but one moment left on earth,
until I take that flight.
What glorious moment that will be,
He'll come with outstretched hand;
To lead us to a glorious place,
our Home in Beulah Land!
With sudden splendor He'll arrive,
His Angels gathered 'round;
We'll know that moment when it comes,
hear Heaven's trumpets sound.
I'm now so ready for that day,
to see My Saviour arrive;
Could be this morning, noon and night,
we'll break through yonder skies.
I hope your ready when He comes,
to take us Home sweet Home;
You've trusted in God's saving grace,
On Heaven's shores you'll roam.
We can't imagine what glory will be,
what splendor there awaits;
When on that day we'll walk and run,
through Heaven's Pearly Gates!
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
I'm looking now to western sky
I know He's coming soon;
I'm so prepared to meet Him now,
this morning, night or noon!
My sins are all forgiven now,
my slate has been wiped clean;
My heart so filled with joy each day,
since now I've been redeemed!
I want to meet Him face to face,
to touch His nail scarred hands;
To see that mansion He prepared
my Home in Beulah Land!
Sure, I may have a moment left
a few more wars to fight;
A few more earthly roads to cross,
until my Heavenly Flight!
Though soon to hear those trumpets sound,
from Heaven's Jubilee;
That thunderous roar of chariot wheels,
now headed south for me!
They're comin' fast to pick me up
so Christians gather 'round;
With one swift move they'll scoop us all,
to then be Homeward Bound!
To see those massive gates swing wide,
my chariot flyin' by;
To my new Home forever more
to yonder in the sky!
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
I thought you said you'd never leave,
you'd never have to go;
But since you've left my side for good,
I'm lower than just low.
I struggle so much more than hard,
to live from day to day;
To keep my head up moving on,
to never lose my way.
I know you're walking streets of gold,
beside that crystal sea;
But hard for me to come to terms...
you're happy without me.
Your name was called from Heaven's roll,
to take My Master's hand;
Yes, one day soon I'll stroll with you,
in Heaven's Beulah Land.
For now I'll struggle on with life,
And hold your memories tight;
By dreaming dreams I've dreamt so much,
of holding you each night!
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
I'd never try to put in words
the pain you're going through;
Though yet I hope to share some love,
from my heart now to you.
You've lost a special angel now,
she left you far too soon;
You miss her arms around you,
every morning night and noon.
You never quite will be the same,
as long as your apart;
But never will you be alone..
she's perched inside your heart.
Now hold those memories close to you,
together that you made;
You know she wants what's best for you,
her love to never fade.
She's moved on now to better place,
she's walking Heaven's shore;
No soul on earth can harm her now,
she's safe there with My Lord.
Now picture her with smiling face,
at Home in Beulah Land;
She's walking down those streets of gold,
with Jesus hand in hand.
So as you try to live your life,
remember this one thing;
You're angel still is soaring high,
just now she's got her wings!
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Where all things were out of bounds,
There resided a king of clowns,
He sang and danced and leaped in mirth,
He moved along the lines of hate.
Where all things were out of bounds,
There resided a king of clowns.
The pranks of hate and love resolved,
The pawns and workers were there to ride,
The canvas of winged and fried consciousness,
A deference to capabilities, to ignore.
But there's a little place,
where Beulah sleeps,
Dances and leaps in Sunshine and rain,
Pure as a concept and whole as a grain,
There are such things but without a strain.
Where all things were out of sight,
There resided a mode of fright.
They sang and danced and gorged with pride,
There resided a frame-less light.
But there's a little place,
where desires are kept,
Prances and plunges in a Pinkish Paradise,
Pure as a conceit and whole as a root,
These are all things that the king had to loot.
But The pawns and workers were there to ride,
The canvas of winged and fried delight,
A deference to a foundation, to demystify,
Where all things were alibis?
Of Mice and Men and an out of bounds,
There resided a king of clowns,
The pawns and workers were there to ride,
The mode of fright from out of sight!
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC