This poetry series by Sami St. Nicholas consists of three books and is titled Betwixt Heaven and Hell, named after a poem in the series.

The poem evokes life on Earth as a seesaw on a continuum teetering between good and bad, young and old, rich and poor. The implication is that life is a balance between heaven and hell, the symbolic ideation of teetering between good things and bad things.

It’s impossible to be an impartial bystander to the joy, pain, love, and laughter found in Relationships ; or to not be transformed, transfixed, or perhaps even repelled by the spiritual views in Heaven and Hell; and thoroughly entertained by the assortment of musings on other aspects of life in This and That.

Also available is Favorites a collection of favorites chosen from the three books in the series.

Edvard Munch: The Scream is picture of ghostly figure screaming in fear

The Breakup

[POEM] I had a breakup today
A parting of the ways
A coming to an end
A breakup with a friend

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ocean turbulence

To Be Fair in a Love Affair

[POEM] To be fair.
It didn’t start out this way.
You were loving and so kind.
So sweet and tender.
You called me all the time.
Spent hours talking. . .

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cave on side of mountain

His Secret Place

[POEM] He has a secret place.
That he goes to.
I’m not welcome there.
He escapes to spin his dreams.
(And wallow in his pain?)

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Rhythm and Rhyme

[POEM] My life don’t rhyme like some folks do.
It doesn’t gel in rhythm.
It walks a beat that’s syncopated.
It doubles down and triple steps.
It squeaks, it whines, it shimmies.

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woman yelling in frustration


[POEM] Stuck in a daze.
Stuffed in a box.
Stultifying zest.
Stumbling in dark.
Stumped beyond measure.
Stunning intransigence. . .

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young boy reading bible

God Is Not Superlatively Perfect

[POEM] In the English language.
The word perfect has a superlative meaning.
To be the best, above all the rest.
At the top; Unsurpassed.
Free from flaw, impeccable and pristine.

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men's slippers


[POEM] I wonder if he knows.
I wear his slippers when he’s gone.
Even though they’re almost.
. . .but not quite.
Twice the size of mine.

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a wooden mask

The Mask

[POEM] I checked in on him the other day.
He seems alright to me.
He sits in the corner.
And peers out occasionally.

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Heartache Is…

[POEM] Heartache is
The realization that your life is not.
the way it was the day before.
And the day before was better.

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woman face in profile in dark

My Moses: Ode to an Alcoholic Dad

[POEM] I was five years old or thereabouts.
And I heard the shouts.
Piercing the darkness of my room.
It was you and mommy too.
Why is this my earliest memory of you?

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