So you thought you'd have time, but now you're six feet down
no end to pain, no end to time, no more chances left
you used to laugh at the fools who used to live by the rules
but the party ended in eternal regret.
Quote from: Dulcamara
I wrote this poem, but I couldn't post it here because I'm under contract not to... >pokes chant< ... *ahem* ... I said, I'm under contract not to... ^o^
Does that mean there's $$$ involved?? :cheers:
This is my first ever poem. Hope you enjoy!
Hi Graham-
Thank you for your comments and the criticism. First of all, that was a beautiful poem. As you can tell, I am not qualified to make any critique, so I will leave it at that :wink:
My recent sorrows did not inspire this directly. Perhaps, I should have spent more time on it before posting? (It took me about 5-10 minutes or so) Regardless, I do enjoy reading poetry, and thought it may be nice to try it out. I will try your method of writing in prose first, and hopefully have some material to provide soon. It seems challenging, but I think enjoyable as well.
Question: would it be okay, after satisfied with the amount of material written in prose, to combine both the "best parts of that" with something abstract? What I'm afraid of is someone not figuring out what I mean (by the use of metaphors).
I love these lines in the first poem, in fact I will add them to my daily prayers.
You once changed water into wine,
Then change my will
To make it Thine
Quote from: MyrnaMI love these lines in the first poem, in fact I will add them to my daily prayers.
You once changed water into wine,
Then change my will
To make it Thine
Dear Myrna,
Yes, I like that as a prayer too. The version I put up may not be best, since the 2nd part might read:
You once changed water into wine,
Then change my will
To make it Thine.
Change all my life into a sign
That wonders happen still
I like the idea that He did the miracle at Cana partly as a "sign" of the Blessed Sacrament, in which He longs to be "one" with us. Since we're weak and sinful, that unity can't become perfect unless we let Him change our corrupted desires into His. At that point, we won't even exist (as we were), but some people begin to notice more and more peace-- even in the midst of trials and "dry" periods. Some even see outright miracles happen!
But you're probably way ahead of me on all that. BTW, I love your artwork. Art is another interest I have in common.
God Bless, :pray:
Anne~
What do people think of my poems?
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I hate the novus ordo,
and so should you.
I didn’t write this poem but it brings back good memories:Why thumb down a cute poem?? Oh. You enjoy poetry about the jab.
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The poem Adam came out on December 9, 2018. Inspired by my puzzlement with Mark 14:51 since at least the late 1980's.
Adam
Arisen from dust, life into me thrust
a copy to behold, from the best mold
at first alone, now with one from my own
destiny unknown, a garden our home
avoid but one tree, or loose eternity
deception has won, what have I done
caught in a lie, my descendants will die
but pity has shone, a new shoot has grown
my error cost dear, the accusers draw near
now naked I flee, to avoid death on a tree
Mark 14:51
A young man, wearing nothing but a linen garment, was following Jesus. When they seized him, he fled naked, leaving his garment behind.
Could it be that the young man was indeed Adam, once again hurrying off to hide knowing that he was responsible for what was to happen to Jesus?
Released before Christmas in 2018, Gimme Some Sugar, addresses a hidden problem.This poem reminds me of the song "No sugar/A new Mother Nature" - societal revolution and Nature turned on its/her head
Gimme Some Sugar
Gimme some sugar to soothe your soul
Attend to my advice and attain your goal
Rename your problem and do it with tact
Surely believe in me, I will have your back
Never mind the unseen, ignore their cries
Pay no attention to the complainers' sighs
You are free to do whatever you please
And with my guidance it will be a breeze
A person cannot be until one does it see
So abandon all concern and listen to me
If it feels good then do it you must
I know all the rules, in me you can trust
Change your nature to be like mine
Follow my steps and you will do fine
Try a new twist, it is certain to be sweet
And do not worry if the wrong ends meet
Remember our fun and good talk
When hand in hand we will walk
For when our companionship is done
You can be sure that we will be one
When I wrote this, I was thinking about how things are "rebranded" so to speak, to make them sound innocuous. Murder became abortion, gαy Related Immune Disease (GRID) became AIDS (Who is it aiding anyways?), calling a same sex union marriage (wrong ends meet), etc.
Tonight (12-25-2018) while saying the Divine Mercy Chaplet, I finally got it. An inkling that I may have written
about far more than I had realized. I converted to Catholicism in 1986, so I do not know the pre Vatican II
church.
So I was curious and decided to do some research.
No longer does the priest face the tabernacle during Mass. He is now the center of attention. Our priests should be like the priests of the Old Testament, a representative standing for and before the people — between themselves and the Holy of Holies — praying for them and offering their sacrifice in a unique and
consecrated way. Now the priest has been demoted to a liturgical salesman with his boss hiding in the back room. In addition the Mass responses have been mellowed, it is no longer mandatory to kneel and receive Jesus on the tongue and strange changes to church doctrine have since been enacted or proposed.
This poem reminds me of the song "No sugar/A new Mother Nature" - societal revolution and Nature turned on its/her headI am familiar with No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature by the Guess Who.
"There's a new Mother Nature taking over...she's getting us all"
I am familiar with No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature by the Guess Who.Definitely has a song feel to it.:cowboy:
Gimme Some Sugar is not tied to music but I do have a secular poem that became so. And the name of the group that sung the song is amazingly close to the Guess Who.
Pre-priced Package
See that shiny package, on the upper row
Its base cardboard shelf mate, is not the way to go
There must be embossed letters, of metallic sheen
And it must be shrink wrapped, so it's always clean
Add a few more staples, and a cute twist tie
You know it should be fancy, if I'm going to buy
Prominent the brand name, in colors no less than eight
The text it must be fancy, never print it straight
Don't forget the bar code, or the warranty card
Packed in lots of peanuts, in case if it gets jarred
To deter the wayward, affix a radio tag
Then place your corporate logo, on the check out bag
Beware the competition, don't be such a slouch
For reuse they have added, a see through zipper pouch
Please sprinkle on some glitter, for a final touch
And get a catchy jingle, to make me pay that much
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
I was thinking about consumerism while writing. As I wrote I reviewed the first few lines quickly and the tune of Pinball Wizard by the Who popped into my head. Naturally, the rest of the poem had to follow suit.
(B2) But come now, I will tell you — and you, when you have heard the story, bring it safely
away —
which are the only routes of inquiry that are
for thinking:
the one, that is and that it is not possible for
it not to be,
is the path of Persuasion (for it attends upon
Truth),
the other, that is is not and that it is right that
it not be,
this indeed I declare to you a path
entirely unable to be investigated:
For neither can you know what is not (for it is
not to be accomplished)
nor can you declare it.
(Proclus, Commentary on Plato’s Timaeus 1.345.18 lines 3-8: Simplicius, Commentary on Aristotle’s Physics 116.28; tmpc)
Began on March 16, 2022 and was finalized on March 21, 2022.Well done indeed!
Meaning
“We assign to things whatever meaning we choose,
All events, all values weighed in our minds are without depth.
The subject determines the object, so ready your noose!
Banish love from your hearts and deny the ‘consummatum est’.”
Such as fools err; as we cannot imagine nothingness’ abyss
To see good or bad in anything is something that we cannot dismiss.
Let language here corroborate; does any word go undefined?
Since even meaningless means, their words show themselves blind.
Just as nothing’s road never was, and never can be
So too then must the road of meaninglessness not be.
Where does meaning’s road come to?
From He who said “EGO SUM QUI SUM”.
For through Him all things were made,
And through His Son flesh became,
And through His Spirit Blest sets hearts aflame.
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Self commentary:
The first paragraph is a summation of the opinions and conclusions of those who deny the existence of objective meaning, and rather say that we “create” meaning through our perceptions. Thus this view renders meaning mostly worthless since, according to its principles, all of our interpretations of meaning are without objective truth. The most heinous of these conclusions to deny the value of the Crucifixion and Death of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Then the speaker (yours truly) goes on to refute these claims, taking inspiration from the poem Truth by the Greek philosopher Parmenides of Elea and the enlightening words of Bishop Williamson from his many conferences on Modernism. To say that we “construct” meaning is to essentially make a meaning construct in of itself, and such an act also dances around the objective truth that there is an objective means of interpreting events, otherwise language itself would be useless since we would not be able to agree on words having definitions and connotations.
The part of Parmenides’ poem that best summarizes what I got out of it is this excerpt:
From page 27 of the book Readings in Ancient Greek Philosophy, from Thales to Aristotle, edited by S. Marc Cohen, Patricia Curd, and C.D.C. Reeve.
This poem reaches its climax with a forceful highlighting of the importance of God and His relationship to being. He is both infinitely greater than man but is also infinitely simple, as His declaration to Moses on Mount Sinai indicates. He is also the source of all being, and all meaning.
I was inspired to make this connection, and I credit Fr. Hesse with providing me with the wisdom to in some part understand this holy mystery. Specifically I refer to (if my memory serves me right) the conference entitled The Proof of God and His One True Church (https://archive.org/details/FatherHesse/Fr.+Hesse+-+The+Proof+of+God+and+His+One+True+Church+(Remastered).mp3).
This poem then ends with a praise of the Holy Trinity, tying It to the Oneness of God brought up in the previous two lines. I attempted to demonstrate the distinctness of each Person of the Trinity in these three lines; perhaps I may have erred in making the association of the Father with the creation of all things as strong as it is, as if to push aside the involvement of the Son and the Holy Ghost in the Creation. I did not mean for such an interpretation, I just wished to be general here as to attempt to highlight the truth that each of the Three Persons are distinct yet make up a society of One God. I used terza rima here, as it is said that Dante invented this style to honor the Blessed Trinity. It is both a tribute to the Holy Trinity but also, in a lesser way, to the Catholic genius of Dante Alighieri.