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Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on September 27, 2007, 07:24:14 PM

Users can post their poems here! All skill levels welcome!
Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on September 27, 2007, 07:24:37 PM
Mary Most Holy, Mother Most Sweet
may the angels in heaven sing thy praise
while down below, on bended knee
thy children turn upward their loving gaze

Hail Queen of Heaven, Mystical Rose
mercifully for us thy Son's pardon obtain
so that we may, together with thee
rejoice forever in His glorious reign

Refuge of Sinners, Fountain of Love
may thy light from the heavens brightly shine
hiding my sins from thy Son's eyes
so one day heaven, thy home, may be mine!

-Dulcamara
Title: User Poems
Post by: Matthew on September 27, 2007, 09:55:09 PM
I know I've written some silly poetry and lyrics in my day, but I've written some serious poetry too.

Behold:

(To the tune of "Saviour of the Nations, Come")

Here we strive against the world
as we seek the priceless pearl
Our true happiness we seek
in this foreign land so bleak

Sin has caused so much decay
Help us find the Catholic way
Give us strength the truth to teach
and unending joy to reach

For the greatest war is now:
Satan gathers all his pow'r
Yet the saints will vanquish him
With God's power given them

Dominic was chosen well,
to save wand'ring sheep from hell
Mary filled his greatest need:
Crucifix and sixty beads.

Television, Satan's tool
To impose infernal rule:
Christendom is now no more,
God's own law most men deplore.

As men chase their own desires
Making worse their carnal fires
Steeped in sin with none confess'd
Thus depriving them of rest.

Sin does lead to countless woes
Man shall reap what e'er he sows
God allows their misery
That they might find need of Him.

The world sinking day by day,
difficult to find our way!
Catholic we must remain,
Christ the Lord will never change.

Persecution rages on,
But united with God's Son:
Offered up at every Mass,
Our salvation comes to pass.

Most have gone from the true path,
Save us from Thy coming wrath:
Let us stand victoriously,
Safe with Thee, eternally!

Why have all the gentiles raged?
For in Christ they can be saved:
They were cruelly deceived
by the devil they believed.

Age of Mary, age of grace
In the twilight of our race:
Now is when we need thy saints!
To win back the world in chains

Age of Mary, glorious age
as we watch the devils rage:
fruitlessly against the Church,
founded by the endless Word.

Age of Mary, age divine
Set before the end of Time:
God's own plan will now proceed,
all was planned and well forseen.

Age of Mary, age of Saints
When God's chosen, filled with grace,
go about to win Him souls
Smashing all of Satan's goals

Age of Mary, light of dawn,
with the darkness finally gone:
Giving hope to faithful men,
That God's mercy never ends.

Age of Mary, long foretold
By His faithful saints of old:
That the devil's one last stand
Will bring forth the saints most grand.

Age of Mary, soon to come,
When the devil thinks he won,
Just in time he'll be set back:
Reeling from the Lord's attack!

For the devil filled with pride
Dreads the Woman at God's side
For though human, she excels
The angelic prince of Hell

Spotless Mother of Our Lord
Grant us wisdom we implore:
Patience, and humility,
valor, grace and purity.

God the Father, mighty King,
All creation is for Thee:
Lord, destroy the errors rife
That all men might find true Life.

God the Son, God's Love unfurled,
Who taught us to fight the world,
Help us die to self with Thee,
save our souls, and thus be free.

Holy Spirit, God's own Love,
Leading souls to heav'n above:
Grant us fulness of Thy gifts
That in Christ we all may live.

God the Father, King above
With Thy Son who died of love,
and Thy Spirit highly blessed,
Grant to us eternal rest. Amen.
Title: User Poems
Post by: Matthew on September 27, 2007, 09:59:03 PM
Here is the MIDI, if you're not familiar with "Saviour of the Nations, Come (http://www.chantcd.com/lyrics/saviour_nations_come.htm)"

Title: User Poems
Post by: gladius_veritatis on September 28, 2007, 04:13:57 PM
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Rothschild's a båñkêr, and he's also a...

Carrots are orange, lilies are white,
The life of man upon earth is one intense fight...

To call these rhymes poems is a bit of a stretch,
But for the love of G-d, please do not kvetch!
Title: User Poems
Post by: gladius_veritatis on September 28, 2007, 04:20:32 PM
If anyone here has not read Chesterton's poetry, please do.  He is an excellent poet.  His epic Ballad of the White Horse is worth the time - many times over.
Title: User Poems
Post by: JoanScholastica on October 15, 2007, 10:15:44 PM
Title: User Poems
Post by: ronyu02 on December 13, 2007, 11:00:18 AM
For Christmas, a poem about St. Joseph. I forgot who originally wrote this, and couldn't be bothered to check right now, but I know it as a song, and I believe it's originally a poem.

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The Hands That First Held Mary's Child

The hands that first held Mary's Child
Were hard from working wood
From boards they sawed and planed and filed
And splinters they withstood

This day they gripped no tool of steel
They drove no iron nail
But cradled from the head to heel
Our Lord, newborn and frail

When Joseph marveled at the size
Of that small breathing frame
And gazed upon those bright new eyes
And spoke the Infant's name

The angel's voice he once had dreamed
Poured down from heaven's height
And like the host of starts that gleamed
Blessed earth with welcome light

This Child will be Emmanuel
Not God upon the throne
But God-with-us, Emmanuel
As close as blood and bone

The tools which Joseph laid aside
A mob would later lift
And use with anger, fear and pride
To crucify God's gift

Let us, O Lord, not only hold
The Child who's born today
But charged with faith, may we behold
To follow in His way

The tiny form in Joseph's palms
Confirmed what he had heard
And from his heart rose hymns and psalms
For heaven's human Word

This Child will be Emmanuel
Not God upon the throne
But God-with-us, Emmanuel
As close as blood and bone
Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on March 28, 2008, 12:31:01 PM
EDITED: Poem's link removed. See following posts in this thread.


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^

 Okay, this is probably not very good, but it's something I wrote last night. It's a very blunt poem about a very bad end to a life that the world would call "good" ... and the mistake of thinking "there's always tomorrow" to turn around and change, if we feel like it.

 The poem is called "So You Thought" and you can find it here, on this page which does not belong to me (so no, I can't fix the annoying ads that mess up the poem's form for the first two paragraphs.)

Oh, and if you DO like it, please help me out by clicking the "I like it" link at the end of it, so that hopefully, some day, someone else may actually read it. lol
Title: User Poems
Post by: JoanScholastica on March 28, 2008, 06:03:50 PM
I just hit the "I liked it" button! It's really great most especially the last part!

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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.

Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on March 28, 2008, 06:53:35 PM
Quote from: MaterDominici
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:


To make a long and complicated story short, there is, if lots of people see it. I will get half of the money earned by the annoying (and probably really bad) ads. And probably the more pages it ends up on, the more annoying ads I get paid for.

But if I can do several really decent pieces (eg, if I can get people to be interested in my work on an ongoing basis), then I'll probably just make my own site, put much less annoying ads on it, and then I'll get all of the cash.

 :dancing-banana:

 Unfortunately, the trouble is not being known. So I'm hoping that even if I don't make squat doing this, that I can at least get noticed. From there I can start thinking about better pay.

 I guess right now my writing career is in the "humiliating beginnings" stage.

 Oh, my apologies to anyone who was blinded if the ads are really that bad. I can't see them as a rule, because I use firefox.

 :faint:
Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on March 28, 2008, 06:55:28 PM

 Oh, and thanks to everybody who liked it. ^,^

 I really wasn't sure what people would think. It's so... blunt, I guess. But I wanted to do something that "tells it like it is."
Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on March 30, 2008, 01:23:38 PM
 I just took that poem out of circulation, because I saw some of the ads that were coming up on that page. I probably won't be able to share that poem anymore, but I hope to get a site together where I can post some of my writing without the vile ads.

-Edit- You can now find it here:
So You Thought (http://ayatsuriningyo.googlepages.com/soyouthought)

I think I revised that one actually...
Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on March 30, 2008, 04:29:54 PM

 But on the upside, you can read my next poem on a much cleaner page of my own, right here:

O Prisoner of Love (http://ayatsuriningyo.googlepages.com/oprisoneroflove)
Title: User Poems
Post by: Dulcamara on May 11, 2008, 07:45:27 PM
"Pray for Me"

The day that I'm no longer there
I won't ask you not to care
but there some things I don't want
for you to do when I am gone

Don't throw a party in my name
don't cry too long cause it's in vain
don't wish that I would come right back
there's more to life than only that

Don't say that I have gone to heav'n
because I may not be there yet
and if on earth you'd help me out
then pray for me and don't forget

Don't leave me gifts upon my grave
don't hate the One that made me leave
I'd trade one Ave for each rose
I can use that more than those

Don't say my life came to an end
don't be ashamed to move along
but if you loved me here, my friends
oh, won't you help me when I'm gone?

Don't pretend I was never there
because I'm still alive somewhere
but please don't hang me on your wall
if you won't pray for me at all

So if you care for me my friends
then please don't let your praying end
cause even if I'm in heaven now
someone else could use them anyhow

I've got a heavy debt to pay
have you any water for my grave?
and if you can't visit my bones
please pray for me right from your homes

and if you'd visit me on earth
remember me for what it's worth
cause I may be suffering till I pay
so, please don't leave me alone that way

So don't go on in misery
And don't lament what couldn't be
because in heav'n I hope we'll meet
but until then, just pray for me

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Post by: JoanScholastica on May 12, 2008, 02:04:42 AM
Gosh... I almost died on that adorable poem! Every bit of phrase was sooo meaningful that I can't pick out which one's my favorite line! Thanks for sharing... It's very link to me since I got a neighbor who just passed away. We'll be offering Mass for his eternal repose soon when the visiting priest arrives this Saturday.

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Post by: Dulcamara on May 12, 2008, 09:46:44 AM
My personal favorite was the part, "I'd trade an Ave for each rose, I can use that more than those"

This poem was a little inspired by the good amount of time I've been spending in a graveyard, visiting the graves of my father (who died last year) and aunt (his sister, who died not too long after him). I am always seeing people leaving flowers, statues, and all kinds of worldly items on the graves. Now I can see religious items, because they remind visitors of that other life, and to pray for these souls. And I can even see the flowers in a way, though ultimately, whether artificial or real, they're expensive as can be, and will often end up under the groundskeepers' lawn mowers (you try getting a ride-on mower between each grave!).But dog and cat statues, Bears and Packers gear, the deceased person's shoes, "gone fishin'" signs, and what I unaffectionately call "gypsy globes" ... those odd glass "gazing balls" people put on stands in their yards... do not help the soul in any way whatever. Rather, it carries on the ridiculousness of materialism where it has absolutely no place.

The ancient Egyptians used to bury their kings and nobles with statues of false gods, a store of food, other gifts and even their living slaves. As one who casually follows the archaeology news, I heard of a (viking?) grave that was dug up, where a woman had been buried with her kitchen utensils. Other religions offer food at the graves. These are pagan practices, which means they are not good.

Granted, Catholics leave flowers, I'm sure. And as I said, there is many a cross and an angel in that field of bones. Flowers... well, they are beautiful, and make the 'monument' of the loved one more beautiful, but... if you want to be technical, it doesn't help the person. And believe me, I can say almost with certainty, that whatever you pay for real flowers, you could probably... almost definitely had a mass said for the person's soul instead.

Gravestones are almost another matter. You can put a message on a headstone, asking prayers for the person. You can't really fit a message on a "budget" headstone. People used to write on the stone how the person died, and who they left behind... some declaring "wife and mother" or "husband and father." This means you could even know that there are relatives to pray for. Other stones once carried inscriptions along these lines. "Where you are now, I once was, and where I am now, you once will be." ... not exactly the same effect as "gone fishin'" or "Go Packers!" is it?

I dropped something like $32, I think, on two big and four smaller ARTIFICIAL roses, for the purpose of marking my father's grave before his headstone came in. Sadly, we could not afford a nice one with any kind of inscription. The quality of the flowers was NOT that great, and before long, it was run over by the lawnmower, not once, but several times, until it was just the flowers sticking out of the naked earth (no vase), and finally THOSE got run over. I'm not upset, as I can sympathize here with the man who mows the lawns. Contrary to our hurt feelings and sore pocketbooks, it really is unreasonable to ask the groundskeepers to stop every foot or so, carefully remove the decorations covering most graves, mow, and then carefully replace them. I would rather have had the mass said, in retrospect, but for the fact that there was no other way to remember at first where he was, while we were yet unfamiliar with the layout of the place or the natural landmarks. It is really very sad to see these souls showered with worldly gifts that do them no good, knowing how few of them are getting prayers (and we can be sure it's few, as even many Novus Catholics no longer believe in purgatory.)

And of course, think of the sadness of the poor souls, not only to see some of their good friends in error and danger of loosing their own souls, but also for the fact that those who declared themselves regularly to be their dearest friends on earth, and who claimed they would do anything at all for them, day or night... will not so much as 'humor them' now, by saying so much as "God have mercy on them" just in case.

The way many "Christians" deal with death these days is just bizarre and downright unnatural (like throwing a party and pretending to be happy about it). Other people go the other way and fall into bitter despair. And then there are those like my father's "neighbor" two graves over, which, every time I visit almost, has something more put on it... starting with a tiny picture on a stick, it now has a gravestone with a full color photo on it, many bouquets of real flowers (which must have cost hundreds by themselves), a great stone bench for sitting on, I think a second picture, a strange red dome-like thing that they use to cover the photo on the headstone, a 14 or 16 in Seraphim Classics angel... which to be sure had a three digit price tag... other statues besides, and most recently, three or four very large red stone brick formations, placed around the headstone no doubt to keep the lawn mower at bay. I almost expect one day in the future to look and see a full fledged building erected in the young man's honor.

But I think many a soul, if they could, would sign their names to these words!
Title: User Poems
Post by: Alex on June 02, 2008, 03:17:14 PM
Very moving poem. Thank you for posting it.
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Post by: Alex on June 02, 2008, 03:19:09 PM
Sorry to hear about your father (and aunt). I shall pray for them.
Title: User Poems
Post by: spouse of Jesus on August 23, 2009, 06:09:24 AM
It...
Simply beggins with a nursery rhyme
With a motherly lullaby in your sleepy times
With a colorfull image book full of childish handwrittings.
Now the whole world is in it's unrest..

It was just a sweet kiss from a cartoony scorcerer on the s cheeks of a
darling babe,
that wellcomed her to a life of incontinence
It was just snow white that scarlet little mermaid..

 Today they flee from the school, tomorrow they will leave the church, to prefer a heresiarch to their mother and ʀɛʋօʟutιօn to heavenly peace...

 A little seed of naughyness in their hearts waits for it's due time to set the whole nations on a woe.
Just to send it to hell to sing forever:

Happy are those whose cradle is sancutary of their prayers.
 Happy those Who bestow their toothless smiles and kisses to a man asleep on the gibbet.
Happy indeed are they because they take their first steps in your nave.
They beggin walking in your aisle.
They end in entering to your altar.
Just to be canonized 100 years later as the patron Saints
of....
.
.
.
.
The perpetually innocent.    
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Post by: spouse of Jesus on January 13, 2010, 12:59:33 AM
  Translated from persian. Perhaps 800 year-old.

a desert man's leg was beaten by a dog,
he was so much in pain and cried aloud,
with so much pain, he returned to his tent,
and in his tent there was a little girl,
The child was puzzled and asked:
"Couldn't you too bite him in return?"
the man tried to laugh amid so much pain
and said:" My dear little girl,
I could bite the dog if I wanted so
, but a man should never behave like dog."

a nursling baby began to grow teeth,
his father was in anguish and so much worry,
"soon he will ask for bread and we have none to give."
"we are poor ourselves and don't have enough of it."
His wife smiled at him and answered in this way:
"don't worry yourself so much in vain"
"because He who gives teeth to a man, gives him the bread"
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Post by: Man of the West on July 28, 2011, 12:38:51 AM
So Stands the Tree

Hard up through the Cloven Stone a lonely Tree did spring
His Tempest-twisted Branches groan, his Roots to rubble cling
No Will of Wood did his surpass, no strength of Bough could best
The might with which he’d heaved in Half his first and Fateful Test
The sundered Stone through which he’d grown had seared a vicious twist
His Limbs were wrought by walls of Stone that Sunlight never kissed
The broken Boulder warped his pose, his Crown not Fair and Free
Like Leaflets through the Olden snows o’ Ground, so grew the Tree

But this was not to be an End, though Fate had bent his Bole
The ‘Love of Fate’ that Nietzsche preached was this Tree’s very Soul
Though cold of Heart, he made his start, and caught what Light he could
He reveled in the ‘would’ of Will, and showed the Will of Wood
As day by day the Rock did give, the Wrath of Fate he broke
The Destiny that Green things live no Scandalon can choke
For freer now he spread his Shade, and fairer grew his Glee
Twisted still, but tough and staid, so better grew the Tree

But bitter Winds now shook his Limbs, and blew him evil thoughts
“The other Trees have lives of ease, and you have gnarled Knots”
“You struggle for each breath of Air. Your friends are High and Hale”
“So why consent to be this bent? Wither, thee, and Fail!”
“Never”, spoke the tree at last. “I’ll not give up my Crown”
“The Will of Wood to Hope shall fast. I’ll have this Mountain down!”
The bitter Wind grew foul and grinned, and whispered hauntingly
“Twas said of Old that ‘As the Twig is bent, so grows the Tree’”

They struggle to this very day, though now the Tide is turned
When Skyward Hope bends Bough to grope, the Winds of Wrath are spurned
The Testing Stone beneath his Roots is now a wholesome Loam
Abundantly he bears his Fruits—this Tree has found his Home
He’s shed the Bark that once was dark, his face is now his own
His past with haste hath Time erased, his torture far outgrown
High and Hale his Limbs now Soar, His Crown is Fair and Free
A hymn to Hope forevermore—and sound—so stands the Tree
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Post by: Jim on September 02, 2011, 09:00:56 PM
Here is a poem I wrote in Spanish almost three years ago:


Mi Familia

Mi familia está muerta y viva
Algunos están en el cielo
con Dios arriba
también muchas se entierran en el suelo

Mis memorias de mi familia son como una joya pulida
El tiempo que teníamos es riqueza escondida
Dios nos dio memorias como rosas durante el invierno
¿Cuántos han olvidado esto en el mundo moderno?

Porqué no los amamos cuando están aquí con nosotros
pero luego lloramos cuando vemos las fotos
No pasé tiempo con ellos aunque tenía la oportunidad
en el contrario perdí el tiempo en la ciudad

La familia es un gran regalo
es un santuario en un mundo malo
No podemos escoger nuestra familia, es un regalo de Diós
Solamente quiero decirles “adios.”
Title: User Poems
Post by: s2srea on September 08, 2011, 04:44:43 PM
This is my first ever poem. Hope you enjoy!



I am a lover of God and His Church
A lover of His doctrine
I fail striving for His way
I hope in thee my Lord

I am a lover of God and His Mother
Unworthy of her prayers
Enamour’d by her way
I love thee, perfect Lady

I am a leader to my wife
In love with her femininity
We are Christ and Church
The authors of, valid, latter-day saints

I am a lover of God and His Church
A lover of God and His Church
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Post by: Graham on September 08, 2011, 06:19:51 PM
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This is my first ever poem. Hope you enjoy!


Did your recent sorrows inspire this? I’d like to offer some more or less disjointed thoughts.

It’s a nice statement of faith and has its moments. Overall, though, the audience gets the impression that you’re trying to convince yourself. Needless to say, as traditional Catholics we don’t believe that art is all about ‘self-expression’, we believe it’s about bodying forth the Good, the Beautiful, the True. Nevertheless there must be authenticity, or truth-to-self. Sorrow for sins is a truly big subject, and I think the best moments of the poem are in fact the lines where you address it (“I fail striving for his way … Unworthy of her prayers”) rather than try to suppress it with positive statements.

I’ve been told that the first principle of good poetry is “show, don’t tell”. To put it another way, you should use imagery and metaphor, and describe obliquely, more often than you state forthrightly.

Now, I found parts of your ‘overwhelmed’ post to be genuinely moving, but I’m not moved much by this poem. The explanation for the difference, I suspect, is that you’re more comfortable with prose, and so the sudden formality demanded by poetry caused you to stiffen up. Might I suggest a method to help with this? Try first writing something in prose, just as it occurs to you and without over-thinking or editing it, and then taking the best parts of that basic material and drawing them into a poem.

I hope you find these comments helpful, even if you weren't looking for criticism.

Here's a poem I wrote a couple years ago, but touched up just now. Thoughts are welcome:

The roots of the Chinese bellflower
unearthed, scraggled, cracked, yellow,
and long as a madman’s beard,
are worked through with dirt.
 
The leaves of the Chinese bellflower,
lime with edges sawlike,
secrete juices,
reagents for potions and evil alchemical stews.
They curl inward at the end,
like the shoes of an imp.

Down-turned, sad and lissome sink
the flowers of the Chinese bellflower.
Like tissue-paper lamps, a bit
like bells that briefly ring
in the time between midnight and morning.

Title: User Poems
Post by: s2srea on September 08, 2011, 06:50:18 PM
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).

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Post by: Graham on September 08, 2011, 07:27:35 PM
Quote from: s2srea
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:


That's kind of you.

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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.


As beginners, we usually have to spend time on practice. Later on when we've internalised the practice we can write things more quickly. I hope the method works for you.

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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).


Well, I think the rule of thumb is just to show more often than you tell. But I also think it can do injury to the poem to be fully aware of what you mean by it. That typically requires you to narrow it down artificially.
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Post by: s2srea on September 12, 2011, 04:10:36 PM
The fingers of many roll the beads of the long chaplet along.
On any day, at any time, She can see.
Her faithful, unknowingly recite it together, by  reciting apart;
They are uniformed to each other, more so than the grandest orchestra or band.
United in time and prayer without even knowing it; only the physical separates them.
But space is nothing, in the majesty of what it is they lift their minds to.
It is thought, amongst themselves, that intentions are unique;
But they might realize that they are much more similar than they are apart.
Unknowningly, they become siblings in faith.
Come brothers, battling for, and praying to, the Throne of Wisdom.
We becoming the fighting, through hide ourselves away from this  world,
Separate our minds from rolling fingers; let us find refuge in her.
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Post by: Vladimir on July 30, 2012, 09:09:51 PM
After several attempts at poetry in various languages that resulted in, to be nice, nothing more than maudlin garbage, I think finally after further practice and study of the poetry of the old masters, I have managed to turn out a few poems of some little competence.

Here is one that doesn't suffer too much in translation:

"Under the waning moon, the empty mountain is silent.
Lonely clouds vanish into utter darkness.
Somewhere rises up the sound of a zither
summoning with it an ancient melancholy.
Ten-thousand sorrows are born."

(translated from the Chinese)

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Post by: Viva Cristo Rey on July 31, 2012, 05:06:55 AM
To  live with the Saints in Heaven is all bliss and glory
to live with the saints on Earth is just another story...

---αnσnymσus  


I don't know who compose this (not me) but I like it.  :dancing-banana:
 
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Post by: 1st Mansion Tenant on October 17, 2012, 03:22:26 PM
After studying the life of the Little Flower, I was very humbled by her faith and sanctity. I was saddened by the doubt that I would never achieve such humility and  great faith anywhere near the level she embodied. I wrote the following little poem, and later found a quote where she said it would make her happy if poems were written to her someday, since they would serve to glorify God.


A Blade of Grass
(in honor of St. Therese)

If I can't be a flower
Then I'll be a blade of grass,
To cushion Our Lord's footsteps
Where He is wont to pass.

Others are more worthy
His holy gaze to meet;
So I will be content to
Simply lie beneath his feet.

Not a sticker nor a thorn,
(There are enough of those.)
Let me be a blade of grass
If I can not be a Rose.


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Post by: michaela benedicta on December 13, 2012, 09:00:02 PM
 :dancing:

Yay! I am so happy that this thread is here!
Here is a little poem that I wrote while I was converting:

"Holy Hour"

Resting my hands on the cool marble
I tremble, for I am very near
The altar of my Lord.
I have never been this close before..
As my eyes drink in the splendour,
I kneel.
The sanctuary lamp, with its comforting flickering
Stained glass windows, that display the sun's last rays
In a brilliant kaleidoscope of light
In the hush of the church,
I am alone,
Save for my Lord
Who is reading my heart
And listening to my prayers.
The soft, red carpet under my knees,
The towering altar before me
Leaves me breathless and longing
For the day when I can fully Communicate
With my Redeemer.
No longer a bystander--
A stranger peering through the window,
But another unworthy servant
Receiving undying love
And soul-filling nourishment.        

    June 8th, 2003(I wish there was a blushing emoticon!!)
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Post by: Lighthouse on December 14, 2012, 08:47:44 PM
Very well done, Michaela!
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Post by: michaela benedicta on December 14, 2012, 09:33:08 PM
Thank you, Lighthouse!

We need to get more people over to this section to get creative!  :scratchchin:

Love,
michaela +
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Post by: lauraelizabeth on February 08, 2013, 01:54:10 PM
My body is so old, it doesn’t shine at all
and water is eating it alive!
There is still so much left of me
half dead muscles
and thick wilting skin
Why do I still want
milk and bread and meat
even though I’ve seen the tree
and heard the blood pooling at her feet
We could, instead, sit in the wood
our hands dug profoundly in the snow
We are sorry
and the river swells around us
making our bodies hurt more
Drink the wine before the water eats that, too!
I did as you said
a decent daughter has to
I placed my breath onto a cloth
and washed your poor feet
with balmy strokes
We admired the sky
missing, all the while,
the calf eating a patch of grass beside us


 :scared2:  hahaha. eep!
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Post by: St John Burke on February 16, 2013, 07:34:16 AM
Very well done, Lauraelizabeth, the iconography of the washing of the feet and the calf is particularly outstanding.
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Post by: St John Burke on February 16, 2013, 07:56:14 AM
The Holy Rood

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
The hill that concealeth Adam's bones,
And behold the flowers, of hue white and golden
That sprang up at the touch of the Nail's sweet balm.

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
To stand a while, and marvel aloud,
At the cruelty of men, and the love of angels,
Who watched Emmanuel, with agony rapt,
Pleading for the souls of Eve's wretched race.

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
Clothed in sack-cloth and washed in ashes,
Bitter herbs 'pon thy lips, and Palm-fronds in thy hand,
Singing of the Passion and the Harrowing of Hell,
Of the Sun of Righeouness, of the Three and One.

Walkest thou unto that lonely hill,
Beyond the Walls, to see the Holy Rood,
Of crude fashion it is, rough and unyielding,
Whereon the Son of Man wast hung,
And comfort the Maid that weepeth there.

- my own rather poor contribution to this section.

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Post by: AnneCatherine on March 01, 2013, 01:16:47 PM
My son "had" to write a poem for school to "describe his generation," and I think it's good for free verse (even if I weren't his mother).  I'd like to post it when it's copied because it is amazing in the face of being at a public school for the year.

It doesn't look like people come here any more, but I'll put one up that was written by a shy person I know about 30 years ago.  I guess it's "free verse?"


Adoration

Lord enshrined in gold,
Though poverty was once Your plight,
How oft I’ve yearned to rend this Veil
Which hides and yet
Reveals to sight
My Savior.
O, but if that Veil were rent
I would be dissolved and spent;
too weak to see Your Face and live
But for this humble Sacrament!

You once changed water into wine,
Then change my will
To make it Thine
So I may also be a sign;
 That wonders happen still

-Anon
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Post by: AnneCatherine on March 02, 2013, 02:32:32 AM
My son came home with his poem "homework," and said that I could post it.  It's "free verse" and was supposed to be about "his generation." While being his mother helps, I thought it was good for his age and that it took some courage to submit this on his own in public school:

Our Generation
We care little,
We do little,
We think little,
We know little.
We stand betwixt the stars affixed
in the heavens and another place.
Amidst the confines of time and space,
much like those before us.
They stood and thought where
we stand and think about life
Life, what a life, a life which
Endures,
Persists,
Perplexes and
Passes with time.
A time for everything
to live
to die
to fly
to the stars?
The stars that shine.
The stars that shone.
The stars that reside beyond
in the other place,
The place afar,
and yet so close!
A place to which the heavens cannot compare.
We eat,
We drink,
But do we fain to be merry?
For tomorrow death awaits.
So what is this place, and where?
How to get there?
Do we take a giant leap
lest per chance we fall asleep?
A leap of faith.
A leap of trust.
A leap beyond?
We look without.
We look within.
For both therein we find
the answer.
The answer,
the purpose,
the reason,
the wonder,
Our Creator,
Christ the King!
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Post by: MyrnaM on March 02, 2013, 08:28:55 AM
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
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Post by: Memento on March 04, 2013, 06:06:13 PM
Your poem "the Holy Rood" is beautiful, St. John Burke.  A true Lenten poem...

Have you ever heard of Enid M. Dinnis and her book The Anchorhold?  It is a magnificent classic that I think you would appreciate.  It can be found at Tradibooks.com.
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Post by: AnneCatherine on March 08, 2013, 11:30:34 PM
Quote from: MyrnaM
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


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~
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Post by: Neil Obstat on June 26, 2013, 07:27:17 PM
Quote from: AnneCatherine
Quote from: MyrnaM
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


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~



While the thought is sweet and the intention innocent, it seems to me
there might be a theological problem with this.  

We pray in the Our Father, "Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven."  

That is the pure essence of what God wants of us.  There is no prayer more
theologically perfect than the Pater Noster, ----------- IMHO.  

(I know -- that sounds like an oxymoron.)

But to say, Please change my will, like Thou changest water into wine,
change my will and make it thine (small t is correct because it's not a
personal pronoun, but a possessive pronoun: singular, second person
possessive pronoun, archaic, actually, but we like it just the same!) is
in a way a bit presumptuous.  For, if God would change our will into
his own will, then He would be in a sense taking away our own will and
replacing it with his own, lest He would be taking away our personhood
and making us as it were another person of the Blessed Trinity.  Then
one plus one plus one plus one would be three.  That's another problem.

But it's the confusion of the creature with the creator that is at stake
here.  Our will is ours, and God's will is God's.  We are certainly well-
disposed to ask that his will be done (on earth as it is in heaven) but
to say 0BLITERATE MY WILL AND GIVE ME THINE OWN WILL INSTEAD,
is over the top.  

IMHO.

This was the trouble with the Kingdom of the Divine Will psycho-group
with which a close relative of mine got involved and I suspect has
become demonically possessed as a result.  IMHO again.

God's will is most real and God's respect of our own will is likewise most
real.  It is perhaps our most precious possession, inasmuch as it could
be the thing that decides whether we are saved or damned for all
eternity.  Nobody goes to hell if they really don't want to.  Nobody is
deprived of heaven if they desire nothing whatsoever to do with hell.
Everyone who goes to hell does so with their own cooperation and/or
consent.

God's respect of our free will is perhaps the greatest mystery ever.

IMHO again.

What are we, that God would respect our free will?  We are something
like an ant on a dunghill in an uninhabited remote corner of nowhere,
compared to the vastness of the universe, and all the mysteries
thereof, known to us and also yet undiscovered by us.  What is the
comparison?  To Him and to his will, we and our tiny will are none to
compare.  And yet, He respects our free will.  

Now, for us to come along and say, "No, I don't respect my own free
will, even if Thou dost, O Lord, so please take it away and replace it
with thine own will,"  does not recognize the dignity - the everlasting
dignity
- that God bestows on our free will.  

We don't have to understand WHY He does so;  we don't have to
comprehend WHAT He's got 'in mind' with this scheme;  we don't
have any claim on a right to know his reasons for doing this.   All
we need to know is, that God has bestowed an everlasting
dignity
on our puny, miniscule, contemptible, nothingness
free will, and that should be enough for us.  We ought to have the
humility to ACCEPT what God has decided shall be, and not attempt
to get 'under the hood' with our 'cracker-jack toolbox' and attempt
to rebuild the engine that drives the universe.  



It's that big-a-deal!








Our father, Who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy Name.  

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

On earth as it is in heaven.  

Give us this day our daily bread,

And forgive us our trespasses;

As we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

But deliver us from evil.

Amen.  








There is no poem of greater depth and beauty.



IMHO, again.



Pater noster, qui es in coelis,

Sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum,

Fiat voluntas tua,

Sicut in caelo et in terra.  

Panem nostrum quotidianum,

Da nobis hodie.

Et dimitte nobis demita nostra,

Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

Et ne nos inducas in tentationem,

Sed libera nos a malo.

Amen.





In fond memory of Richard Keys Biggs,

Conductor, father and friend of thousands.

RIP.




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Post by: Neil Obstat on June 26, 2013, 11:47:44 PM


Et dimitte nobis debita nostra



... debita, not demita ...  


(The Biggs Pater Noster is probably the finest composition of
the prayer yet seen, outside of Gregorian Chant.   It's polyphony
but has a Chant ambiance to it.  Very special. SATB, and I think
it's also available in TTBB, because Biggs ran a fine men's chorus.
TTBB means Tenor1, Tenor2, Baritone, Bass.)



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Post by: CantareVivace on June 28, 2013, 08:59:50 PM
These Poems are beautiful.

 :applause:
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Post by: DominvsSabaoth on September 02, 2013, 11:12:41 AM
One day i ran through tall tall grass
to go to the age old tridentine mass
Once i arrived, i notice i was decived
because i saw father billy bob blass
put pomo-grape juice in the NO Glass
I was quite pained to see, alas
that there was no gold, not even brass
in that building, not fit for a mass
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Post by: voxxpopulisuxx on September 21, 2013, 12:49:45 AM


The death of a man devoted to God makes a monument of earthen sod.
The death of a corrupt and wicked man hides the paths of ruin
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Post by: Wonderleads on October 15, 2013, 09:24:35 PM
I wrote this tonight:

"A Wish to Wish"


If I had a wish to wish,
I know what it would be:
I wish for all and everyone,
To ponder ‘bout a tree.

A tree is something strange yet true,
As it stretches for the sky,
Inside a seed, a tree once slept,
Then, potential poked and pried.

And from the Earth,
It greeted air, as rain came gushing down,
And to the clouds a trunk did strive,
As roots dug underground.

Now, after many years and years,
Of rain and shine and snow,
Feathers nest inside those branches,
And together they shall grow.

So if I had a wish to wish,
I know what it would be:
I wish for all and everyone,
To see they are a seed.
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Post by: BitDudeX on November 10, 2013, 09:22:52 PM
sweetly divine
tastes like lime
what is and what was
is now gone
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Post by: soulguard on November 11, 2013, 09:36:39 AM
I have never put my hope in any but you
who verily art the holy and true
in tempest you came
amidst the pouring rain
knocking upon my door

what have you to do with me Lord
who in the fields abandoned his sword
I am not worthy of trust
but lodge here you must
for there is no hope but thee

And as the rain poured
his word I adored
the power to reclaim all
and because of my fall
to reclaim honour I called
for him to hand me the sword

he spoke thus to me
it is yours again
with this you will fend
with this your life you'll amend
so I took my shield
went back to the field
and there the demon was slain.

-SoulGuard 1st attempt at poem
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Post by: Joe on December 19, 2013, 11:10:32 AM
          wind in the cedars
    sitting around the campfire
          a feeling of peace

          sitting in the cube
    surrounded by a sea of blue
          peace is far away
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Post by: DominvsSabaoth on December 26, 2013, 03:16:15 PM


Haiku about the Eucharist

I shall eat Christ's flesh
 it shall Nourish my spirit:
he triumphs forever


Haiku about God's love

infinite love of God
poured out upon us
man neglects it
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Post by: Croix de Fer on December 26, 2013, 09:02:28 PM
A Species from the Rooftops of Jerusalem

A swish from above is heard,
an inertia from your peripheral,
a tapping on your havens top.
Behold the abominable and wicked.

Illusive consensus.
Sinister shadow in flight,
what deeds do you sow in attics?

Foe of the Paraclete,
parrot of the ѕуηαgσgυє,
whose shoulder do you sit?

Oh black vector,
your Sender is unknown.
Does he manipulate history, time and space?

(copyright JB)
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Post by: s2srea on January 08, 2014, 09:51:11 PM
Not a religious poem, but a stab at one none the less.

Langue d' Levant

Yours was the obscure tongue of my youth.
Paternally familiar,
Though narrowly so.
And like my father’s mother,
I’ve never truly known you.
Was it despite you?

How easily am I filled with sentimentality,
When the air slowly brings to my senses
Your gnarled but beautiful melody.

And though I am 10,000 miles from my youth,
I am in a familiar place.
A strange woman,singing your song.
Her delivery, exquisite; Mannerisms, present.

I am filled with grandmothers house.
The kitchen table, cigarette-smoke filled air.
Backgammon and the yelling,
Which wasn’t really yelling I later learned.

Teta. Jeddo.
All gone.
I can say and believe I am proud of you.
But I am defeated.
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Post by: soulguard on January 22, 2014, 01:43:41 PM
One day the lord sent me a sign
And showed me a thing that was to be mine

One day the lord came to me
and told me of things that were to be

One day the lord told me with love
and showed me a spirit like to a dove

One day the lord said I'd be His
and told me to work with what is

I said in reply
Lord but who am I
A lowly event of the darkened soils worth
A snail on a plant
A worm on a tree
A sinner a sloth who never shall be

A silence descended
in which the soul spoke
and told me a truth
after which i awoke
for when life is ended
as with a pens stroke
I'll count you among
the blessed folk

I prayed and I cried
and wished that i died
for paradise seemed so far
but resolved for the test
to work with the rest
for the church and people who are
HIS
 :cool:
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Post by: soulguard on January 22, 2014, 01:52:02 PM
3rd poem
1st attempt at meditation provoking poem:


The slush of the wave
The howl of the wind
The darkness and cold as one

The thoughts of a vice
The cross on the chain
Contradiction!

The terrible iniquity between the rise and the fall
How one is desired while the other is sought
If any man is willing let him take my vice
And leave me with the void
in which shines only the sun
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Post by: soulguard on January 22, 2014, 02:10:55 PM
I see before me two ways
while a choir sings with a haunting harmony
One leads to a road with infinite choices
all of which are for indulgence
a million short roads
once traversed
always despised

the other road leads to the clouds
and requires me to rise above myself

Which one shall I chose
for the million roads surround me
or will i close my eyes to the choice
and seek the road within?

In this lies transcendence.
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Post by: soulguard on January 25, 2014, 10:33:44 AM
What do people think of my poems?
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Post by: shin on January 25, 2014, 03:14:45 PM
Hmm. I think the third one is the best.  :smile:

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Post by: s2srea on April 02, 2014, 06:23:59 PM
Oh Most Blessed Virgin,
Star of David, Morning Star,
Hear the Cry of your People,
And be thou not too far.

He saw most fit once before,
That your presence would announce,
The coming of Our Savoir,
And His Sorrow in the Mount.

Come once again Mother most pure,
Star of the morning’s first light,
That your people's suffering,
May soon cease upon your sight.

Not Our Lords name used in vain,
Nor self-righteous pharisees,
Will peace bring the Church once more,
Like your sweet image with our King.
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Post by: 1st Mansion Tenant on April 04, 2014, 02:23:42 AM
Quote from: soulguard
What do people think of my poems?


I liked the first one
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Post by: soulguard on April 04, 2014, 11:11:39 AM
Just for 1st mansion tenant here is a spur of the moment poem by SG.

:)

( Song for the Blessed Sacrament)

"Proudly standing
crowned with glory
mystic seems thy holy light

In the ether
by your glory
we will praise thy holy might

Never failing
to hold the scepter
great is thy holy way

We beseech thee
from thy heart
send to us a holy ray

Stand forever
crowned with glory
legions praise thee without fail

Life eternal
by your glory
such is your church's tale

Always with
a strong command
as was in all time before

Gather thy people
as justice demands
holy church do thou restore

 :cool:
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Post by: johnb104 on May 08, 2014, 10:13:24 AM
Gates of Hell
Shall not prevail, no
Not a sede

 :jumping2:
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Post by: OldMerry on July 12, 2014, 09:13:46 PM
A Priest's Offertory

Had I a whiter host to give
In snowier garments wouldst Thou live.
Thine were a chalice rich and old
Had I a better thing than gold.
Thy wine-press would know the sweet
Warm treading of an angel's feet.
Thy wheatfields were grown afar
In the soft meadowland of – star!
If priceless linen could I buy
Upon such linen wouldst Thou lie;
Something more virginal than bees
Would spin Thee purer lights than these.
I'd going, borrowing, take a hymn
From the white, born-singing Seraphim.
I'd plunder beauty in the night,
Star-stripping yonder worlds of light,
I'd color-strip each wondrous, rare
High-blooming, low-blooming, radiant there
Refolded flower, firm and fair
In a green-valleyed everywhere.
(Christ's Mother!  Attend this feast.
Gift-load to-day His giftless priest.)


Midnight one night was still,
Heaven was whitening a hill;
Dark floundered in the wave of morn,
Infinite Infancy was born.
Eternal Power sank below,
A frail white miracle of snow.
Eternal Wonder left the skies
And dwindled into two soft eyes,
Child limbs that could not reach,
Child lips that knew no speech
Spoken, - save the murmurings heard
From breathing beast, wind and bird.
The unbeginning God began
To live the long slow hours of man.
His Mother, bending her fair head,
Straw-gathering-she laid His bed.
A whirling star-world came and halted
Above a blown-roofed, low, thatch-vaulted
Cave – Ah! Are we not agreed?
'Twas piteous royalty indeed!
And yet beyond an Infant's sleep
Found He a hiddenness more deep.
Finds it each morning when I stand,
He, in the curved holding of my hand.
Starlight is light but ill,
Star-shadow – darker still;
The lone firefly that wields
His fine blue lantern in the fields
Is far more luminous than Thou
Who hideth Thine endless splendor – how!


The rose more glory has to rate her
Lovelier than the Rose-Creator.
The violet is mantled finer
Than the world's own Flower-Designer,
Hill-Builder and Meadow-Weaver,
Earth-Waker, Cloud-Conceiver.
The blind beggar, kneeling while I pass
Through the sweet words old, told in the Mass,
Sunnier visions light his dreams
Than Thine, dark-locked – in death, it seems.
Covered indeed – and covered how!
Veil-shielded lest perchance I know
Not when the long day is sped:
Ah! Is this Jesus or is it bread?
I, Christ, who brought Thee down,
Must label Thee, to know mine own,
Must light a swinging lamp on high,
Lest all men, turning, pass Thee by.
Thou knowest my voice upon the wine;
Faith knoweth Thee – but no eyes of mine.


Wings fell, swords fell, scabbards fell
Into the yawning throat of Hell;
An Angel host – O Heaven's loss! –
Would not adore Thee on the Cross.
Yet on the Cross when Thou wert lain
Could they not see what love was slain?
Observed they not Thy Godly mien,
How Thou didst welcome death, serene?
How deeper, broader Hell would be
If Lucifer were asked to see
And worship as we worship Thee.                                                                                                                                                                                          

(Ah, when I speak the words that bring
Such helplessness on Heaven's King
Well, little Mass-bell, mightest thou ring.)


Rise manhood, in me rise!
Desire, aspire to sacrifice.
See how His warm blood stains the cup,
Now with Himself lift thyself up.
His paten is a burst of gold,
How much of offering will it hold?
Will it hold youth, - its bloom and glow?
(These wilt Thou garner anyhow.)
Will He take friend and loved one still?
(The weed-strewn graveyard cries – "He will.")
By Thee made, fashioned, let live,
What may I free, untrammeled give?
I give Thee a poor man bearing his load
Along the poor man's bleak highroad;
Now scorned – now pointed at with glee;
"Yon fool wears Christ's mean livery!"


I give Thee an angel? – somewhat less,
Yet wishing an angel's stainlessness,
Hoping Thy sunny love may yield
A lily in a trampled field.
I give Thee unchallenged, full control,
Of what is empire in my soul.
I lead Thee up the palace stair
Of mine own heart – enthrone Thee there!
If but a king forsooth may sing
And be content to be a king;
Unto Thee now, my vows renewed,
I stamp and seal my servitude.
I here proclaim Thy courts are fair;
Charmeth and pleaseth me the air.
I love the whole-souled, full-rolled ring
Of war and front-line soldiering,
Of men who bled – and when they fell –
Did judge the tribes of Israel.
Strip me of buckler, sword and lance,
But Captain – let us both advance!
Keep my poor eyes firm-fixed upon
The altar where God slays His Son.
O Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
I would I had a whiter host!

                        - Leonard Feeney, S.J.
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Post by: Sbyvl on September 30, 2014, 08:39:23 PM
There once was a little German man;
They say he was really out of hand;
And when JP2 croaked,
This Kraut became the new nope!
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Post by: Gregory I on July 09, 2015, 12:33:00 AM
Original Sin.

With what tears and fears
shall I name thee, O nameless?

O child of a single day,
O death, without hope.

You perished at your mother's breast
and descended

as a slave

to the night and misery
devoid of hope.
Title: User Poems
Post by: OABrownson1876 on October 06, 2015, 09:25:44 AM
                    "A Poem for Converted Prostitutes"
                     St. Mary Magdalena, Pray for us

“The distance between hate and love is a line drawn in the sand,
By Jesus, the Master’s hand; a place where hardened sinners smile,
A dry, dusty place where lonely prostitutes weep awhile.    
Where there is shame, there is grace, and the two wed in unison give woman a pretty face.

Whores break in and steal what dead men, like corpses, cannot feel.
Grave robbers dig in the dusty night and lust after what living men crave,
After those lustrous things that separate the knight from the knave.”
Title: User Poems
Post by: ManuelChavez on October 07, 2015, 11:27:28 PM
New Mass, new form of liturgy.
A Catholic/Protestant synergy.
New rite, new springtime for the church,
Has left vocations in a lurch.
The smoke has settled round the world,
The seeds of Vatican II unfurled.
The loss of faith and charity,
And denials of the Trinity.
The Catholic Church, though indefectible,
Would soon be rendered undetectable.
By all the changes man has made,
The kinds that Popes had long forbade.
Please pray and sacrifice for this,
So that our Pope be not remiss.
Pray for his soul and sanity,
To guide all of humanity.
Pray for the bishops and the priests,
Whose hands confect the heavenly feast.
That they not turn against tradition,
The defense of which should be their mission.
We ask Thee, Lord, to set us free
From This modernist mess, to be with Thee,
Forever and ever, world without end. Amen.
Title: User Poems
Post by: ManuelChavez on October 12, 2015, 01:04:13 AM
Hate

I saw the worst of the human heart,
the capacity to hate, disguised as good,
blinding the masses to see evil
as their means of liberation
from the oppressors, real or imagined.
Those images of man, from ages past,
haunting, infecting the mind,
a terminal cancer of the soul,
a fog through which one sees
only darkness,
only doubt,
devoid of love
or empathy
to anyone
but self.
Wrath.
Greed.
Pride.
Envy.
Lust.
Sin.
The death of the soul.
Title: User Poems
Post by: ManuelChavez on November 26, 2015, 01:45:09 PM
Give thanks,
for every good deed and blessing,
regardless of size or value;
from the gift of life from Our Creator,
to the redeeming sacrifice of His Son, Our Lord,
or the sweetest fruits of the Holy Ghost,
that we may know, love and serve,
with all due charity toward our neighbors.
Give thanks for every gift,
and be thankful to be able to give.
In all things give thanks;
for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on November 26, 2015, 09:48:05 PM
I wish to know who I am
I may better become the
soul Heaven intends me
to become and attain to
Glorify Jesus as he wills
I ask,I beg,I truly a sinner
wish for Merciful harmony
to enlighten to where I may
be, and what i should see.
On my own I accomplish
nothing. In Jesus everything.
Into and onward's Heaven
can shine its Magnificence .
How can gratitude ever be
shown to thee. Instead the
energy I have been so richly
blessed with should be shared.
Holiness is in action obeying
the will of God and his words.
Holy Ghost come upon who is
able to accept and give honor
to Heaven. Let them be not be
forgotten and let them be able
to remember. Instill peace and
charity and strength to bear all.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on November 26, 2015, 09:49:25 PM
O Mighty Glorious Lord, We the faithful have not been defeated,
Our light will never go out and thy people with bond and unite.
They shall soon conquer the enemies against us thy children.
We shall soon have leadership with firey zeal from Heaven.
The end of evil will soon be destroyed for its time is running short.
In full measure justice shall be taken upon the wicked .
Holiness will abound and good men shall rise again. Women will
be of virtue soon and the abundant harmony in families shall be.
O Theotokos and Ever Blessed Virgin Mary protect us until we
are able stop the enemies of Christ. O Glorious and Immaculate
Lady in Heaven aid us and bind us all Christians as Jesus wills.
Thou who bore him were closest to him . Let us forget our past sins
and Jesus let thy mother be our mother as well. Let the Angels who
sing before the Holy Throne in Heaven sing in our hearts and souls.
Good Mighty Martyrs for the faith help us to overcome the pains of
the evil doers and help those and heal those who can not do so
them self. Let God arise and his enemies be scattered. Let Jesus
name be sung and ever more be praised without interruption ! Amen.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 02, 2015, 04:01:27 PM
I wish to know who I am
I may better become the
soul Heaven intends me
to become and attain to
Glorify Jesus as he wills
I ask,I beg,I truly a sinner
wish for Merciful harmony
to enlighten to where I may
be, and what i should see.
On my own I accomplish
nothing. In Jesus everything.
Into and onward's Heaven
can shine its Magnificence .
How can gratitude ever be
shown to thee. Instead the
energy I have been so richly
blessed with should be shared.
Holiness is in action obeying
the will of God and his words.
Holy Ghost come upon who is
able to accept and give honor
to Heaven. Let them be not be
forgotten and let them be able
to remember. Instill peace and
charity and strength to bear all.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 02, 2015, 04:02:36 PM
Good day Sunshine O glow for me
I see the sky and clouds move with glee
They move slow and some day fast
I can not stop looking I hope it can last
I know some day it can rain
On those days it is a shame
I hope i not to be inside cause it is a pain
I want to run and not be lame
It is healthy to go outside in summer
I do not like the dark it is a bummer
The inner child is their when i am young
it wants to run and run
Inside my love to live
just wants to have fun.
I never want to stop be alive
i want to go out being my best
and just thrive.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 02, 2015, 04:03:36 PM
Hope is a good thing
it may arise and it may see
Hope can show us the true path
it governs our sense to find out
Hope it brings much to the person
who lost in life things not meant
to stolen and taken away early
Hope it can be like the sun
shining thru the a storm
Hope some time it is like moon
with its calm that seems unseen
Hope It can take out darkness
despair and downtrodden paths
Hope it means that with light
we see what is supposed to seen
Hope we need it many times to
see thru our lonely days
Hope it can be the uplift
when the storms feel like they
may never come to and end
Hope it the most visible sensation
in our life that we may truly accomplish
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 02, 2015, 04:04:38 PM
Youth has energy that many wish to keep
We have it for some time until we are much
older and then we sleep
Yes we can have it in heart and soul
Jesus gives us himself make it our goal
Jumping and running we like as children
When we are adults we do that less
and begin to listen.
Offer thyself and keep busy to Christ,
Keep him on thy mind and hear his advice.
He leads us he compels
For our soul his wish to dwell.
He wants us proper before his
Heavenly Father.
Holy Ghost sanctifies us well
and he is not a bother.
Let holiness be thy daily deed,
Let in shine and keep it neat.
Remember the truth to follow his law,
Recall we follow a good example
for not all beds are made of soft straw.
Our ending of life will one day be hear,
Love without measure and Jesus will steer.
Angels can be our side throughout our life.
Angels assist us when trialed with so
much pain and lots of strife.
Let them help us to get to Heaven,
Paradise awaits the pure we hope
we are gettin.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:36:50 PM
O' come, O 'light of
Heaven into our souls
Let the truth of Jesus
shine and be our goal.
Love today for we know
not if we here tomorrow.
Be alive and so their
will be no sorrow. If
and when my time arrives
let others remember me
and harmony still thrive.
In this O Lord I do
this and pray. That
i can live well this day.

Sweetest and kind tender
Jesus bless all of us this
time of year.  The cold is
about in the north and some
are in need of shelter. Let
none of the innocents be out
side in the cold and let their
be warmth for them. Shine O'
God and have mercy for them.
Holy Ghost purify them and
ease their pain,suffering and
emotional grief. I wish for
these souls to relieved from
the harsh world they now face.
Let none of them perish in sin.
Heaven abundantly give them some
sign of peace before their passing.
In this they have a chance to
know whether they can attain the
grace for salvation to be sorry
and contrite over the sins committed.
Do not send them to damnation without
having some pray for them. Help
please Jesus and let be united to
thee with thy suffering on the cross.
In them they are a part of thy ways
then and will have completed the
lifels journey here on earth.Amen.




Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:38:05 PM
Little Therese inspire me
Little soul help me to glee
Heavenly angel help my heart
Angel Therese never part.
Under Heaven i seek thee now
Under the clouds Therese, Aid me to bow.
Humility i wish and i know i need.
O Therese give from Heaven a flower seed.
Thou wish to give us flowers of thy love.
Thou give peace from the Holy Ghost as a dove.
Oh my Angel who in Heaven i look to,
O my Therese bless upon me thy childhood dreams,
I wish i need i want to have the graces of good
so my soul has comfort from that which is cruel,
Be mine be the love O Therese in my mind,
Be sweet to my pain be sweet when i brood,
All for Jesus thru the my Therese,
Instill love instill it inside.
I know i wish for my Jesus for him i want to please.
Help my endeavors O my Therese.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:39:21 PM
O each day i wish to be
near thee my little Therese
My soul feels complete  
My heart skips a beat when you are near
Inner heavenly grace blesses me with
the inspiring thou give to me my Therese.
I love Jesus more , I obey Jesus better,
I thank thee often since Therese with
thee my soul shall soften.
I embrace with all my being, Therese what
thou did while hear on earth and seeing.
I know its hard with superiors be harsh,
With thee Little Therese i will be small,
I know Therese as I grow i shall be tall,
Grain from Heaven feeds my soul for I
wish to be nourished now and not go far.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:41:02 PM
In my desire my Little
Therese help through
my night,  At times it
hurts at times is a fight,
I feel the pain of those
who wish to keep me away
I know I love God and wish
to speak to him then play,
In thee my Therese i wish to
be that gentle dove,
It is peaceful patient and
kind just like the clouds
up above.
Therese in thee i want to follow
Jesus leads me to him like thee,
Up I need to go but can not some days,
Mother Mary guides me to be,
Having to think like a child can surely pay.
I know that thee my Therese can blossom
a flower of true Heavenly scent.
I need to speak my soul
it wants to repent.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:43:19 PM
Many day and night we pass thru a tunnel
dark and long.
Onward we go to get to the other side.
It feels fun with it when go fast,
It can be a thrill and even a blast.
The tunnel means our inner soul,
To which we nurture with nature
a Heavenly goal.
Soaring thunder across the skies,
Sending needed rain throughout the night,
Healing the land  Healing the soil
Helping the flowers over the heat and its boil,
Cool relieves the Sun and hot summer,
Clouds calm it during day and its not a bummer,
We have fun walking to and fro at the park,
Young love the pond and even the tree bark,
Having the love of family and going outside ,
Lets harmony abound with real love and good pride.
Angels watch over the good often ,
They comfort us when playing so the pain will soften.
One day we shall see the end of a full life,
It arrives at time so our time we must bide.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:44:45 PM
Heaven is healthy in thy eyes it glows
it has peace much yet to decide.
Harmony it golden rainbow and has
much color In it the array of unity
seeks to abound Rain comes and the
sun shines for another In life we live
for others and we live for their sound
We want to be with them for ever Loving
them with our whole being Seeing them
leave and away they float like a feather
Up to Heaven many can go without truly
leaving They watch us they help us in our
sleep They calm us when down then hear no
sound or a peep. With them over us always
being near The love never stopped even now
 also it became clear. I know my loved one
 will wait for me up above I have my time
to live and will be carried by the holy dove.
In my tears the pain subsides the love is
their i wish to cry My heart heals a little
with this in mind Heaven aid me when
weary always with true love inside
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:45:52 PM
Often the desire with the love of our life
We seek to be with them we seek and not to
hide We follow we float we break down and
cry We need them to complete our self
We wish to be around them when we sigh
Often they come searching and Often
they arrive late Instead of us being
happy for that special date We burst
into tears feeling they may of been
lost We get so worried we forget the
cost Many time we are close and many
near It is the union of harmony that
makes it clear We hear the breath upon
us when we hug It heals so fast and we
are not smug They often console and
they kiss Telling us I love you since
we both miss The point of separation at
time is their Not for wanting to go for
we are a pair The return after a period
in time When the journey is done Gives us
a sensation that we are one We want to be
near them when we sleep Not because we are
away or even sad it since we are whole and
wish to reap The closeness in bonding is
much When doing so their is alot to touch.
Title: User Poems
Post by: HiddenServant on December 09, 2015, 01:47:03 PM
History is a reminder for us so we can learn
Helping to guide us so we can yearn
Holding on to the knowledge is oh so well
Heaven gives it so it can dwell.
Pouring out our talent to make things
Properly building to all that can sing.
Pious and loving our Jesus is
Playing is good and praying is better
Pray now and for ever.
Silent time can give us
like the love inside as mist.
It can rise and move as
Jesus wills and insists.
Jovial loving tender heart of fire with
zeal that can take the dry away.
Gathering as the shepherd does
He goes to watch his flock
Visiting the sheep keeping close.
Setting a boundary for those not to get lost
Making them calm not be in storms
or its frost.
Cold bitter waves of winter can be high up
and far north
Cooler and gentler winds in the valley
with the sun that is easier to soar.
Young little tender heavenly children
that seek to search
Graciously blessing its energy to share
where the Holy Dove lands at its perch
Holy Ghost Holy love Holy God
mighty and majestic gather the little ones
Gate them to safety and hide them away
Mount them near the Angels whom
are as bright as the sun
Holy Angels Holy Intercessors Heavenly guides,
Heaven bless us always in strife.
Holy Father Holy Eternal Holy Forever ,
Hail mercy to us the lowly servants now
to thee and to us do not sever. amen.
Title: User Poems
Post by: ManuelChavez on January 17, 2016, 11:13:18 PM
Light

silence.
the light in the ceiling,
shaking, rattling,
60 cycles per second,
droning, flickering;
attractive to bugs
who burn on contact.
tubes of metallic, lifeless light
churning gases
quietly
Title: User Poems
Post by: AnonymousCatholic on February 28, 2016, 09:38:12 PM
"Freedom isn't Real"


"Freedom is the greatest lie,
for we all serve something

For some it's the call of gold
and other pleasures of flesh.

For others it's the call of Christ,
through marriage and holy orders.

As for the rest, they listen to the quiet whisper
of Lucifer in their ear.

Quietly instructing them how to shine
his unholy light upon this world.

He shows them things
not meant to be seen.

And they pass his visions to earth,
corrupting many who have seen.

Freedom isn't real, for don't you see?
Humans always kneels at somethings feet.

The only choice we really have,
is who's feet we are kneeling at."


I thought of this rough draft back in my days at a public school. The idea hit me while my teacher was teaching us about free choice and not judging people. So I share it with you guys in hopes for some constructive criticism and your opinions. Please be honest too, I don't want a bunch of false praise if it sucks.
Title: User Poems
Post by: Peccator Marison on May 30, 2016, 10:59:02 AM
PRAYER BEFORE A BLOODY CRUCIFIX

Jesu gentle, Jesu holy,
Shew Thou mercy unto me,
My poor heart fains love Thee wholly
As Thou hangst upon the Tree.

As from Thy Crown the Blood pours down
Into a crimson sea,
O Amor Meus I have found
Thee -- do not let me from Thee flee!

Vile my flesh and viler still
Steept in all iniquity
Is my proud and stony will
Yearning for all things but Thee.

At thy feet I long to perish
Ere again I woundest Thee
Take me, Father,  for to cherish,
Till in Heav'n I safe shall be.
Title: User Poems
Post by: Peccator Marison on May 30, 2016, 11:20:09 AM
AVE MARIA

Silver-white the Star of Morning,
Tow'r of Gold and Ivory,
Mystic Rose, whose scent adorning
All the Church calls me to thee!

Vessel of a Wine surpassing,
Pale pure Light across the Sea,
Mother Church in blissful Massing,
Ceases ne'er to sing to thee!

Unto thee sweet hymns are raising,
Wretched sinners to the flee,
Midst that glorious fount of praising
Mother, spare one word for me.
Title: User Poems
Post by: Peccator Marison on June 03, 2016, 04:47:38 PM
CHRISTMAS NIGHT

Angel-song, aye, from above
Hast come the God of All,
What gentle wonderment of love,
A Child within a stall!

Angel-song, so sweet and fair,
Bright golden notes and long,
In Bethlem town he resteth, there,
For to set right Man's wrong.

A Sacrifice! This spotless babe,
So pure, so pale, so calm!
The Father's righteous wrath to lave,
Propitiating balm.

Angel-song, surpassing fair,
So crystal-clear and bright,
In straw-pricked darkness, cold and bare,
God hast come down this Night.
Title: User Poems
Post by: happenby on August 11, 2016, 03:50:41 PM
In a Cowboy's Boots

I dream of being a cowboy
Working off the land,
Leaning tired on hitchin' posts
At the long day's end.

Sore from breakin' horses
And brandin' all the cows
After guzzlin' dirty water,
I'd mop my sweaty brow.

The unforgivin' desert heat
Would chisel my raw hide
And toughen me like cactus
To hide my inner side.

I'd clink when I'd go walkin'
Inside saloon or bar.
But I'd slap the jigger upside down
The moment I saw stars.

I'd prolly carry two guns,
One inside each sleeve,
If with poker there were trouble.
After winnin' I would leave.

Upon a dusty bedroll
I'd lay my oily head
And try to count the distant lights
'Fore killers shot me dead.

They'd lay me in the valley.
Tumbleweeds and kindlin'
Would mark my grave out nowhere
For visits from my child'n.

On the wooden cross these words,
"Lord, pray my soul to keep
In constant sorrow for my sins,
Don't let me go down deep."

Some written to Our Lady
Conceived without any sin:
"Sorry that I killed your Son,
May I now come in?"

Oh, I fancy bein' a cowboy,
Brown tobacco cud I'd spit...
But, I was taught to be a lady
So this dreamin' jes' don't fit.
Title: User Poems
Post by: Pax Vobis on August 12, 2016, 05:56:11 PM
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I hate the novus ordo,
and so should you.
Title: User Poems
Post by: happenby on August 13, 2016, 03:04:29 PM
Quote from: Pax Vobis
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I hate the novus ordo,
and so should you.



It cost me my fam
Put my life in a jam
Serves no Lamb
And has potential to damn.

It hides the truth
Promotes the uncouth
Consecrates juice
Being all kinds of loose

Novus Ordo is fake
A lousy remake
Clears pews like a rake
Or a big rattlesnake.

The rubrics are dumb
Making everyone numb
Turns beauty to slum
And the good guy to bum.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate the Novus Ordo
Maybe more than you. :wink:
Title: In Anticipation of the Amazonian Synod
Post by: DecemRationis on August 27, 2019, 09:48:20 PM
When Demas Wouldn’t Leave

             For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this 
             present world . . .
                         St. Paul, 2 Tim. 4:10

How cold the hard harrow, the broken spine,
now that the crooked crosiers cadge the creeping populum,
no need to forsake, but gild the branch and vine,
where the herd’s as good as gold, but the fountains excrementum

Demas went out from us, and the old man hurt, took it hard,
when his ember faded into the furnace of the Lord,
but we have blaze ahead, and they are thick with us as lard,
these wolves disguised as sheep, these investors in the Word
 
O say can he she, by the dawn’s early blight,
How the Amazon fires while the photos are cropped,
How the horns disappear, with their tails out of sight,
Though their mouths are still open from where the corks popped

Demas he left us, but they’re coming apace,
To save them from us and the whole human race,
Where they’ll tinker and tailor with prayers and such 
Before returning to Rome, with their lust unto lust
Title: Re: User Poems
Post by: Nadir on June 12, 2020, 06:55:33 AM
I wasn't sure what to do with this. I just learned that the Australian poet Bruce Dawe died in April at the age of 90. Please pray for his soul.

This is his poem, not mine. I am no poet.

The Wholly Innocent
by Bruce Dawes

I never walked abroad in air
I never saw the sky
Nor knew the sovereign touch of care
Nor looked into an eye.

I never chose, nor gave consent
Nor voted on my fate
Unseen, I came, unseen I went
Too early and too late

This was my life-line trust
As absolute as blood
Now down in the bucket thrust
αnσnymσus as mud

Oh you within whose God-like power
Lies to so decide
Remember me when, some late hour
Talks turn to genocide

For I was part of that doomed race
Whose death-cell was the womb
But who can clear a bloody space
And call it living room

I never had a name or cried
That central cry "I am"
But in a world-wide shambles died
Defenceless as a lamb

Remember me next time you
Rejoice at sun or star
I would have loved to see them too
I never got that far.

May God reward him for speaking out on behalf of his little ones.