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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.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Rothschild's a banker, 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!

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

I just hit the "I liked it" button! It's really great most especially the last part!

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.

 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."

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

O Prisoner of Love

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.