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Offline Pax Vobis

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« Reply #90 on: August 12, 2016, 05:56:11 PM »
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  • Roses are red,
    violets are blue,
    I hate the novus ordo,
    and so should you.

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    « Reply #91 on: August 13, 2016, 03:04:29 PM »
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  • 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:

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    In Anticipation of the Amazonian Synod
    « Reply #92 on: August 27, 2019, 09:48:20 PM »
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  • 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
    Non enim omnes qui ex Israel sunt, ii sunt Israelitae (Roman 9:6)

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    Re: User Poems
    « Reply #93 on: June 12, 2020, 06:55:33 AM »
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  • 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.


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