Panagiota Romios Poet I do not know?

The Bells of Saint Mary's

~Bells of Saint Mary's~

Oh, the joy of being young!
When those phenomenal bells
so joyfully rung!
And I, in patent leather Mary
Janes,
Ate Tootsie Rolls as if in a now
forgotten dream.
Staring at the mosaic, stunning
tall window panes.

How we loved playing games so
divinely innocent!
But now, by His Majesty, 
"Political Correctness",
To the bin of "Forbidden" have
all been sent.

Do I think the world is better
today?
Not from me, will you ever hear
a boisterous, "Hurray!"
Most joyfully we buried God and 
His commands.
Instead, we fall on our knees to 
adore sparrows and men?

We cheer for all manner of
witchcraft!
As to how to live, besieged 
online like moral sieves.
Not realizing it is we destroying
this world, with godless incantations.


This demon's footprints show
up in our poetry, alas!
When we adore the most foolish
things.
As for us, no time for the Creator
do we have.
And in our Poetry, we are careful
of His name, not to sing.

Some do not know this world
has an end date, just as we.
They think there is no Judgement
Day coming!
So they worry about things they
cannot control!
When it is  their very soul at stake.

We are free spirits who deride
any God connection,
Most don't want it, as they 
made themselves gods.
The mirror and their works,
their morality, is never in
question.
They have with pomposity 
Hung God out to dry.
And honor only a moon and the
twinkling sky?

I'd love to hear the Bells of 
Saint Mary's again.
When God s words were valued
far more.
Than those that come from my 
mere mortal poet's pen!

August 24, 2019

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Robert Lindley August 24, 2019 at 5:24 PM Wondrously beautiful message and truth in this exceptionally deep and inspiring poetry... Alas! Today this world too, too oft denies true poetic verse, written a did the golden poets of old. Much the pity, as the great golden foundation they set is the one that must be maintained. Your new poem awes this old poet.. A fav.. a shining, true gem.. Panagiota Romios August 24, 2019 at 5:37 PM Robert, so honored by your words. I do hope I improve in my writing.i agree on true poetic verse. My young man, stop calling yourself old. Many here are going through physical hassles yet produce great pieces. Our souls remain eternally young and lovely. You are one who has one. Respectfully, Panagiota