Best Altar Boy Poems

"Drip, drip" said the mildew-stained stone cellar walls of St. Peter's cathedral,
Where a goblet of wine dripped into a priest dressed in robes violet and...

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His name it's Johnny Rebel
You may have heard it said
That Angels weep
In their pious sleep
At the foot of Johnnies bed

Don't you lay with him girl
Just...

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Baby Boy Altar Boy Golden Boy
Lazy Boy Fat Boy Doughboy

Star Boy Car Boy Hardy-har-har-Boy
Bell Boy Bus Boy Bar Boy Cigar Boy

Noodle Boy Poodle Boy Strudel...

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I put my lips to his cheek 
Reminded me of winter time, not ice cold
Without warmth yes, but with texture
hard to the touch like a...

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My first-ever, worst-ever crush who made me blush was an altar boy
Golden blonde hair and a face so fair graced the frame of my altar...

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that...

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Kenneth Standish
1912-1919

We lived on Newlin Street in a gray house,
Across from the Catholic church, St. Mary’s.
I loved going to the Mass every morning,
Which I did...

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Sitting amid her theatre many years ago now; three children their brothers....
This common thread and ushering in, a themeful tune; tubular bells ? Autumnal's
Winds rustling...

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Forgive me Father, I don't go to church anymore
perhaps if I'd been a altar boy but we moved before
I knew the Latin lines and mom...

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he came to us on a woven beaded hamoc as a flower bedded excursion taunt to the sun
there was a man among men who would...

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The Holy Cross Church with its neo-Gothic facade was too beauteous and too rare,
so clustered among the aristocratic neat palaces,
choked by the shadows of less...

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Roaming the village with black
beautiful girl tucked in arms
was Johnny the village god

Adored by older boys with
the world under his sure feet
As he stepped on...

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that...

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Lie to men, but not to God,
I'm sorry for those I'll hurt,
For this is what I must write,
I'm not writing because I'm holier than thou,
Neither...

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God

touch the flame God is a consuming fire let me explain
a radiant night couples run to the pier for a chance to splash but then
frozen...

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