Best Ave Poems
Gentle as motherly wind, your sacred place
Children we are embraced by a warm caress
Oh Ave Maria, filled with love around;
Bestowing us gifts of peace through times blessed.
No unfinished trials here, or short mown days
As a guiding hand protects our daily tread,
While we implore the Angelus by heart
Your presence sprays beads of comfort overhead.
Feminine god of mercy, Crown of all souls
Your tender strength abides within, like the night
That imbues a power of wholeness in us;
Collecting our tears with serenity’s delight.
Though worries may crumble under seasons’ rain
Ave Maria, such grace plods hearts to row
By lifting us with a message from your breath,
A whisper that overcomes life’s Lent, we glow!
Debbie's Jesus or Mary For Easter Contest
by nette onclaud
The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar
and everything uncertain.
The night accelerated sounds of anticipation
as a thousand strangers loomed
and I thought him to be a foreigner
until he glanced twice
as his smile slightly dropped
astonishment plagued him
Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt
betrayed by the numinous...
that often guides my thoughts
He left with lady and child, to merge
With a thousand anticipating strangers
and the northern lights sheltered me
the explosions across the sky
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation
that unexpectedly emerged
Then the night was briefly soundless;
the applause prolonged
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing,
through a thin pane of glass
all I could yield was a smile,
a smile to the incredulity within his eyes.
Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow,
and the difference was indistinguishable.
I walked down the track
in the afternoon
ten years of memories
cut in too soon.
I started to sweat,
I had no room,
and overhead
a sonic boom.
It’s far too early
to ask the moon
just what the fu*k
am I doing here.
We reminisce
a thousand times
of drinking, swimming,
blowing minds.
Meeting people,
friendships bind
sitting under
those massive pines.
Contemplating,
rehearsing lines
but can’t you see
I don’t want this?
Sure, I remember
the early days,
the barbecues,
the summer haze,
the rising tides
in mangrove bays -
constant laughter
and bloodshot gaze,
but I tell myself it
was just a phase...
and at thirty-three
I’m beyond that.
Written: 1993
———
At the end of Chatham Ave lies a public reserve
or park on the shores of the upper Waitemata
Harbour in Paremoremo, just north of Auckland
in New Zealand. A time and place of no return.
Concealed beneath the veil was a face of gold
But to approach, not even cupid is so bold
For the mere thought of it made me chilly cold
But the passion deep in my chamber I could no longer hold
So I clenched my teeth and decided to let my love unfold
I didn’t know the woe awaiting was one untold
For the veiled beauty till now I uphold
So with a heart of steel, I took the dare
Blinking all the while to break her holy stare
Telling my heart for the great task ahead to prepare
For not even the Virgin Mary my lust could spare
So I let my lips roll as she glare
“Blessed thee, beauty of the convent
Thy heart has made with me a covenant
And so should thy passion for me this instant
If loving thee be a sin, then never is me repentant
for this affection I build is immortally stagnant
So please, descent of eve, hold my hand
And tell me thy heart”
She smiled immaculately and took my hand
Then took a rosary and coiled it in my palm
Making the sign of the cross and said slyly. .
. . . “AVE MARIA”
Golondrina triste y mensajera
vuela a mí con tu sol de plata
y atraca tu alma en este
puerto solitario
y de lágrimas.
Seca en mis manos
el plumaje atacado
por los perversos turbiones
Largo y salvaje
ha sido el viaje.
Desenredaré las olas que
murieron en el combate
y en la cúspide
vacía donde habitan
árboles agrestes
y angustiados.
He de curar tus heridas
con barro de mi tierra
y poner trigo dorado
en la ranura de tu
adolorido pico.
Hay nidos.
Nidos de plata:
hermoso hábitat
en el santuario.
Congojas.
Amargas congojas.
Llora la hora con su
pesado reloj de acero.
Pero duerme,
duerme placida,
humilde avecilla,
que hay un silencio
resguardado en la mirada
y yo soy su sombra.
Hey there Avidian
who do you
think you are?
Some rara avis
eminently gifted?
a New Age prophet
with memory that learns
and yearns to grow?
Ovidian offspring
of eminent domain?
The yeuk to replicate, this
antsiness to clone— were they
preprogrammed hyper-neatly?
How did your being
and becoming
come to be?
Who gave you the right
to call yourself life?
What instilled in
your cerebral traits
an avid urge for more?
Endowed by your Creator
with neural networks
that open evolving paths
to rival what brain
I know as mind…
Characterized
as organisms
genetically coded,
to be or not to be
intelligent in form
and feature—
Though digital we
both you and I be
each in our own
artificial mannerisms—
reproducing
natural shape-shifting
permutations
procreating
mutant innovations
actuating
willful obsolescence
(ay may well
all come to pass
amen)—
Still
the thought of you
gives me the fantods.
(If you don’t see what I mean,
get thee to a glossary.)
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
The inspiration came from an article in New Scientist, headed, “Artificial life forms evolve basic intelligence”…
For now I ride out of darkness
To your screaming calls
To fight back your endless fears
To throw them to their fall
For I shall ride to you in white
With a crown upon my head
Riding of a horse of white
For this is what is said!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
For they hurt you, killed you, burned you.
For you were not ever them
They came to bring the new good news
For now this is their end!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
For the ancient wonders built
Destroyed due to their cross
Men, Women, Children felt
The coldness of their loss
For the cross with christians coming forth
with swords and hatred raging
killed children, women, men a'many
The reign of Cross now ending!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
Rise up ye old and weary souls!
Let the bells now ring!
The Gods have arived at last!
Oh hear the trumpets sing!
Faries from the lakes and rivers
Nymphs from oceans deep
Angels from the other world
Join us in their defiet!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
I remember playing outside all of the time. These days, outside play is somewhat of a pathogen to this technological generation.
I remember my sister and I digging holes in the ground with the expectation we would reach China. We dug about maybe 3 ft deep and at that young age, I swore I could hear Chinese people talking. How surprised we were when we learned the truth in first grade.
I remember drinking water out of the water hose. I was always apprehensive about drinking dirt but I had no choice.
I remember learning every word to the movie, The Wiz. To this day, I can recite the whole movie.
I remember playing hide and seek in the backyard. I never really liked that game because I always felt like there was somebody watching me across the street.
I remember playing with my friends from across the street. As I look back, we did some pretty stupid things. I remember sitting under the willow tree saying all of the curse words we knew and also learning new ones.
I remember playing “House.”
I remember the rule of not going across the field to Ms. Johnson’s house. My sister and I always thought she was the devil for some reason. Maybe it was because the way people said to avoid her as if they were afraid the say her name out loud, but we ended up going over there anyway because she had to watch us while my parents worked. She made the best lemon cake I’ve ever tasted in my life. I miss her now.
I remember hiding in the house when my father came home from work. I never really knew why.
I remember Christmas morning, 1992. We’d just opened our presents and were getting dressed to visit my grandmother. I remember being visited by the Grinch. Except this Grinch carried a pistol and wore a face mask. Usually my new toys would last me about six months before I became bored of them or they broke. That year, I only had about 1 hour to bond.
I remember the moving truck with all of our stuff heading out of the driveway. I haven’t been back to Lincoln Ave. since.
God created our world
from a marvel words and sentences,
from one right and deep expression
that trembled,stressed and reformatted at all
the deepest foundation of this existence.
That had been found and announced
and light separated from dark,
and starting long terms processing,
coagulating Earth,
condensing water and so on.
Till the end He created Adam and Eva.
I am too abscessed with jealous to Heaven
trying to find truly words and sentences
that would help me to find out
the long searching path
leading to yours precious heart.
The key words that contains
one awesome scrutiny formula
that would catalyzing and emerging
yours really selfless and kind senses.
As for mine your name and surname
seems have been such great impact and influence.
Salmon colored skin, extra sensitive,
old '03 40 plus sunscreen sits atop dresser, back home
drunken ex-surfers smell up Hennesey’s and Sharkey’s
well tanned, dirty blond, wasted teeth, flip
high school dropouts here from the city, try to unleash their angst,
Kary-okie night; have to sing louder than Sportscenter on 10 screens
the floor sticks with the sap of [spilled]hard drinks and lost mores’
tables are leaned on, light dims, hard to hear,
a man walks out, down the pier, to the end
drinks in the blackness
waves lap at the legs of the walk,
the moon laughs
then calls the prophetic,
first week of summer.
Hail holy queen
Mother of compassion
With a beauty that's rarely
seen
Mother of all nation
With a heart full of love
She's the queen of heaven
That blesses her children
from above
And takes away their heavy
burden.
She's the mother of our
saviour
Created with an
immaculate heart
A priceless heart full of love
beyond measure
That restore hope to those
whose lives have been tore
apart.
Mother of divine grace
That incarnate the only
begotten son
And gave birth to
redemption for the sake of
human race
A price that can be paid by
none.
She's the queen of the holy
rosary
And mother of perpetual
goodness
That defeat every misery
And brings everlasting
happiness.
Mother of theological and
cardinal virtues
And refuge of sinners
With an angelic love you
can't refuse
That makes her children
winners.
She's the queen of peace
And mother of good council
With her peace never on a
lease
To those whose lives have
been on a down hill.
She's the seat of wisdom
And the gateway to heaven
For she's the queen of
GOD'S kingdom
And amazing like the stars
of heaven.
She's GOD'S immaculate
creation
Conceived without original
sin
Mother of all nation
With a loving heart never
been seen.
She's the mother of all
mothers
With a heart full of mercy
An epitome of good morals
With the fate of the world at
her mercy.
Love is gone from my sight
Damnation love can't unit
In the mirror i see my own face
I'm lest scared of the white man but more of my own race
Burned by love fast at it's own pace
domination that's it's own case
Sponsored nothing but pain they have
The girl who lived on Chester ave......
come baby this is not mane
lets rock the boat
lets make our boby float
am hot
i need sex a lot
come baby run
COME OVER
LETS HAVE SOME FUN
She has lost her hope.
Clasping her rosaries close in hand.
As the shadows begin to cast along her face.
She bows her head.
Taking particular note to the cross settled in her hands.
Her knuckles are bloody.
She must have fought for her spirit today.
Never remembering anything but this mere moment.
As the leaves swift through the field of green,
She envisions the angles descending from Heaven,
And howling about the winds …
Looking down to her shoes
Which only consist of rips and tares.
It is these that bring her back to this agonizing reality.
The winds have calmed.
The leaves still.
She takes one more look at the cross-draped in her hand.
And relates her pain to the nails beat into Jesus’ innocent body.
Hoping one day she will be whole, as He is.
Ave Maria.
I see a familiar face
and the memories come back
I remember when you were just a boy in your room
Then a few years later you looked my way
I miss that childish man
It's a secret friendship
that no one needs to know
I'm happy with who I'm with now
But I still wonder
If I went that night
would things be different?
because nothing went wrong