Best Fatima Poems
The man screams :
"Cursed be the woman
who performs tattoos
and the woman
who asks to have it done"
Chaotic emotions
Tears in hers
long black eyelashes
Loss of patience and self-control
Stainless sterile tattoo needles
Particles of ink
five fingers on the hand
(two thumbs)
Present and future
Permanent ornament
... the eternal symbol
"God's right hand"
19.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Fatima Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
1st place in the contest
Fatema beloved special daughter of the Holy prophet
In an age and place which treated daughters so brutally
our prophet stood up to welcome Fatima
whenever she entered
and kissed her honourably, fondly.
Known as the Lady of light , Fatema our lady of light
Oh my luminous luminary with a halo so bright
Our guiding star lady however dark may be the night
You embody the symbology of sacred femininity in reality
A role model for the feminine, noble Queen of luminosity
Much have we learnt from your auspicious short 18 years of life
You were the greatest lady mother and wife
You showed the world what is sacred about the feminine
And how every woman is and can be a sacred pure feminine
The quest for her holiness is a grand ritual of life
She taught women how to respect their bodies
And make others respect them too
For chastity is vital to physical health
And helps to prevent the various dangerous STDs
She was Fatimah the most pure and the chaste
Without her values womanhood would be spent, laid waste
She is our empress who impressed us without material crowns
She was an angel without wings and bid every woman dress
In flowing regal gowns
And Fatema's name and fame has spread to the farthest towns
Her own piety and chastity an epitome example brilliantly forever shines
She's our lamp post, her luminosity more than diamonds from mines
Oh in Fatemah the whole womanhood ought to take pride
Stand up and salute her to eternity
The best woman the best daughter, sister the best women's guide
She's the best role model celebrity.
Fatima
F illed with teases and fun,
A rtistic in all she does.
T hinks always of what's to come,
I llustrating unique wisdom.
M arks all, when the day is done,
A n independent young woman.
Dedicated to my lovely sister Fatima...Maryam*
A beauty, a jewel, a lovely bright star
A beacon of hope is the girl that you are
Wondering each day
Why Muhammad's away
You'll always search for him no matter how far.
Dear Fatima,
Here are a few words I am afraid to say.
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them…and they flew. - Guillaume Appollinare
I am afraid to speak.
I don’t want to speak.
I have nothing to say.
I cannot speak words of chilimbiso.
I am not the one lying on this bed,
With broken bones.
I cannot understand.
I don’t understand how you’re.
I don’t know what I am feeling.
I am afraid to feel.
I don’t want to feel.
I am afraid.
I attempt to think.
I fail.
I lose my thoughts
To the dread of missing the point.
Perhaps I can say this.
With heart full of humility.
You may be lying here
Hearing voices of regret
That you should have stayed in bed,
On the morning of misfortune.
Perhaps the voices are within.
They are possibly without.
From frightened souls
Who never dare the adventure of endurance.
Those are voices frightened souls hear,
And follow. That’s not you.
You could be feeling a sting in your body now,
Your spirit doubting your own adventures,
You wondering what possessed you,
To brave the dark of dawn,
Ghosts of terror invading your courage,
Resigning to fate not yours. That’s not you.
You, dear one, know
That pain, sweat and blood
Are for your daring greatly,
For believing in something greater than you.
For embracing a life of adventure,
A life of risk,
Of surmounting the insurmountable,
Trusting your journey home will be worth the effort.
Many a soul live timid and frightened lives,
Lick wounds they never had,
Lie in bed regretting,
Die a life never lived.
The day will come,
Soon you shall arise,
To do what you came here for,
To soar in the storms,
Brave many more dark mornings,
To heal the broken bones,
Heal bruised hearts,
And live to run another day.
Copyright © 2016 by Nsamu Moonga
Our Lady of Fátima
Our lady of the Rosary.
So young and beautiful you were,
Absolute flawless poetry.
The mother chosen
For your adoration,
Your love true devotion
To give the world God's Son.
The Lord is with thee.
Us sinners, our whispers
Ask to keep us in your prayers.
You appeared in a flash of light,
Brighter than the sun
On the holm oak tree in Fatima
To the faithful requesting devotion
Promising comfort.
You ask for peace of the world.
11/7/2020
Fatima Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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Fatima
A lady rich, perfumed and dressed splendidly was driven
by her liveried chauffeur to Lisbon when she, at a certain
point asked her driver to stop; yes the rich also need obeying
bodily functions. Later she looked down into a valley where
three children were guarding sheep two of them were eight
the oldest one eleven, the lady waved her manicured hands
and said something the children didn`t understand
except the oldest one who told the other two it was Virgin Maria
who had blessed them and warned them of secrets that could
only be told to a priest. When the children came home, they said
what they had seen, but the secrets the oldest one told a priest
and the secrets are still kept in the Vatican.
At the place where the children have seen Virgin Maria, pilgrims
came the blind, the sick, the lame and the mad looking for a cure,
and today it is a holy site with hotels, shops, and restaurants.
Pilgrims keep coming, some walk for days to atone for sins they
might commit sometimes in the future, what a wondrous thing,
how irrational truth can be a diamond in the heart of worshipers
Shining like the sun -
whether it be the virgin
in children’s visions
or the mother of one’s soul . . .
she blazes perfection’s path
Nov. 1, 2020 for the Fatima Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
What is Fatima is it land is it a place
Whom is Fatima
Is it a one is it a woman full of grace
Our Lady of Fatima performer of miracles
O Hallelujah hallelujah again and Amen
All whom believe miracle of the sun
You who are Mother of the son
Three Shepherd children had seen her
Lumerous Lady believed to be holy Virgin Mary Fatima
Prayers praise my God I believe I adore I hope
I love you Father pardon me
For those whom don't relieve
Mercy forgive those who don't believe
O Hallelujah hallelujah again and again Amen
Don't adore won't hope for
And love you Our Lady of Fatima
Performer of miracles
Whom all believe miracle of the sun
You who mother the son
Children Shepherd three has seen her Lumerous Lady
O hallelujah hallelujah again and again Amen
Lady Fatima
11/11/20
For FATIMA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored By: KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN
Many have heard the story of Lucia and her cousins,
that took place in Fatima Portugal in 1917.
I will spare you all the details for with research they are easily found.
The story begins with three children tending sheep,
they claimed that the Virgin Mary appeared to them with revelations,
and described her as "a lady more brilliant than the sun."
The story became controversial, yet, thousands flocked to the spot.
It was called a miracle but the children were taken into custody,
all three were questioned and threatened but they never wavered.
Two of the children died in 1918 due to a flu epidemic,
but, Lucia lived on and became a nun reporting many apparition visits
right up until her death at ninety-seven years old.
On October 13, 1917- 300,00 to 100, 0000 people gathered in Fatima,
they had come to witness the Miracle of the Sun,
and from rain and dark clouds the sun broke.
The sun at first seemed an opaque spinning disc in the sky,
casting multi-color lights across the landscape.
Then, it came careening toward Earth then, zig-zagging back in place.
Some witnesses claimed their wet clothes wear suddenly dry,
and the soaked ground became dry, some called it a sun dance,
and some say they saw nothing.
To this day, some believe the story of Fatima and others do not,
however, the catholic church must believe for it has created statues
and other monuments and named churches and prayers of devotion
referring to the lady in the visions "As the Lady of Fatima".
Do you believe the children ?
Do I believe then children, yes I do!
______________________________
October 28, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/The Story of Fatima
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1298-545-28
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Fatima
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 11/29/20
Fatima my best friend was a women of grit and courage
trekking and mountaineering were her hobbies
she was exact opposite of me
One late evening back from work she was left alone in bus
there were four male passengers besides her
all four of them together tried to assault her
she fought bravely with all strength she could muster
pushed three of them out of the bus
and somehow managed to jump out
Broken leg full of pain she still caught an auto and came back home
First to doctor, then to police station
She refused to rest
At the court room she asked for the convicts to be brought in front of her
Looking at their eyes she recounted all that happened shamelessly
Then she looked at judge and roared like a lioness
How can anybody prove attempt to rape tell me?
Is it not unfair to ask a rape victim to testify she was assaulted?
How can court expect her to remember it all when she was busy fighting for her life?
I have no evidence except my broken legs and pain and anguish
She fell down unconscious
.
Case was judged in her favour.
She was a strong women indeed
Bent on reprisal sword in hand
Gonzalo and friends paddle ahead
To Alcácer Do Sal where Christians
By Moors are held
Concealed by dusk
Disembarking their boat
Toward the city bravely walk
Hiding from view they observe
Moorish girls and men sport around
Dancing on the grass for Bairam fest
Dazzling among companions
Sweet loveliness beyond compare
Charming in lightness and glamour
Captured by her smile Gonzalo
Maddened with love
Rushing into the crowd snatches her, loses her
Snatches her again from the belligerent crowd
Flattered by his valorous effort
Falls in his arms tight the girl enamored
Burning with love they run
Having escaped she converts
Joining body and soul in married joy
Not meant to last
Much too much happiness
For one heart to hold
Princess bids farewell to the world.
A monk now Gonzalo
Her image in heart of his heart
Reflected in the beauty all around
Sweetness of her fragrance in the flowers
Her gaiety in all playful seek and hide
And in the bell ringing prayer
Her name Fatima
Bridge between warring sides.
Fatima by Gonzalo named is where Mary
Preceded by The Angel of Peace,
Chose to appear to three children
Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta
With signs and wonders
And the sun dancing in the sky
Witnessed by thousands
Warning of the abode of the damned
Where souls that nobody prays for
Or sacrifice for end
With a promise of peace and a request
To pray the rosary, convert, make amends
Consecrate Russia and all wars will end
Or nations will vanish from the earth.
When you hear peace sweet deceit
It’s world war three drum beat
Bent by suffering to its knees
A remnant will beg God for peace
The peace that through Mary God will give.
You're like a history untold
In the minds of those who pray
Like a message made of gold
Longingly waiting for the day...
Your might moves the sun
And enchants it with a spell
You're a love that does not shun
In the hearts and souls, you dwell.
How I wish I could unfold
The meaning of such vision
To cast the words that were untold
And save the world from perdition
I shall row my boat to course
On way to salvation
Like a pilgrim on a horse.
Your heart is my mission.
March 25, 2023
FATIMA
Marion visions 1917 — what if the flock missed the Son?*
10/25/2020
Contest: Fatima
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
*alternate viewpoint
For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus… 1 Timothy 2:5 NIV
you're a living mystery
in the minds of those who pray
like a message in a code
longingly waiting to be told
your might moves the sun
and enchants it with a spell
your love does not shun
in the hearts of men, you dwell
how i wish i could unfold
the meaning of such vision
to cast the words that were untold
and save the world from perdition
i shall row my boat to course
on way to salvation
i'm a pilgrim with a torch
your heart is my mission