Best Hail Mary Poems
Fear recalled; the taste of sweat in retreat, when
one can never seem to run far enough or fast enough.
Remembering the Christian children’s chants of
devil worshiper, atheist; the taunting hell they saw
for those not blessed to be themselves.
The jeer of the crowd for those apart, the mob
mentality of the Christian heart, the damn you if
you’re not me to a girl of eight, defies any amount
of time to heal. Memories are not obliterated.
Breathless behind a hollow-core door, gasping
tears, a heart pounding to the beat of fists on panel;
fear recalled as bile rose; hate thrown, the Jew bated.
This was only an inkling of what Tanta felt.
Nineteen fifty-six, eleven years after the end of WWII,
I saw the numbers burned into my families’ skin,
the ones still alive to show them to a child of eight.
-broken glass nights, crowded trains, death camps
New England was still gripped in a Christian hell,
at eight, at twelve, at eighteen—and every Christmas
in between—don’t speak, don’t tell, don’t let them
know you’re different—different, hated, taunted,
chased, and if possible erased.
Prejudice knows no boundary of time or place, the
fear, the mob, the gang, the chanting group, alive
still in the 21st century. When you kneel, and pray,
even when you say Amen.
First Published by Synchronized Chaos Spring 2015
Well and once again I have fallen
fallen short of the glory oh but
HAIL MARY full of grace and most
most holy I have to believe that
in my darkest hours you are
watching over me with a tenderness
and compassion only a mother
can give a child, full of unconditional
love in the name of your righteous
sons name, Christ Jesus...
Oh holy mother surround me now
in your warm love light, hold me in
your arms ever so tight oh mother,
Queen of Heaven you know I only
want to be the man the Lord wants
to see me be so instead of feeling
unworthy couldn't you just cease
the pain of my shame, couldn’t you
just look deep down into my soul
and show our Lord that one special
something he can find favor with me
once again, oh I pray, pray for me
mother Mary, most holy, most holy
blessed virgin Mary, HAIL MARY
full of grace, forever and ever...amen
Working in a nursing home can be fun,
those darling old folks sure have me on the run,
like Mrs. Butt who says, I need to brush my boots,
or the nice old man, Huckerbee, who calls is salad roots.
Oh dear, my sciences are blocked cries Sadie,
she is sweet but her mind is just a little too scary,
at mealtimes she is always looking for salt for her tea,
she likes to wander up and down the halls following me.
It may be a pigment of my imagination,
but I am exhausted, must be time for vacation,
after I chase them down, I lay them down to sleep,
each dear soul safe under a pure white hospital sheet.
And as I turn off the light, a soul is praying,
blessed at thou, Frail Mory . . . .
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June 27, 2013
Poetry/Rhyme/Hail Mary
Copyright Protected, ID 06-488-930-27
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
she steals money
from the church collecting box - -
Hail Mary
for Susan’s Senryu contest
some questions remain archangel words resound ‘Hail Mary full of grace’
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Note: #5 in a series fo 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season of Christmas.
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We went to the religious store as there She Gracefully stood
In fact they had Mary's everywhere some plastic, some wood
In looking throughout the place we found such a graceful pose
All of Her Grace, Queen of the Universe, as my heart overflows
Blessed by a special friend She now graces my new house outside
Such a loving message to send in a world where our hope has died
Loving hands and opened arms our loving Mother shrouded in Glory
Protecting passersbys from all harm even if they don't know Her story
A world that is so utterly lost that needs the touch of Her loving Hands
A Library sits just across another place She isn't welcomed in these lands
But there upon my lawn she will stay being such a precious honor to me
Perhaps She can help in teaching us to pray as with the library, it's free
And so tomorrow with the light of dawn with all the Glory of Her way
She will beautifully adorn my lawn each and every single new day
And if you see Her on your way on the many roads that you take
Take a moment out of your day as I only say this for your own sake
Luke 1:42
And she spake out with a loud voice, and said,
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Hail Holy Queen, our life, our sweetness and our hope!
A fine line separates hope and fear
Fear, not being the absence of hope
but hope taking a sabbatical when you need it near
Thoughts wander off every inch of my convolunted atmosphere
Wandering off in search of a grain of hope
hope that may spark an ounce of cheer
Calm and collective i may appear
Appearance, just a shade covering the conflictions in here
Standing on the land of adversity, longing for a hail Mary
light at the end of a tunnel, a beautiful light, a flare of a chandelier.
Eternal mother whose praise I sing;
Sainted mother of the King of Kings.
She appears in visions, lovely and rare-
Hair of moonbeams, voice a prayer.
Brought forth the Light to a world asleep;
Back into the fold came long lost sheep.
In utter silence, church bells ring,
So to herald the very first spring.
Immaculate heart, love's morning flower;
Gracious love of awesome power!
Awash in sunshine, the Morning Belle;
Life is forever, no farewell.
Hail Mary and the very first sunrise,
And the Father whom it glorifies.
She is the future, she is the past;
She is the starry sky so vast.
Hail Mary and timeless love,
And showers of blessings from above,
And her presence in calm of night
That keeps us moving to the light.
I used to think this was Angel Gabriel's style of saying-- Hey! :)
But I learned it's because royalty is often addressed that way!
Think of the song in the intro of Sleeping Beauty, to lil Aurora
She was hailed! Then gifted by Fauna, Merryweather, & Flora.
The phrase is noticeable online with Queen Elizabeth's passing
And when said with reverence, it is not in the least bit sassing
How blessed it must feel, for a lady, to have Hail lovingly said!
Blessed among women was Mary, whom the Holy Spirit wed. :)