Best Lourdes Poems
Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.
Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away,
Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday.
Watching glorious beams of color jump left to right,
As east to west the Sun travels ever so bright.
Mostly alone with a visitor or two,
One of my favorites is when you are in view.
You study my features with such wonder and awe,
I can see deep within, you are on your last straw.
Walking in with face down slowly plodding as one,
Genuflecting with pain in respect of my Son.
Shuffling into the pew, your body sulking and sits.
Looking up at me, into my eyes, your stare hits.
I wish I could reach out and hold you in my arms,
Wrapped in my blue cloak, protecting you from harms,
Rocking your fears away, with a simple motherly sway,
Breathing into you new life, taking away all your strife.
Times like these you need, comfort and touch,
I thank God above for others providing so much.
It is now that I listen for, the eery creak of the door.
For a heavenly sent friend, to cradle you until the end.
Golden Roses
...to one who has faith, no explanation is necessary...to one without faith, no explanation is possible...Thomas Aquinas.
Roses side by side where the grotto stood
A golden garden not seen by their eyes
Bernadette could see as she gathered wood
Kneeling upon hearing of heaven’s cries
A Lady did appear in rose bush wild
A seraphic voice with no deception
With a white dress and girdle gently smiled
‘I am the Immaculate Conception’
For the town of Lourdes was quick to demean
Sadly scoffed as the poorest peasant girl
She dug a hole and a well would canteen
To make believers of the crippled churl
Bernadette let your song of roses hum
Upon this let processions hither come.
Aug.17.2018
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Bernadette prayed,
wore straw knee pads
and
built a cathedral incarnate.
Remains of the glorified were
sun baked shingles upon her roof.
Beaded mercy chips
and
pieces of blessed palms
sewn by dainty hands;
her mausoleum.
Visionary lass -
the divine enchantress
taught you to devour
a million agonies
and
digest the callous sins
of modern day charlatans -
who foolishly attributed
your pious actions
to
telltale symptoms of
manic depression.
Translation below
Valse des morts
Je valse
Je valse, valse, valse
le journée, la nuit
Le long des rues
Le long de la rivière
Je valse jusqu'à ce que je ressens la douleur
partout, partout, sur moi
la pluie tombe sur ma douleur
Je murmure doucement
Tourner dans le vide
Je valse , mais pourquoi
Je ne peux danser
Je ne peux danser
mes jambes lourdes
Mon cœur dit non
Je ne peux danser
Donc, je valse
à ma mort
Translation
I waltz
I waltz, waltz waltz
All the day and all the night
Along the streets
By the river
I waltz until I feel the pain
All over, all over , allover
the rain falls on the pain
softly I whisper
I turn into the void
I waltz and you know why?
I can not dance
I can not dance
my legs are in irons
My heart says no
I can not dance
So I waltz
To my death
I live in a big city where the mother earth blessed us
with the friendly climate, refreshing greeneries and crops
So you can enjoy the serene beauty and forget stress
Since it's a rainfed area,farming relies on rain drops
The pongal- Festival of year harvest, is to unite
the city people despite their religious caste stages
Brihadeeswara temple,inscribed on UNESCO's site
Airavateswar temple, surviving thousand ages
Have convoluted stone carvings and intricate sculptures
Our lady of Lourdes Basilica,Nagore dargah are
nearer to us and we consider them as our treasures
Generous,obliging and ingenuous people we're
No religious split among us,Christians will go to mosques
Hindus to churches,Muslims to temples,we are unique
The blue hour takes root ...
There is the dark wing of the steamer,
Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets,
Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs
And the seagulls passing and passing again.
Heavy rusty chains, in heaps on the edge of the quay,
Puddles where the clouds pass,
In which dead leaves are diluting.
The evening is maritime,
The sun is still clinging to the cranes of the harbor,
Which seem aimless,
And on the summit of the trees.
The freshness already slips on its silver soles,
And it remains a few moments, on the water
The wake of dreams.
It doesn't wait to dilutes itself in oblivion.
The boat came out of my field of vision,
Perhaps a point, hidden behind the buildings of the mole.
The wind knocks at my window.
A bus goes up the avenue, almost empty.
The silver stone of the moon rises from the horizon.
The muses escaped.
The blue hour takes root,
I put a disc
And from the piano, Chopin chords.
These are the "Nocturnes".
They soon overtake the reddish mists:
Ultimate bursts of a day that goes out.
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( translated from french )
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original text:
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L'heure bleue prend racine...
Il y a l'aileron sombre du paquebot,
qui prend le large, et emporte ses regrets,
des passagers minuscules, agitant des mouchoirs
et les mouettes qui passent et repassent .
De lourdes chaînes rouillées, en tas sur le bord du quai,
des flaques où passent les nuages,
dans lesquelles se diluent des feuilles mortes .
Le soir est maritime,
le soleil s'accroche encore sur les grues du port,
qui semblent désoeuvrées,
et sur la cîme des arbres.
La fraîcheur glisse déjà sur ses semelles d'argent,
et il reste quelques instants, sur l'eau
le sillage des songes.
Il ne tarde pas à se diluer dans l'oubli.
Le bateau est sorti de mon champ de vision,
peut-être un point, caché derrière les bâtiments du môle.
Le vent frappe à ma fenêtre.
Un autobus remonte l'avenue, presque vide .
La pierre argentée de la lune monte de l'horizon.
Les muses se sont échappées.
L'heure bleue prend racine,
je mets un disque
et du piano, s'égrènent les accords de Chopin.
Ce sont les « Nocturnes ».
Ils devancent de peu les brumes rousses :
ultimes sursauts d'un jour qui s'éteint.
RC
1858
Southwestern France
Mother Mary appeared 18 times
Young woman Bernadette Soubirous
Announcing: “I am the Immaculate Conception”
Mother Mary helped Bernadette
Discover a hidden spring of grotto
That Spring was soon to become
Fountain of faith, hope
Healing for millions of pilgrims
Lourdes, truly a place of healing
Church recognizes 66 miraculous cures there
Thousands more have been reported
Lourdes a place they found peace
In coming to understand
Accept Eternal God’s will for them
To all who are sick in body and spirit
The Lord brings hope
Comfort through Our Lady of Lourdes
Tomorrow that chair will be empty
the laughter we shared would be gone
today I wave as I walk far
pretending I'm still standing tall
Each hug ,every smile in a yesterday
is the memory I'm leaving behind
a goodbye beneath cold rainy showers
sinciere friends with wet misty eyes.
And I miss you already
You've been part of my life for so long
You,great friends,I'm glad to have had you
in my heart,you shall always belong.
Maybe one day I will return
to our days of work, chat and fun
to hot coffee and peacakes
to our moments of shimmering sun.
Maybe one day never comes
but the other day was here
and no matter where we are
Our friendship held so dear.
Dedicated to my x working collegues/friends-Maria and Lourdes
Charma
Destination
A historical place
But these Gettysburg landings
A place of race
The signals our droids
To the Kestrels they return
For their cargo on board
To them will be, infinitive burn
Over Pennsylvanian lands
These USAF ships fly
To rid these demons
From you and i
Gettysburg in approach
Their radar responds
Three sisters located
For the earth and beyond
Kristy Krull
On McPherson's ridge
Leaving her carnage
Ending life's bridge
Illyanna
The deposed leader
For her past theatre's
No longer evils creator
Apocalypse Ale-era
Their new Queen
Serving in her evil
Earth's hell Halloween
The Kestrels close in
Illyanna is first
As their missile strikes home
In obliteration burst
Pilots cheer
In their intercom
Freedom prevails
United at home
The next attack
Kristy's caught on the ridge
Again we hit
Her body to fridge
But the Queen is our target
As it has to be
To rid her dominance
Free the land of the free
Radar declares
Her might, but distress
For three Kestrels have named
Freedoms Gettysburg address
In pincer movement
Like theatres before
Three missiles strike
Like never before
Their impacts are different
But their outcomes the same
To free our planet
And return to the sane
Miracles will happen
The water from Lourdes
Led to the demise of these three
Our planet to be cured
For many days and months
Around the table they sat
No longer saying
We'll do this, we'll do that
The structure of talks
Began round the world
Everyone listened
None absurd
Their Ritual in the Forest followed by The Three Events >
Angels and Demons - The Finale Act 1.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Women in my family
were immigrants, as history records.
Grandmother Rosamond was born in Italy.
Marceline was French and traveled from Lourdes.
My mother, Jaqueline, was wed at seventeen.
A city girl who became a young farmer's wife.
Many valuable traits from her, I did glean
as she taught me how to be prepared for life.
I would be terribly remiss if I forget to rave
about one more very important family female,
my sister, Claudette, who taught me to be brave.
She said, "Get up and try again each time you fail."
June 16, 2022
Women in my family poetry contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
The smile was what you’d notice first
Before you’d even catch
The necklace and the earrings, which,
Of course, just had to match.
The stylish silver hair cut short
You’d note ‘cause it was thick
And then you’d focus on the clothes,
For color made her tick.
But most of all, it was the laugh –
Staccato, bold and loud.
You’d hear it in an audience
Or find her in a crowd.
And now that laugh’s been silenced.
How things change in just a minute!
The world will be a duller place
Without dear Lourdes in it.
(in memory of Lourdes Ayala)
betty lourdes said she had the choice
to choose
where the river goes
a divine rod of sorts
a word to say
amongst the falling leaves
water and wardle
going to see the river man
and how about those plans
about the right to wallow
along the stream
recapturing the summer
she lost in her pain
L-ines
O-f
U-plifting
R-egards
D-eploy
E-ssential
S-tatement
E-mploying
S-ensible
P-oem
I-n
R-ight
I-dea
T-o
U-nderstand
Topic: Birthday of Lourdes F. Espiritu (February 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ook
O-ut
U-ntil
R-emarkable
D-efense
E-ndures
S-trong
R-ain
U-sing
I-nspiration
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Lourdes M. Ruiz (February 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ight
O-penly
U-ses
R-adiant
D-awn
E-ndorsing
S-unny
M-orn
E-ven
N-ew
D-ay's
E-arliness
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Lourdes C. Mendez (June 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic