Best Monsignor Poems

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When we were young we went to the fair 
With our brothers and our sisters 
We tilted on the Tilt-a-Whirl 
And we twisted on the Twisters
 
We bulleted on the Bullet 
And quite dizzy we would feel 
But my stomach always turned and turned 
When...

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She had a stroke six weeks before
and slept downstairs
'So they could keep an eye on her
- my lovely grandmother, Elizabeth.
I would whisper
'Granny, are you alright?'
and be shushed out of the room.
On December 12th, 1961
she was dying.  They knelt around the bed
and said the Rosary.
May...

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Silent and puzzled, even when a little boy,
I remember the monsignor after every Sunday sermon
have us pray for peace,
as contending against war;
a peace that rarely came or lasted
prayers that were rarely answered....

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A monsignor from 'la belle France'
Split the Scriptures into chapters,by chance,
A colleague in fair  Erin's isle
Introduced verse,within a short while-
Take care,when said.. quotes can mislead,by a mile....

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The Translucent Loft

The girls choir at St. Mary’s still sings there.
Shh, be quiet as we step inside
through these green rectangular doors,
Shh! Listen... 
We can hear them up there, 
in the translucent loft.

They are still cloistered upstairs in the saintly glow, 
of stained glass fortissimos, and...

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THE SWEETEST NUN I KNOW

During my 20 year Air Force career, I was assigned to the Chaplain's Office as a Chapel Manager.  During this time, I was stationed in Vietnam and had the distinct privilege to work in a Vietnamese orphanage.  I met...

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Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk
Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister 
To the old west saloon through double doors she glides
Drunker than a nun on steroids swinging rosaries from her side
Into a smoke filled...

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Who knew shredded paper...
alias confetti could be so much fun?

The misses took play therapy (hive
urgently got to tell thee)
to whole nother level,
she smartly, expertly,
deftly... didst contrive
at my expense - (to late),

when paramedics did arrive
abusive deadly torture,
I did not survive,
when she (Frau Abby) five
feet tall minus...

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Oh, goodness, how my initiative has flustered.
I think that my meatless Fridays  will receive fruits of reward and hence I grow faint.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor. 

Alas, I never learned the likeness of his mother,
containing ignorance of queries, I may...

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Madam pestilence
Mister insolence
Captain violence
Doctor indolence
Monsignor forgiveness...

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A monsignor from 'la belle France'
Split the Scriptures into chapters,by chance,
A colleague in fair  Erin's isle
Introduced verse,within a short while-
Take care,. quotes can mislead,by a mile....

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Yours truly never heard, seen, no lies
particularly when alone
facing my (pushing up daisies) demise,
without pretense nor guise,
he honestly decries
smelled, tasted, nor touched, any size,

and essentially knew nothing besides
ancient fruit grown in Japan
for past 1,000 years as Earth flies
thru space, now more about loquats,
plethora of details...

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Monsignor Father Saez is mission priest,
and he's confessor priest to brothers both.
His mission's high on rise and faces east,
none better ever made his sacred oath.
For life man gave himself to bride betroth,
and combination fine put souls at ease.
Assigned to other mission priest would loath.
Such opportune...

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She was a beauty
unlike any other.
Every Saturday morning
like clockwork 
she would visit with him,
letting him know
her business,
how she felt.
He would offer
his advice 
as well as 
offer her an ear.
He wanted more,
but he could not.
He knew
if he had even tried
he would have
lost it all
sacrificing everything
he worked...

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