Best Mother Superior Poems
I've made a decision, a drastic solution
So I don’t have to make a New Year’s resolution
This year I’ve decided to become a nun…
My ‘habit’ will shield my head from the sun
I will resolve to join a silent order
Mother Superior will act as my warder
I’ll give up chocolate and drinking and smoking
Hey poetry souper’s, you know I’m just joking!
For many years I have not celebrated New Year
So whilst others party and whoop and they cheer
I’ll wear my flannel gown and go early to bed
There I’ll write poems until sleep fills my head
Good luck if you give up drinking or start a diet
On New Year’s resolutions I resolve to stay quiet!
Happy New Year to everyone at poetry soup
Enjoy your holiday and in 2018 we’ll regroup
Update for New Year Contest
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Categories:
mother superior, celebration, humorous, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
The Brother In- Law Part II
christine asked Christian - what are we going to do now?
Christian answered - I will take care of you. I will leave you
in a safe place, while I go look for fortune. They left in the
wagon they had and went back to town. Christian found
a Convent and he talked to the Mother Superior.
He told her what had happened and asked if he could leave
his sister there, while he went to look for a new life for him and
her. The Mother Superior said yes - that they would take care
of her.
Christian left and went far away. He was twenty years old.
he was young and very handsome. he soon found a job and
worked very hard. After ten years, he became very rich. He had
a car, a home, nice clothes and money. He said to himself - now
I'll go and get my sister.
He started his journey back. When he got to the Convent, the
Mother Superior did not recongized him. He told her who he was
and why he was there. She told him - I'm sorry - she can not go
with you. He asked why? She said - because she got married
last week.
He wanted to know - who the hack, she got married to. The Mother
Superior said - she got married to JESUS. She took the vows last
week. He turned around and looked at JESUS and said - I couldn't
have picked a better Brother In - Law myself.
He went back to the place where his parents had lived and everything
was reconstructed, only better and with a bigger house. He soon found
a girl and and got married too. He went back to the convent and donated
a lot of money to help them out. Everyone was happy. His sister and him
would always stay very close. The end....
04/24/2013 Written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
A story/poem that I hope
you enjoyed.
Categories:
mother superior, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Alma Mater in denial
Beckons proof of terrible sin
Congregation gather to witness
Defrocked disciple
Endeavours to catch her and hear
Flagellate in fear of the hounding.
Girl on a high, this nun in retreat
Hypocrite trying to steal an identity
Image of optical semblance
Juridical Janeass vindicated
Karma until now was next of kin
Lassitude before bringing her in.
Mother superior plays out her role
Noxious blend notwithstanding
Objurgates the slayer in rowdy prayer
Praises the Pope, insincerely
Quaint yet putting on an act
Rebuttal for her charge to be free of sin.
Sisters of mercy at the convent
Travel time from zero BC
Unavailable for opinions.
Vindicate their needs for solidarity
While the priest hands down the cane
Xenophobia takes hold.
Yearning for the truth
Zephyr sweeps it all away.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Categories:
mother superior, confusion,
Form:
Abecedarian
Mother Superior faced a daunting task,
Like no other in her forty years.
She had prayed it simply wasn’t so,
That Holy intervention might belie her fears.
But sadly, there was no such intervention,
No relief from the duty she did rue.
Despite her hopes and all her prayers,
It had been confirmed. What she feared was true.
So, she gathered all the Sisters after Vespers.
The impromptu meeting caused quite a stir.
There was murmuring as they filed into the chapel.
She hesitated for a moment... but no, she was sure.
“Sisters, I asked you all here to share some news.
It’s something I never thought I’d have to say.
We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.”
Mary Catherine, sixty years a Sister, said,
“Oh, thank God. I’m so tired of Chardonnay.”
Categories:
mother superior, angst, confusion, drink, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
A young Monk was feeling inferior,
and so with a motive ulterior,
the Monk and a Nun,
did what they shouldna done
and it made her a "Mother Superior"!
Categories:
mother superior, funny,
Form:
Limerick
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
Categories:
mother superior, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Neophyte
What can I say the pot plants in the yard are fed tiny rain drops
saintly tears of a girl rejected by the abbess to join the order
because she detect a wild sensual abandonment behind eyes that,
at first glance, are mirrors of chastity.
The abbess knows the young girl is not seeking god rather she seeks
shelter from the raving craving of her body, the relentless dreams
so alive she feels the weight of her fantasy lover´s alabaster body,
a young priest at the local church.
Sacrifices, in god´s name is always demanded by religious orders,
and mother superior has a quota to fill, but she is not looking for
troubles She needs compliant novices, Indian girls from the slum
who will forever thank god for escaping Calcutta´s poverty. They
will be slaves of Jesus and married to him, clean his underwear
endure ignominy for three square meals and a bunk bed to sleep in.
Categories:
mother superior, anger, career, class,
Form:
Sonnet
From dusk to dawn
Sunrise to sundown
This I will never forget
Your kisses that always left me in a comfort
And a bliss that no grief could ever secrete
A mile-wide-smile and sweet
That never deserted your cheeks
Your submissiveness
When my stomach would rumble
How you would enable my aptitudes
And change my ill attitudes
And fashion my self-esteem
Not to be the next awaited victim
Under any state of affairs
You reduced yourself down to zero
But to me you were still a hero
Jointly we went outdoors and out
And more often than not
We would go up the hills
And lean idly upon the walls
You were my physician
Upon all signs of hypochondria
You were a mother superior
You did the whole in a real thrill
You were to me mother-of-pearl
People said, "too much sweet cloys"
But your love to me grew bold in all ways
Now and then I never thought
Life could bring in me a heart-strife
And put a blot of blood on my ecstasy
I recall one day I stood neighboring you
With my two hands akimbo
It was the nightfall of the 16th July
My tongue had stranded on its pivots
My mouth was kept mum
So were my tryouts
To keep you from shutting those eyes
I asked myself so many whys
I stretched my eyes to see if it was a lie
Only to hurt them and find I couldn't deny
That I was left a flag without a pole
And like a shoe without a sole
Or like a worker denied a dole
In my heart there was now a hole
Life turned a wound that hurt
I got myself caught up in a mesh
Like a fishbone stuck in my throat
I never thought
Life could be so dicey
I was blind at the outset now I see
This life will never set me free
In every breath I'll pay a huge fee
For my blameworthy breakthroughs
Still death split people into twos
The worldly and the heavenly
The lonely and the heavenly
Mothers gone, children left odd socks
Little strokes fell great oaks
In my life time and hereafter
As long as eyes can see, mouths can utter
From side to another, below to above
There has never been a heartfelt love
Like yours to me
Or whose love that can be?
Categories:
mother superior, cry, death, loss, lost
Form:
Rhyme
A CONVENT GIRL
This is the girl,
Who’s in a whirl,
Who came to the, Convent,
Looking despondent.
This is the nun,
Who’s highly strung,
Who started to lecture,
In spite, of her denture.
This is the Principal,
Who’s very strategical,
Who can dismiss,
If something’s amiss.
Then Mother Superior,
To whom we’re inferior,
Performs her role,
To reach her goal.
These then are the four,
Inside the door,
Of a truly despondent ,
Lady-like Convent
Categories:
mother superior, school, teen,
Form:
Couplet
I don’t want to be a king
I don’t want to be a knight
I don’t want to be an emperor
I don’t want to be a prime minister
I don’t want to be a Supreme Court judge
I don’t want to be anything
I just want to be me
To be only what my Lord would have me be.
I don’t want to win titles
I don’t want to amass fortunes
I don’t want to build castles
I don’t want to achieve popularity
I don’t want to travel places
I don’t want to do anything
I just want to do His perfect will
To do only what my Lord would have me do.
I don’t want to be a lord bishop
I don’t want to be a major prophet
I don’t want to be a holy father
I don’t want to be a senior apostle
I don’t want to be a mother superior
I don’t want to be anything
I just want to be a child of the King
To be only what my Lord would have me be.
Categories:
mother superior, bible, life, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
THE FLYING NUN
Disposed to high speed,
the rushing air through her covering —
to the police, known as “The Flying Nun”
My great, great Aunt was a lot of fun.
First saw me, as I stood tall as her knee.
Years passed, sped by at long last —
a station wagon, loaded up with Mother Superior
and her companion, and all manner of things —
beautiful dolls, coasters, toaster cover and nicknacks.
I grew tall as a weed, scattered dandelion seeds.
Took three with me to visit my charitable Aunt.
The convent nuns treated the kids to ice cream,
flying as we were leaving, a couple giddy penguins
gave gobs of candy to my kids, and huge pencils
with red lettering “I Love Philadelphia”
By airmail, letters would flutter to me back home,
with loving bookmarks, and inspirational verse,
always asking for more stamps,
so the mail could lift off and land.
My dear Aunt became a nun at fourteen,
once said, if it hadn’t been for the convent,
she’d have been a movie star.
She took up the habit
as expected, by her family core.
A while passed,
missed —
Dear One — Rest In Peace!
2/4/2018
*Passed away several years ago.
Categories:
mother superior, family,
Form:
Bio
So after I told the crowd
in the store that I was
not Dolly Parton,
they quickly went away
disappointed and forlorn like,
going over to the dairy
to pick up some milk,
tried to stay calm as I
noticed pictures on
the back of the milk cartons
of my former self,
then I quickly drove home
and put the groceries
on the shelf,
thinking this disguise
isn't doing me any good,
decided to wear a
long red wig around
the neighborhood,
thinking now I can
finally relax again,
until people started
thinking I was Naomi Judd...
Then I noticed the
amish mafia guy
at the local 7-11,
I quickly drove away
to the local police station,
where they put me up in
a convent for
witness protection,
where Mother Superior
gave me my habit to wear,
and with it some long underwear,
calling me by new name
which was now Sister Rose,
she made me feel inferior,
as she was always looking down on me
with her big holier then thou nose,
the routine was to wake up every day at 4 a.m.
going to the chapel to pray
and say a lot of amens,
then having a quick breakfast of
coffee, bread and water,
then onto the cleaning
which lasted several hours,
washing and ironing the nuns
and priests clothes everyday,
cleaning the floors and toilets
with a tiny toothbrush
to my dismay,
dusting and vacuuming
all the rooms,
maintaining the large
farm using an old broken down mule…
At night I'd go to bed on
the lumpy old mattress,
feeling exhausted, lonely and famished,
hearing nothing but my stomach
complaining and grumbling,
thinking to myself
this is worse than the amish!
So tying some bedsheets
together I jumped out
the convent window,
ran all the way as
fast as I could and
started to hitchhike
on the turnpike,
it started raining and a
car finally pulled over,
quickly jumped in
only to discover,
the amish mafia guy
who looked
like Al Pacino give me
a big wide grin…
thinking to myself
not again...
Addendum: She finally escaped again and settled in Timbuktu where thank God nobody recognized her and where she made friends with the natives there who just happened to be so primitive they got her at spearpoint to make all their clothes and food from scratch, clean all their huts, make baskets and pottery, be the nanny for their tribal kids, hunt lions and tigers for meals……….
Categories:
mother superior, adventure, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Absolutes are irresolute;
your irresponsibility is to blame.
How dare you
beckon me to your side
when you don't even know which side you are on?
The dawn comes too quickly and we have no idea that
we are even talking,
or breathing,
at least consiously.
Our dance and chat comes
easily,
fluid
like
the pus within
an infected wound
that we hope would never kill us
yet
it might be the
bee that stung too deeply
into the heel that felt no pain
of the Achilles
that his mother hoped to save
by dunking him into the polluted pond.
mother superior will not be able to save you now, darling.
That is because I have you now.
Categories:
mother superior, angst, mother, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Mother Superior
and Father Supine
Needed to chat
But did it online
Sensuous sentences
Were not allowed
Too many ears
Can harp on the cloud!
Categories:
mother superior, culture, heaven, internet, relationship,
Form:
Verse
there is a town on the high plains
on the way to nothing
in the way of nothing
and in no particular order
are a few too many trailer homes
nestling, vying, clinging closely
to their mother superior,
Dairy Queen
the presumption that none
would venture this place on purpose
is falsified by some younger men
hailing from civilized parts
to soar down the old dirt roads
a nose ahead of sunset
why ever would they go
for only they must know
girls from McLean will do anything
free of charge and free of risk
to important reputations
it might be said that the daughters
of this panhandle hamlet
learned to speak, to cheat, to drink
from their occasional fathers
and the other life essentials
courtesy of Cosmo
thus they wait to accommodate
boys from towns on the highway
who will someday find a school
and a job and a wife, denying
they used to drive out to McLean
Categories:
mother superior, parody, people, social,
Form: