Best Priestly Poems
In "Jesus’ name," there is Victory" joyous, Victory
"Open-up your heart and mind to see and have with me,
"this great Victory”
“Victory,” of the royal Christ Jesus and His priestly
ministry…
For whosoever is willing to receive, there will be a certain
“Victory”
Victorious, Victory
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen
In "Jesus’ name," say with me there is "Victory"
Victory that is guaranteed
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
"His Blessings are full and fully
Total and truly complete;
and oh so, so, sweet, and even more excellently sweet
In "Jesus’ name," there is "Victory"
"Open-up your heart and mind to see and have "this Victory.”
"Yes, The Spirit, The Lamb and Father are one"
"Yes, The Spirit, The Lamb and Father are one"
“Three separate personages; but one in Spirit, Unity and
“Love”
In "Jesus’ name," there is Victory" joyous, Victory
"Open-up your heart and mind to see and have with me
"this great Victory”
“Victory,” of the royal Christ Jesus and His priestly
ministry…
For whosoever is willing to receive, there will be a certain
“Victory”
Victorious, Victory
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen
Shout, "Hallelujah, Amen"
Repeat the song:
Categories:
priestly, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Lyric
Hallelujah, born again
chapels scheming, mankind reeling
in holy water's baptism of wizardly elixir
postulating an all consuming reverence,
rejuvenated myths of deiform fears
as reinvented nature flows in
lickety split's Latin discombobulation
Aggrandizement randomly written
in santuary's intensly scripted blather
increasing histrionics' translations,
'pon bled origins' of original sin
Amen's passed the poison apple mid shrines'
overflowing baskets of coined redemption
Tilt, you go to that fantasy in the sky
Hallelujah, born again
wherefrom archangels' herald lightworks,
otherwise Beelzebub will gladly impose
his heated grasp in welcoming you warmly
to a dark side of the fried fray,
difference in ashes' revival supposedly
are prayer & the almighty dollar,
naught to do with compassion & good will towards men,
ailing old frail women nor starving children,
falling prey to greener hard currency's salivating salvation
priestly entitled behaviors' disconcertingly repugnance,
who knew...gospel's chapter & functional verse
could be so dastardly rendered in man's
higher power of accommodated perversions
Categories:
priestly, abuse, analogy, baptism, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
It’s truly Greek to me and you
“Agape” may sound like the English, agape
I gape; are we awed by Christ loving me and you
The human in me is a swine, sloppy and greedy for love
Consumers-Supreme, like shopping for shoes and food,
Hording homes, trophies, even the Dodo and dove
Beloved, the love of God is not to be presumed
The Creator of the behemoth, leviathan, and atom _
Imagine: He wants a relationship with puny humans
Imagine: His kiss, the force that holds up the universe
Prevents atoms from splitting in awe and fission
Gave all to love ... gives every gift, but we won't converse
O Holy Spirit, forgive me! I take too much for granted
The One who split the firmament into heaven and ocean
Who tells the blood how to make life’s music
Became a baby in Mary’s womb, to grow slow by slow
Suffer like us, become the Perfect Adam, such love
Only He can take my rags, wrap me in His High Priestly robe!
I used to be a romantic; forgive me for seeing how obscene
Is a love that is all face and human flesh
Forgetful, ungrateful of the source; agape love that kisses the perverse
How to conceive this, almost beyond any human being
Such love shames the greatest fairy tale or happily ever after
I want too much ... missing all the while, mysteries of living
Glory to Father-Son-Holy Spirit, amen.© Anil Deo, 20170331
Categories:
priestly, bible, blessing, emotions, god,
Form:
Free verse
The Gilded Mirror
I hold my dreams inside my past
Where moonlight glows on rivers fast
And raging temples built in haste
Will dissipate, no longer chaste
O the anthems proud men froze
In gilded frames of priestly pose
Release my shackles! bound inside
My beating heart, where fears reside
At dawn the grassy pond will sing
In silent praise! My endless spring!
6/19/10
For Carolyn's contest
Categories:
priestly, imagination
Form:
Couplet
He lived a simple life
He was a simple man
He never had a wife
He had a different plan
He wore the priestly collar
He lived a life of service
You never heard him holler
Nothing made him nervous
Several pulpits did he refuse
Summoned by a worldly muse
Radical students would he infuse
With old-fashioned values and views
At an East-coast college he did teach
Engaging students with humble manner
Principled, rational; he never preached
Didn't wave religion on a banner
I took his course; so glad I did
He personified what was kind and good
Though I was steeped in sin, God forbid
He treated me as a father would
Invited me into his home
Holy books crammed into every nook
We talked and dreamed, together roamed
Beyond dry lessons and textbooks
I'll never forget this gentle saint
As long as I do live
With humanity did he (me) acquaint
Taught me from my heart to give
July 16, 2019
Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July, 2019 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
priestly, appreciation, care, faith, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
Pope Francis's belief in the Almighty
has been brought to serious question,
when, on his speech on Origins,
the Bible received nary a mention -
save for a passing glance at Genesis.
His credibility has dwindled rather perilous
it seems - considering, of course, Catholicism's
typical rep of condemning holy writ to ostracism.
The acolytes "explode" with his
acceptance of Naturalism,
Evolution and Bigbangerism.
In a pinch he waved his magician's wand
and pronounced all prior blasphemies - gone!
God - he stated - has no such pointy stick
of which to create all, with a simple flick
of his wrist. The Almighty has limits
and shall conform to Francis's rigid
interpretation, thereof. He tips his hat
in one last show of priestly decorum:
I wish you all a most bless-ed
novus ordo seclorum.
NOTE: The term "novus ordo seclorum" is Latin for "New World Order". If you ever forget how to say it, or spell it, just pick up any American federal reserve note - it'll be right under the pyramid with the all-seeing eye.
Categories:
priestly, bible, character, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Within my breast I carry ancient death;
Its face is pale and white as marbled clay.
Consumed with guilt, I struggle for each breath
Still sour with napalm death of yesterday.
The fractured colors formed behind my lids
Are monumental rainbows round a pit
Where hues of crimson-reds crisscross the grids
Profuse in bloody lines and squares to fit.
Profanely perfect patterned memories
Of riddled bodies huddled on the ground,
Where bloated skin slips off fatalities
As ragged maggots slither-squirm around.
The jungle flora breathes forth mystic sighs
As soldiers wander through symbology.
They see suspended phantoms' floating eyes;
A catapult to horrid memory.
No temple of communion colonnades!
No transubstantiation in the heat!
No priestly servants hidden in the glades!
No promises of paradise wrapped neat!
Categories:
priestly, war,
Form:
Quatrain
C.I.C.
Codex Iuris Canonici (Code of Canon Law)
HIS
Iesus Hominum Salvator (Jesus Savor of Mankind)
Abbreviation for Responsory / Response
R.
Latin words for B.M.V.
Beata Maria Virgo (Blessed Mary the Virgin)
Initials F.S.S.P. refer as
The Priestly Fraternity of St. Peter
Acronym for 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior' spells
"fish" in Greek
6. ICHTHUS (or ICTHUS)
Abbreviation for Apostle
Ap
L.D.S. stand for
Laus Deo semper (Praise to God always)
Initials represent the Latin version of 'For the greater glory of God'
A.M.D.G. (Ad maiorem Dei gloriam)
Initials are associated with the inscription on the Cross and they stand for
I.N.R.I. - Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum [Latin for 'Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews']
Categories:
priestly, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
List
The Gods must be crazy
Or they never lived
And those that depend on them to give
Blessings peace and life after death
Had better not be holding their breath
If They live They’ve given so much
The Inquisition Jihad and such
War after war after war after war
Priestly abuse the concept of sin
And so much more I don’t know where to begin
Survival of the fittest
The reign of elitist
Slavery poverty robbery atrocity
Homicide patricide fratricide genocide
It really truly is hard to decide
What the hell The Gods may have decried
Creating a species hell bent on suicide
There may be good hidden in the garbage
But still no reason or need to pay homage
We are not here for any good reason
Just an accident – physics high treason
Morality is not a command from on high
But rather necessity for us to get by
In this heaven or hell we call life here on earth
Something of value to give life worth birth
December 2015
Categories:
priestly, anger, god, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Dark Clouds are gathering over the sea,
and shadows now race across the mudflats.
What use to me now is fitful moonlight
I pray to the gods, for I am in fear
What the sand seizes, it never lets go
Oh Matrones I need to see my way
Sea birds call,
Calling from the marshes.
But are they birds or maybe sprites?
I am the father of the chosen child
This is our holy place.
As it was for those who came before.
A threshold betwixt both Sky and Land
Liminal
A threshold between the land and sea.
And between life and death.
This is our sacred place
I am the father of the chosen child
She has eaten the mistletoe
Here we built our Henge
To worship those we must.
Who knows what they who came before did worship.
And from the Henge we built our crossing place,
A causeway along the lines of power.
Dark Clouds have gathered o’er the sea,
and shadows race across the mud.
What the sand seizes, it never lets go
I pray to the gods, I am in fear
I can hear their priestly chanting
‘Oh great God Taranis,
We offer this life to you’
With one sharp cry
She gives her life
So that the world will carry on
This does not help my pain
I have lost my first borne
Oh Great earth mother, wife to Taranis
Take my child and bless her and save her soul
Something in us fears what’s buried,
What we cannot see.
But we honour this the winter solstice,
With sacrifice.
To Taranis sky king
To Esus earth king
To Matrones wife to both
In the centre of the Henge,
The holy of holies,
The chosen Child.
This blessed child
The saviour of our world
Through her the cycle will renew
Dance round her grave
Widdershins
Lift our voices
In joyful song
Great Gods the clouds have lifted
The new day has dawned
Her sacrifice was not in vain
Categories:
priestly, allegory, father, wife, earth,
Form:
Free verse
“Thick Skinned – What it Feels Like for a Girl”
When you speak
it’s as if stars cascade
out of your mouth
galaxies you produce
musical incantations
that I listen religiously to
I watch your lips
form glistening cupids’ bows
they spread wide open
like the subtle legs
of a forgotten nun
whispering vesper wishes
before priestly sermons
and John Donne
your hushed and salient
remonstrations, you now
plant me in your
sentence,
no, that this should
never have occurred at all
we are irreverent
in our choices
forming new begottens
you usher from the
pulpit of your world
eloquent reasons
to justify wrong from right
right from wrong
as if your internal fortitude
consists within a
mirror universe
deep and soulful
it promises
more than heaven
those curves
and waivers
contracts we signed
some time ago
souls sunk in a
bad marriage
and hushed assurances
of ‘til death do us part weatherin’
kissing the skin
against my throat
the very place
my comeback is primed
to be launched, yours
deliver that kind of
loose compensation
lathered in snake oil
and a clear path
to redemption
that tie my hands
make me mute
I was launched long ago
from safe harbour,
now
off sure
to lay down all my
naked vicious antigens
I have grown in
the petri dish of my
muddy life to fight your
viral love
like diamonds
your words
they sharpen and glisten
cut through
the thick tempered
glass of me,
through the epidermis
of a close-packed woman
you laser your refined tongue
eyes viscerally undressing
you address the wide open
tableau of me, knowing
you adroitly twist your points
penetrating through
to the now
all too familiar
subcutaneous
safe base chakra of me
within a short space of time
I am sold
into
your chicanery
wanting little of the
life that was before
the unfortunate
taming of me
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"What it Feels Like for a Girl"/ Madonna , Paul Oakenfold (Remix)
https://youtu.be/tbtt0WTKqnQ
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/8-steps-that-explain-why-_b_9143360
http://www.hiddenhurt.co.uk/domestic_violence_poems_1.html#learned
https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/7940/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_It_Feels_Like_for_a_Girl
Categories:
priestly, abuse, dark, muse, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
* "s'envoient en l'air": French, literally, for "throwing legs up in the air"; in France - guess, if you can - this phrase means: ???
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997
[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
Categories:
priestly, funny, love,
Form:
Burlesque
It doesn't have to rhyme, in time
its all semantics anyway.
The words to play
into other words and every thing
doesn't need to ring
in rhyme.
Write about how it be.
C-span gobbldegook of terror
committes sit as souls pour out of poverty
services unprovided while
building bombs.
Who cares about the conspiracy
of greed and machismo to
keep us in our place?
Race to the bottom line:
I'm a bank and your black and back off
I'm a mortgage company and your puerto rican
with credit stinkin
have we killed all the Indians yet?
Without the news the blues
is mindless sitcom cons
or
when the polls close the winner will be named
before the count
you is out.
Show me the beef
stay obese for spiritually
priestly pedophiles.
A perpetration of a preponderance of b.s.
reigns in the land of the
locked in
locked up
bondage of souls
dreamin' the great dream of a house
to be blown away in a storm,
or run over by a Free Way.
What's mine ... ?
Rage.
Categories:
priestly, history, life, philosophy, social,
Form:
Free verse
Jimmy, you beat it once
but now it's back, full force
Now we shall see the power of prayer
to remove the threatening dark horse
Cancer is a vile disease
we were with you then
and we are with you now
to practice the power of prayer
Though this time is not as the last
for one who is in Priestly study,
to show compassion as a friend
and pray as a theology student
yes one can do both, perhaps
that may make it more powerfull
that power of prayer, that we share
I want you to know that it is there
you beat it once with the power of prayer, you can do it again.
May the Lord grasp that cancer and pluck it from your body, and bring you back
to the wholeness you were, for yourself and Linda my Q10, my best friend.......
In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit We Pray.............
Taz
Categories:
priestly, faithpower, cancer,
Form:
Free verse
The rented hall ways so surreal.
Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal.
Forgive my dropping a time bomb.
Taking Mother to the prom.
Our student body didn't shake.
All others escorted steady dates.
A proclivity prom, above all others.
Our band encrypted, "The Righteous Brothers".
Bobby Hatfield's introverted eyes, somehow.
Deeply scanned the milk punch bowl.
Imposter bandits, smuggled from Jersey.
Spiked the punch bowl, with laced heresy.
Setting alumnus minds; off and reeling.
We never, "Lost that Loving Feeling".
Alas, by now you must have guessed.
A convert Baptist to Catholic to Buddhist.
Thanked and Blessed.
Times worn quickly it seems.
I betrothed the crowned prom queen.
If begets lead to further begetting.
Trumpet in the table setting.
Now, before I forget to mention.
I'm Chief Commander of the United Nations.
The priestly Buddhist Monk is my adjunct.
No!!, pundits from paltry pulpits Shout.
No needed pouting, I'll get put out.
Covetous opponents horns, a' Blow-in.
I hold cards, but none are show-in.
That female candidate, can she insist.
A real, lopsided bubble purist.
Piling coals upon my trouble list.
She never, "Closes Her Eyes Anymore when Her Lips are Kissed".
Dear Jesus, may I adorn my Bobby Hatfield headphones.
Appreciating a, past on, baritones gigs.
Someone strummed an evil trick.
Thank You, for Your promised Rainbow.
One end of the spectrum, birth and mirth.
The other end death, it seems much worse.
"It Makes Me Just Feel Like Crying".
"You are My Soul and Highest My Highest Inspiration".
Pressure doesn't bother me at all.
What casts my craw into the fiery jowl.
How all my works got twisted.
As tho, I took your Mom to the prom.
Hoped betterment of bastion dorms.
Face radiance of holistic norms.
Is "Something Beautiful Dying".
Categories:
priestly, inspirational,
Form: