Best Rosary Poems
Oh that I had wings
like a dove!
for then would I fly away,
and be at rest.
~Psalm 55:6
Lord, I swore not to weep,
yet here in the darkness
that precedes sleep
I find them~
regret, grief, anger, relief~
rivers down my cheek.
For: BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
November 8, 2021
Rosary
59 beads
4 Mysteries
Joyful Mysteries
Luminous Mysteries
Sorrowful Mysteries
Glorious Mysteries
The cross signifies crucifixion
Plus 59 Mysteries
10 small beads in 1 Mystery
3rd Joyful Mystery, the Birth of Jesus
1st Luminous Mystery, Baptism of Jesus to Christ
5th Sorrowful Mystery, the Crucifixion
1st Glorious Mystery, The resurrection
Once there was a man called Mathew Ray
Seems to commune with nature with no gay
Reciting the rosary reverse
To save the laws of universe
Bloody would anyone for such cause spoil a day!
28-11-2013.
written for the contest "Any poem goes" by Poet Destroyer
Gravity is a cage, welded by God.
To confine greed and selfish curiosities.
To restrain this plague called us.
This lonely orb should be allowed to colonize.
Ingest life from deep space eyes.
Follow a rainbow to its end.
Bend time around our wishes.
Sleep in the seams of space.
Offer a rosary to an alien race...
and pray their hearts are different from ours.
The skull suffocates the brain.
Keeps us from knowing our truest destiny.
The brain should be allowed to drift about
like a great red storm cloud.
Sniffing God out.
Travel at the speed of mind.
Ingest today and times gone by.
Feed all there is to feed.
See all there is to see.
In the moonlight she stood beside his tiny bed,
looking down in tenderness on ringleted head--
Her little boy softly cradled in dream filled sleep.
What dreams were these? Into that land she wished to creep
and join the playtime he enjoyed with skipping sheep.
Around his form she drew the sheet and kissed his face
then tiptoed out and down the hall to her own place
where in her own mother dreams she would sweetly trace
her darling child who filled her loving heart with joy.
She did not stir; one tiny sigh was all her boy
released as guarding wings swept by the little toys;
an angel leaning softly down lifted her heart
her pride, her joy and those white wings did upward start,
wide spread, cleaving the air for heaven's rampart,
leaving only the imprint of his childish form.
Baptized with grief the sheets that bear his baby form;
her empty hands trace the outline of a cruciform,
a rosary of tears she wears till heaven calls.
Copyright, July 4, 2016
Rosary
59 beads
4 Mysteries
Joyful Mysteries
Luminous Mysteries
Sorrowful Mysteries
Glorious Mysteries
Cross
Plus 59 Mysteries
5 beads in 1 Mystery
3rd Joyful Mystery, the Birth of Jesus
1st Luminous Mystery, Baptism of Jesus to Christ
5th Sorrowful Mystery, the Crucifixion
1st Glorious Mystery, The resurrection
Rosary
59 beads
4 Mysteries
Joyful Mysteries
Luminous Mysteries
Sorrowful Mysteries
Glorious Mysteries
The cross signifies crucifiction
Plus 59 Mysteries
10 small beads in 1 Mystery
3rd Joyful Mystery, the Birth of Jesus
1st Luminous Mystery, Baptism of Jesus to Christ
5th Sorrowful Mystery, the Crucifixion
1st Glorious Mystery, The resurrection
Once, I was trapped behind a dump truck.
It moved like a slug with black lung.
Belching God-awful noises.
Tossing gravel like a widower tosses tears...
Every time a piece struck my grill.
I'd winced like a stray dog cowering before a steel-toed world.
I said a little prayer for my 10-year-old car.
It was a long road, but it was finally over.
The belching ceased.
The devil truck was going one way; I was going the other.
A pretty sunset was underway...
The next morning, I checked for damage.
A few chips and some small scrapes.
I slowly straightened up.
The moment felt quite blessed.
And I smiled.
A young Priest received an assignment
to a desolate, faraway sight.
The Bishop went for a visit
to make sure everything was alright.
The Bishop advised the young Padre
then asked "How do you like being here?"
The Priest replied "It's been real easy to cope
because of my Rosary and beer."
"Before you go on your way, my Grace
now that I've heard what you think.
How about a glass of beer for the road?
Hey Rosary - Bring the Bishop a drink!"
Each day I leave my room
And walk on down the hall
'Til I reach the Chapel
With the Cross upon the wall.
As I enter I see Mary
Then Jesus on the Cross
I kneel to pray the rosary
Beginning with Her loss.
Each decade is said with love
Whether spoken fast or slow
Then I'll stop and ask for help
When I'm feeling low.
And when I'm weak and frightened
I ask for prayers of calm
So at the end of the rosary
My Mother makes me strong.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
"Blessed is the one, whom walketh not...." Psalm 1
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Staring at this rosary
Its cross, its beads
Pressing it within my hand
Remembering....
When it was first given unto me
Catholic I have never been
But it is the blessing of faith
In which I now see~
One of my best friends grew up
Attnding services at Saint Lukes
Many that I knew, really....
When I was but a child
And then a young man
Lost, within my own world
Never knowing the meaning of the cross
Not truly; nor did I know God?
But a few times I went
Sitting aside them, amid the crowded pews
Once upon a Christmas Eve, I did
I remember that time
When I laughed out loud
Everyone stared, before I rose and left
The double hand carved doors
Closing, this moment behind me....
A few years would pass by after this
Before I ever returned again
With a urn full of poisoned sins
Which I had gathered along lifes way
But it all seems distant unto me now
As I gaze upon this rosary within my hand
Knowing that mercy for some reason, undeserved
Had one night visited, within a dream....
Removing these shackles forever
The walls that held me solumn
Upon the paths, where once I stood
"This Cross!"....As I peer beyond its meaning
Across the valley floors, which I have tread
Seeing clearer, the truths of Heaven
And that its love, is meant for all~
All, that shall come just as they are....
Closing forever, these hand carved doors!?
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~ The Rosary ~
Sign of the Cross
Our Father
3 Hail Mother Marys
1st Luminous Mystery
Our Father
10 Hail Mother Mary's
Glory Be…
2nd Luminous Mystery
Our Father
10 Hail Mother Mary's
Glory Be…
3rd Luminous Mystery
Our Father
10 Hail Mother Mary's
Glory Be…
4th Luminous Mystery
Our Father
10 Hail Mother Mary's
Glory Be…
5th Luminous Mystery
Hail Holy Queen
Prayer to Archangel Raphael
Litany of Blessed Mother Mary
Litany of Divine Truth
Sign of the Cross
A gaze at uncertainty in your meal time
A wave of poverty in your surroundings
Which one will spoil your hunger?
What will kill your taste buds?
Nothing for sure can eat you
Unless you have eaten something else
A pinch of salt in your sweat
It refuses to give up its taste
A pale edge of your empty plate
It refuses to smile at your disposal
A moment when mind forgets to remember
A moment when mind remembers to forget
Matters of convenience and coincidence
All this happens in our daily life
We keep a bread for the day
Shrinks by the evening, rots by the fifth day
Filth by a weeks time, frozen in your next working day
Weeks after, you meet them all in your wounds
Your despair, your inertia, your pathos and vanity
All is known to submit to the season of red black winters
Same applies to my black rosary with red cross in my chest
John preached of penitence with amazing eloquence,
Many was the man he led from sin.
He came, he’d often say, only to prepare the way,
For the One to come, mightier than him.
T’was a day like any other, John was standing in the water
Baptizing anyone who would repent.
Then came the Son of Man, in fulfillment of God’s plan,
For from the Father was He truly sent.
The Holy Spirit came down like a dove out of the sky,
Then in a voice like thunder we could hear the Father cry,
“This is my beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased.”
We’d asked John who he was, and I guess it was because
We were waiting for Messiah to appear.
We thought that John might be the very one to set us free.
He said he wasn’t but that One was near.
Then he said, “Behold the Lamb.” And we didn’t understand
But we followed where he said that we should go.
It was Jesus, called the Christ, Who had come to pay the price
For the sin that happened oh so long ago.
The Holy Spirit came down like a dove out of the sky,
Then in a voice like thunder we could hear the Father cry,
“This is my beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased.”
So, we followed Him that day, the Truth, the Life, the Way,
The twelve of us who knew He was the One.
We followed where He led, listened to all that He said.
And tried to do what we thought He’d have done.
Though with water John baptized, One we learned to recognize
Came to give the Spirit to us one and all.
For John has testified to what he’d seen with his own eyes
And we responded when we heard the call.
The Holy Spirit came down like a dove out of the sky,
Then in a voice like thunder we could hear the Father cry,
“This is my beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased.”
She kissed me on the face when
She left this morning, me still
Half-sleep-safe under the blanket,
Leaving for work kissing not on the lips.
And last night lying on the couch,
Tired flung limbs just touching,
Did her foot inch away?
The next time of kissing goodbye I
Push on the edge of expected ardor;
Saturday night kiss on Tuesday morning,
Gauging the response for hair-fine
Nuances in return. A wisp of stray
Hair tucked behind her left ear
And she’s gone.
Needlepoint holes seep air and threaten
a leak of my calm; small tears rent in the shell
Of my love-self. And I almost ask
What it is or might be. And I toss about
Possible answers in my head.
The not-knowing hangs around my neck
And I worry it,
Lingering on each separate cold
Rosary bead, counting doubts.