Best Saint Poems

In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were now well underway
To hold a party in his honour on this Saint Patrick's day.

She, Anaya, Deb, Tania and Lin had decorated the saloon in green
And to make it the best...

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Happy Valentine's Day
                                     Dear martyr in heaven's 
           ...

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a carpenter chisels creativity ~ his son saves souls

[First of May: Here in Malta, apart from celebrating Labour Day, 
we also celebrate the Feast of St. Joseph the Worker.] 

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A Work Perspective Monoku...

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A little girl approached her mother and said to her one day
"Santa Claus is not real, that's what all my friends say"
 Her tears began to well up and she started to cry
And said "Mommy, Is Santa Claus real or is he a lie ?".

Her mom was taken aback that she'd been put to the...

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Saint Tropez is a summer town.
Smaller than it ought to be, really.
Like when you realize the French quarter,
in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide and long.

In the fall, there’s a feeling of disuse in Saint Tropez.
A turquoise bike leans haggard against a tree,
and summer leaves gather in gutters like trash.
Your appearance in a bar...

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*Sung to the tune of Elton John’s “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.”  Intended to be taken 
humorously.  


“When are you gonna grow up?
It is in jail you will land
You’ll have to stay after class
And I’ll be talking to your old man”


     “You know you can’t hold me forever
  ...

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Well bless me soul 'tis that time o' the year

   To partake of corned beef, cabbage and beer

      To meet at Flanagan's Pub

         For socializin' and grub

            Again to...

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Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they...

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Off, Seamus marched with a swagger,
Yet, soon, he slowed, that sly lagger.
Then, not very far,
He snuck to a bar:
By noon, his march was a stagger.



March 17, 2017
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We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.  God is the friend of silence.  See how nature-trees, flowers, grass-grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…We need silence to be able to touch souls—Mother Teresa [Anjezë Gonxhe Bojaxhiu]
“But Jesus...

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Communities are built on pioneer toil and generational links,
with building, road and railway, applied to how a council thinks.
There’s sporting ties and country hall, to form the social hub,
and of course a meeting place - the central local pub.

Settlers come from o’er the world to satisfy their dream,
clearing land and felling trees with axe and...

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In a far off place in a cold cold land there lived a man called Mr. Mack. The place he lived in was called Kirkland Lake. Kirkland Lake was small as cities go, but it was big in heart. I think living in cold places makes people chip in to help each other. You know,...

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Her Presence always was a quiet glow,
A morning all the day, and through the night.
And, while she slept, white radiance did show
Uplifted from the earth, her form grown light.
Like her, Spring spills forth waking on all things,
On sleeping hills, on nascent pomegranate,
On curling bear-cub, everything that sings!
And curled-up leaves, yawn, stretch, embrace bright  planet!
There...

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My halo has small crack that no one else can see...
Its my little secret that stays below and never shall fly free...
 
I hold a door and tip my hat ,but an angel that's not me...
If I pull out a chair or give up my seat its what I want to be...

Saints and sinners I...

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His soul was calloused from being hidden, protected, defended.  His voice lacked the listen harder whisper of the preacher’s temptations.  He claimed to be just another “foul-mouthed saint” unraveling the mystery of life’s implications.  Yet he possessed a charm, a beguiling attitude that invited interest, an aura of “something” you just couldn’t...

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