Best Saints Poems
On the eve of All Saints Day known as Halloween
We've a night where nothing is ever as it seems
Abraham, Martin and John hosted a grand ball
In heaven’s huge castle, a white marble town hall
Dancing and singing just like every other day
One old soul grew weary of celebrating this way
She found nothing special in the harps and trumpets
A more exciting venue she had come to covet
St. Peter partied, his gate was unattended
So to a room below the bored soul descended
A place where heavy metal was all the rave
Deadheads converged to stomp violently on graves
She was tempted to join in their revelry
As demons eyed her with curious envy
One grabbed her halo, howled when it burned his hands
Others confronted her with obscene demands
Only then did she recall escaping this place
When God sacrificed his son, mortal sin to erase
Although hands of the wicked tried to hold her down
She struggled, pushed forward and made her way uptown
Fearfully she cried while knocking on heaven’s gate
St. Peter found her in this emotional state:
“Why didn’t you learn to resist temptation,
During your tenuous Earthly incarnation?”
At a loss for an answer, she pled for mercy
And Peter felt inclined to deem her unworthy
But the Master heard her prayers, granted a reprieve
He blessed her and uttered, “Welcome home again, Eve.”
Her departure from Eden seemed so long ago
And now most certainly one thing she did know
She should have stuck with Adam when he first said, “No”
Instead of bobbing for apples with the demons below
* For Tony Brooks' “Halloween Hustle” contest
The path to take for all is shown -
saints and sinners; sinners and saints.
God loves us, for we are His own.
The path to take for all is shown.
Since days of old, the truth’s been known.
Though all that’s good the darkness taints,
the path to take for all is shown -
saints and sinners; sinners and saints.
Oct. 28, 2016
The Firemen were ready for their competition, as excitement did abound.
Then in flew Super Dragon, while landing, he mowed his buddies down.
Yep, he had landed tail over appetite, but of course, that they did expect.
As one lassoed him, with the hose, before he again, took the fire truck out.
Those firemen are truly fast thinkers, even when knocked from their feet.
But Dragon is on their team, so they know to expect the worst, you see!
So when Dragon breathed his normal fiery sigh of relief, they knew to…
Throw the usual bucket of water in his face, as they always, normally do!
Then everybody hugged Dragon, as he smiled, a REALLY WHOLE LOT!
For firemen are a special breed, that know how to enjoy the spice of life!
For spice, Dragon gives them, with no exceptions, every blooming time.
Wise, at the Hose Hoist, they let him blow the whistle at the starting line.
When it melted, for the Forcible Entry Event, he was given the bell to chime.
And when he got his head stuck in it… Don’t ask how… We do NOT know!
He was the Victim Rescued, when the Jaws of Life was used, to let him go.
Then they gave him a flag, to use at the finish line… to flag the winner down.
Yep! He was part of their obstacle course, as he tripped, a few, he didn’t intend!
He then became, of course, the Dummy, they carried to that Events final End.
And he was the honored spray target, on the Hose Event, later on my friend!
The Climbing the Ladder with the Hose Event… now seemed easy, in the end.
You see, Dragon being Dragon, simply doesn’t bother them… No! Not at all!
For they’re the He-Men Firemen, Quoting Dragon ‘The BESTEST of them all!’
And as Dr. Seuss says ‘Why fit in… when you were born to stand out.’ And…
‘Watch where you step. For life is a great balancing Act.’
Or ‘You’ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut.’
To that, we know, Dragons not to be missed, or he’ll accidentally mow you down!
And just so you’ll know, our Firemen are also, the best Dragon wranglers around.
They stay vigilant, and keep their eyes open, when Dragons’ around. You can bet!
For they’re The Undivided Winners, Definitely the Bestest Firemen- you can get!
Written by Carol Eastman 6-2-2016
Of Saints And Sinners
Within the sacrificial selfless silence
The seditious spirit stands in defiance
With salient scars of eternal echoes
Amongst the meditating melodious meadows
Sinister sins compound in complexity
Where demon deeds are devoured devilishly
Macabre masters of the medieval mind
Disengaged discipline of the consciously confined
The saint and sinner must coherently co-exist
One restrains of thoughts the other can not resist
Erosive entombment in the somatic solitudes
As both struggle within the manqué multitudes.
Oct.28.2016
Saints and Sinners - Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".
Well my husband said "How old was she.""
"Ninety-eight".
A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..
While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?
My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".
The cousin proceeded to tale this story.
"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what
was going on ...."
The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or
any other funeral home director that he knew."
The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."
She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called
her home..
The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the
way..
Tales of saints and sinners of ancient times
Where human nature becomes the paradigm
And the green eyed monster reared its ugly head
In the dust one brother lay dead
A tale of strength, but man was weak
And from his lips his secret slipped
As his lover's betrayal wreaked
his demise, and all his strength was stripped
Julius Caesar the perpetual king
No saint was he but fate did bring
him to a gruesome end
Lured to his death by a so called friend
Friendships often turn to dust
When betrayal is the sin from those we trust
From the everyday hubbub I have often fled
to share the stillness enjoyed by the dead.
Over chimes that mark the quarter and the hour
noisy Crows play hide and seek around the tower.
Cross beneath the arch and through the gate
to those here bearing witness to our fate.
Marked by gently listing weathered stone
they lie here all together, all alone.
Through village history I slowly pass
borne on the ebb and flow of unmown grass.
Sarah Smith, taken in eighteen thirty-one
her past just twelve years old, her future gone.
Another Sarah, Eames, near the main porch,
each facet of her tomb topped by a torch.
In a corner by the hedge with beard of moss
a solitary ornate Celtic cross.
Reverend Ogle, keeper once of Church and grounds
now waiting for the final trumpet's sound.
Another cross, lain flat with hole for flowers
rests darkly in the shadow of the tower.
Wind and weather from it's face the name long taken
unknown, but unto God is unforsaken.
Inside the Church in amber candleglow
stand the Alabaster Angels- and they know.
Respectfully I pick my way back to the gate
till next time, and eternity, they wait.
One last glance back, then time to move along,
All Saints calls out the hour
the Crows are gone
Remarkable people, leave their mark, on this forlorn world.
The name for them, we hold quite dear, they are known as saints.
We so revere, these folks of love; though they were poor and worn.
These martyrs, we remember, by casting them in stone and paint.
Sacred iconography cannot show respect.
Respect is earned, only by its giving; remember saints with love.
Remember, saints watch from above; to mock them, is to reject.
The saints, they gave a precious gift; they gave their life and love.
These saint have made their mark on earth; passing life’s tough tests.
Respect them well, for they watch over, all souls upon this earth.
They’ll help you, get through tough times; teaching what is best.
For they have learned, hard survival, since the day of their birth.
Every country, creed and race, have their own loved saints.
They’ve lived and loved; cared and suffered; all without complaint.
Faithful few
Filled the
Firmament with
Fundamental fervour
Finally finding, through
Fastidious fellowship,
Future fanatical friends and
Fulfilling the fine frequency
Favourable for forgiveness.
Finally.
As long as Saints roam the Earth,
There will always be hope for humankind.
I see them most days,
When out and about,
I feel their touch,
And bear witness to their forbearance,
As they persevere to overcome,
Difficulties we would not dream possible.
I hear about them nightly on the news,
And find them in most books,
They venture into dark places,
And make visits to people we shun.
Should we one day forget they are only human,
And one straw too many may still break their backs,
That will be a day of great peril,
With the grace of God,
Humankind's only means of deliverance.
"Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future"
-Oscar Wilde
Saints aren’t always saints, sinners aren’t always sinners,
freedom comes with a price even when you’re ready-
Life can be a rummage of contending losers and winners,
yet aloof in the assessment of what is worthy or petty.
Saints are also sinners, sinners are also saints,
who are we to separate them from each other?
Many can take advantage of free will, others show restraint,
then just tell me, who are we to judge one another?
Saints can be saints, just as sinners can be sinners,
forget who we are let’s move past this comparison-
It’s like adjudicating who is fat and who is thinner,
when in reality we should all try to be good Samaritans.
There is a fine line between deeming whose better or worse,
after all, weren’t we all created with the choice of free will?
Yes, there is much evil in the world, but also good of course,
yet, society is unfortunately judged upon ineptness and skill.
To fill this world with notions of superiority or of trespassing-
is like saying there is no difference between hell and the everlasting.
October 28, 2016
Two great teams take the field
In the end one must yield
Does destiny not await fate
Two quarterbacks who are great
As giants collide on the line
Receivers catch in perfect time
Backs with power and speed
Rise up to spread their seed
Although, once again in the end
Defense has a message to send
New Orleans can finally grin
As the, “Saints go marching in”
Even though one team had to lose
Every player filled champions shoes
What a game huh, "I reckon,
"who dat," proved who they are.
Written for Brian's contest.
The Saints, in crypts and catacombs graced halos still aglow
Walking down to cemetery
with their pretty chrysanthemums,
the people talk their way to graves.
They hang out, if they want, all day.
With their pretty chrysanthemums,
they do make a pleasant picture -
one for Selfies if they have brought
cell phones up to cemetery.
The people talk their way to graves,
but they don't have to be sad words.
A jolly time - convivial -
cemetery jaunt, if you will.
They hang out, if they want, all day,
and headstones will be polished clear.
Lovely backdrop for the flowers!
(My small survey of All Saints' Day.)
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10/13/2015
Contest - Shall We Retourne
Sponsor - Debbie Guzzi
A win
Today’s feast is All Saints day.
Do you have any friends there
With whom you’d like to pray?
Ask them to say one for you.
They will, you know.
They always do.
They know where we’re at .
They’ve been there too.
They’d love to give us a hand
And guide our way through.
Today’s feast is All Saints Day.
Got one batting for you?