Dolphin women joined the pink convent
It was a hullaballoo, said my cousin Kent.
The dolphin men tried to crash in too.
But alas, they were turned away in Kalamazoo.
I hear they wear pink hoods and capes said one.
That’s a rumor said my auntie whose name is Munn.
The men are all about trying to get in is what I heard.
They are acting crazy about it, silly, kind of absurd.
Biting and awful events!
I had to pray in convents.
You had come but left early
And you were meant an ally.
Less time you had spent with me,
With others I had felt not free.
You were my wished pet you know:
I could not leave you to grow...
My chosen classic partner,
John the Baptist forerunner:
I had been your good refuge
And would still have been quite huge.
Why didn't you in sewage
Discard hurting subterfuge?
The blows of hammering pain
Not washed away by the rain:
Who is swept away by blaze
Its sad memory shall raise...
Engulfed you were by the clouds,
Your voice unheard though quite loud.
The endless is always long,
Shortens it not touching song...
It's ended fraternity
For a damned eternity
Convent
I think of you now,
Why I do not know.
You made an impression upon me.
How? I cannot answer.
You just did.
I know now I miss you.
Yearn to be by your side.
I just want you to know this.
That I miss you and think of you.
Some will call it wrong.
We live in a world of rules.
But who can or will rule a human heart?
I think of you right now...
New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
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
Walking With My Mother Past Ursuline Convent and Orphanage (Camp Street)
she remembered
meals eaten in silence
agar jelly dessert, the bitterness of seaweed
washed down with milk
rounders with the girls –
the clack of the bat connecting with the ball
exhilaration running the bases
later in the dorm Sister Mary Alphonse
called an early silence
(to quell excitement ?)
daily chapel - once for mass, twice for prayers
standing, kneeling behind
the black wall of nuns
praying for love
and sardine sandwiches
her mother used to make
secrets with lovely Peggy
whose despair became unbearable -
surely God forgave her
longing for love, a husband, children
someone to need her
to start living
Habits are scattered in every cubicle
the veils are seen hanging on walls
the rosaries are play things for rats
there is no sign of life in living room
What comes to mind is a place for Nuns
long ago deserted for something better
could be disaster befell home of celibates
no one was there to tell the real story
The old dirty utensils bear glaring witness
but smell of Sisterhood still linger in air
the holiness of the novitiate is not lost
when chalice and bibles lie idle on tables
In the neighborhood are goons of pleasure
enjoying their lifestyles in styles and pomp
as they shout; Hurrah, “hurrah let them go
wrong and ugly history brought them here
This is the freedom we fought with hot blood
liberty to do what we want, even to destroy
that is the life most perfect here for all today
religious life unpatriotic, pagan freedom sanity."
You exonerate me always as eye candy,
displayed as such, a temple to your dreams
away and out of reach, my present dandy;
include you in my search for these extremes.
To leer and confiscate towardly,
a faith in you, that this my own portrays
Catholicsm, not disorderly
contains the stark reality displays.
My thoughts of you accept repentence like,
I speak, amidst the silence of an ear
for soft tribunes of sympathtic strike
incur a love that some say disappear.
O! Father have I not refrained from seeing,
glimpses of the man whose hide and seek
shall flower this enchantment of well-being
lovelorn duties meeting you this week.
I offer invitation from the soul,
a freedom that without it, makes me whole.