In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.
Categories:
disobeys, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Take me to the altar, Lord
Show me how to pray
Let not my words sound as though
I am the one who disobeys
Open my heart and teach my soul
How to listen and how too obey
Before my mind closes and my body turns to clay
For in you, I know there is a way
Show me that doorway and reveal the way
Before my spirit starts too decay
Let my soul know it will be okay
Precious savior don't send me away
I no longer choose to stray
Let me learn how to repay for all the things
I have done throughout the day
Categories:
disobeys, prayer,
Form: Free verse
someday you will find the person to call you princess
see it radiate through the blush of your cheeks
your hushed laughter muffled by your hand
the way your hair disobeys your constant tucks and twists
behind your delicate ears
the gravel in your voice that never shifts
the way clothes drape on your curves; never cling.
Princess will be your name,
the way your match describes your smirks
and the way you twirl the jewelry around your joints
how you write your names together
and the doodles you do in the margin
the way you play with broken nails
and stroke your forehead when you're going to weep,
your lover will look longingly at you
and your perfect regal ways
will leave him thinking
my,
oh my my,
Categories:
disobeys, preschool, princess, prison,
Form: Free verse
A school in a village without any pastel –
Divine Child which never cares for riel
Strives for excellence. Does propel
The children upwards and rebel
Against injustice gigantic or sea shell;
Strives to let its stars and carvings excel
With the artistic hands of its roselle.
All play ups and disobeys did she quell
For all discourteous and insolent is knell.
Insurgencies and Illiteracy repel
As soon as they hear Divine’s yell.
She made IAS, engineer and Laurel
Who are shining brightly in parallel.
The capacity to write is more in noel
As during Christmas less is evil’s spell
And more golly and blimey impel.
She is still like a nice damoiselle
Not touched by corruption or rebel.
This is pond. In it many a Raphael
Have drowned to break a cell
From which brains emerged like sail
Which drove young minds to foretell
Their future. With Anandi ma’am’s spell
She still does prosper, flourish and excel.
Categories:
disobeys, student,
Form: Monorhyme
The threatening nature of
artificial objects,
not snow dropping from pines
nor windows shattered with frost
but the flight of keys and bells
and all that begs for
subtle asides,
all that is malevolent for this,
all that falls,
that disobeys my hands,
those white apes mapped
with the veins of the Via Dolorosa,
all things that make my dry box spin,
my body does not follow me,
I often seem to look
over my shoulder
at the dark detective of age.
Categories:
disobeys, emotions,
Form: Free verse
while the silent moon is above the horizon,
the teeth grind to block the ears to
allegoric noises in the head
of crumbling paper in the hands,
screeching fingernails on a metal piece,
squealing chalk on the board.
the disarrayed thoughts
like untidy paperwork,
An emotional chaos is creating void in the chest
and the unrest mind disobeys to sleep.
Categories:
disobeys, conflict, sleep,
Form: Free verse
A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH
The silky pearly-white soft skin, beneath her comb's dark beams
and her intriguing olive eyes' attentive, thoughtful gaze,
behind the night's befalling veil, with elegance supreme,
like mystic crypts enchant the men and cause infernal blaze.
Involuntarily transmits her messages across
a forest nymph expands her spell beneath the moonlight's phase,
beguiles the thoughts; romantic dream her cherry lips of gloss
the nightly creatures stuns and laws of reason disobeys.
Untamed, a diamond in the rough, the nymph in darkness shines
without a partner to escort her dance beneath the sky,
denies to coexist with men, proposals she declines,
and so belongs to breezy streams, that lift her image high.
© Olive Eloisa Guillermo, 08-20-2014, All Rights Reserved
(Quatorzain or Iambic heptameter
Categories:
disobeys, inspirational, poverty, rights,
Form: Quatorzain
A less serious matter
Does not observe moral law
Disobeys the moral law in a grave matter
Without full knowledge
Without complete consent
While he is in the flesh
Man cannot help
Have at least light sins
But do not despise these sins
Which is called “light”
When you take them for light
Weigh them
Tremble when you count them
What then is our hope?
Above all
Reconciliation
Penance
Confession
(CCC 1863)
Categories:
disobeys, devotion, faith, religion, light,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
When the mind with numbers grappled
The heart with thoughts dabbled
When the eyes on the ledgers are fixed
The soul with different hues mixed
To keep the different personas
From trespassing I strive hard
When one dominates the other
The other retards
The heart disobeys the mind
The mind reproves the heart
The tug of war continues
The form bearing the wrath
At last the form too rebels
Expressing in its own way
This story is not new
Has spared only a few
Some say follow the mind
Some say follow the heart
But is not the mind incomplete
Without the company of the heart
One signifies necessity
The other desire
To strike a balance between the two
Lies the success of the affair
Categories:
disobeys, lifeheart, heart,
Form: Verse