You're like a history untold
In the minds of those who pray
Like a message made of gold
Longingly waiting for the day...
Your might moves the sun
And enchants it with a spell
You're a love that does not shun
In the hearts and souls, you dwell.
How I wish I could unfold
The meaning of such vision
To cast the words that were untold
And save the world from perdition
I shall row my boat to course
On way to salvation
Like a pilgrim on a horse.
Your heart is my mission.
March 25, 2023
you're a living mystery
in the minds of those who pray
like a message in a code
longingly waiting to be told
your might moves the sun
and enchants it with a spell
your love does not shun
in the hearts of men, you dwell
how i wish i could unfold
the meaning of such vision
to cast the words that were untold
and save the world from perdition
i shall row my boat to course
on way to salvation
i'm a pilgrim with a torch
your heart is my mission
What is Fatima is it land is it a place
Whom is Fatima
Is it a one is it a woman full of grace
Our Lady of Fatima performer of miracles
O Hallelujah hallelujah again and Amen
All whom believe miracle of the sun
You who are Mother of the son
Three Shepherd children had seen her
Lumerous Lady believed to be holy Virgin Mary Fatima
Prayers praise my God I believe I adore I hope
I love you Father pardon me
For those whom don't relieve
Mercy forgive those who don't believe
O Hallelujah hallelujah again and again Amen
Don't adore won't hope for
And love you Our Lady of Fatima
Performer of miracles
Whom all believe miracle of the sun
You who mother the son
Children Shepherd three has seen her Lumerous Lady
O hallelujah hallelujah again and again Amen
Lady Fatima
11/11/20
For FATIMA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored By: KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN
Our Lady of Fátima
Our lady of the Rosary.
So young and beautiful you were,
Absolute flawless poetry.
The mother chosen
For your adoration,
Your love true devotion
To give the world God's Son.
The Lord is with thee.
Us sinners, our whispers
Ask to keep us in your prayers.
You appeared in a flash of light,
Brighter than the sun
On the holm oak tree in Fatima
To the faithful requesting devotion
Promising comfort.
You ask for peace of the world.
11/7/2020
Fatima Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
https://www.bluearmy.com/the-story-of-fatima/
Shining like the sun -
whether it be the virgin
in children’s visions
or the mother of one’s soul . . .
she blazes perfection’s path
Nov. 1, 2020 for the Fatima Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
FATIMA
Marion visions 1917 — what if the flock missed the Son?*
10/25/2020
Contest: Fatima
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
*alternate viewpoint
For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus… 1 Timothy 2:5 NIV
A beauty, a jewel, a lovely bright star
A beacon of hope is the girl that you are
Wondering each day
Why Muhammad's away
You'll always search for him no matter how far.
Culminated cloud cluster promotes ghost apparition
Robed in purity unearthly, portrayed as only option
Virgin white vision given blindly adopted approbation
Vulnerable youngsters succumb to scare doctrine
Commanding loyalty to solitary living love, avoidance
Real application sways wavering suitable standard
Message to refrain from rambunctious enjoyed by us
Marries happy with demean mist canon demanded
Susceptible pious victims of supercilious Lady Fatima
Follow sparse path shadowed in shame, illiteracy
Denied desire, myth written inhibits discerning latitude
Dogma's reason thinly rationed induces celebacy
Discipline within cage fears imminent mire of purgatory
Unlocked box predicts scrutiny of scare strung thesis
Indulging choice embraces mortal meridian exploratory
Ridicule of able arm splint, creed's hypnosis releases
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : Fatima
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Fatima my best friend was a women of grit and courage
trekking and mountaineering were her hobbies
she was exact opposite of me
One late evening back from work she was left alone in bus
there were four male passengers besides her
all four of them together tried to assault her
she fought bravely with all strength she could muster
pushed three of them out of the bus
and somehow managed to jump out
Broken leg full of pain she still caught an auto and came back home
First to doctor, then to police station
She refused to rest
At the court room she asked for the convicts to be brought in front of her
Looking at their eyes she recounted all that happened shamelessly
Then she looked at judge and roared like a lioness
How can anybody prove attempt to rape tell me?
Is it not unfair to ask a rape victim to testify she was assaulted?
How can court expect her to remember it all when she was busy fighting for her life?
I have no evidence except my broken legs and pain and anguish
She fell down unconscious
.
Case was judged in her favour.
She was a strong women indeed
She made me my first reticule when I was ten years of age
cutting an empty javex container she basketed the base
then used her crochet to knit the yellow phentex into a purse,
including a string to gather and hug the curve of my hand;
In that moment , she taught me how to treasure things
and put them inside soft places
where they could be hidden, from the rest of the world;
My mother, my confident, my first best friend,
stitched to my heart the memory of her actions
as I the soakant in souled her like a kiss
Inside the satchel I kept an Avon sachet, "basket of scented violets"
and the memory of those blessed hands.
If I close my eyes I can still recall the statue that sat in our living room
Our Lady Of Fatima
Three elective children, The Leonardi Clan" praying the rosary on plastic covered couches;
Mom was our compass of faith, as we prayed,
I thought of my little pouch, and all the treasures I stored inside.
October 18, 2020
Fatima Shines Faithfully
Mellifluous musk exudes her every facette of sentience
A mosque’s dome protects and shelters a loving embrace
Compound eyes watch over a union made in spiritual sanctuary
Fatima knows and exchanges her vow with Fiona Peace be with them and with all
Not gold they seek just love in every aspect of body mind and tolerant essence
Patina green and humble reflects from a church of fruition
When the chakra of love transcends religion with ancient tutelage
Colour gender and creed do not matter when lips meet their oyster
A kiss for freedom a touch of their hands a ring of souls and tender caress
Sweet perfume and pheromones mingle with literate books of all times
28th June 2018
When the mountain goes home
Remember how to use the Valley
Roses are costly than the diamond
If the eyes of the coming rain beckon
Remember how your name was written
on the hairy soul of the sun before the saints
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I can't explain who I am through your eyes
Send me your love when tomorrow comes
Dear Fatima, your soul is my soup to leak
Your eyes is my satelite of dreams and hope
Tarry here till eternity comes in glory
Then shall I make my heart your home.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Fatima
A lady rich, perfumed and dressed splendidly was driven
by her liveried chauffeur to Lisbon when she, at a certain
point asked her driver to stop; yes the rich also need obeying
bodily functions. Later she looked down into a valley where
three children were guarding sheep two of them were eight
the oldest one eleven, the lady waved her manicured hands
and said something the children didn`t understand
except the oldest one who told the other two it was Virgin Maria
who had blessed them and warned them of secrets that could
only be told to a priest. When the children came home, they said
what they had seen, but the secrets the oldest one told a priest
and the secrets are still kept in the Vatican.
At the place where the children have seen Virgin Maria, pilgrims
came the blind, the sick, the lame and the mad looking for a cure,
and today it is a holy site with hotels, shops, and restaurants.
Pilgrims keep coming, some walk for days to atone for sins they
might commit sometimes in the future, what a wondrous thing,
how irrational truth can be a diamond in the heart of worshipers
Easter Remembered.
When the sun glares
there are no shadows the shine
becomes
a haze no thought can penetrate,
a lucidity that reveals nothing
I saw them by the side of the road
two hundred sheep
ragged dogs and a shepherd
to look after them,
and on a hill afar a church,
it is Easter Sunday
wish I could paint the scene
alter the architecture
of the church as it is too modern
an alien in this landscape
of peace and coloured by catholic
postcard idyll.
Fatima
F illed with teases and fun,
A rtistic in all she does.
T hinks always of what's to come,
I llustrating unique wisdom.
M arks all, when the day is done,
A n independent young woman.
Dedicated to my lovely sister Fatima...Maryam*
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