Long Reverence Poems
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Father Christ went down to earth from the Heavenly Kingdom
Mother Mary bore Him in a humble manger with animals
He had a presentation at the temple
Mother Mary sad at the loss of Father Christ and joyous on finding Him surrounded by teachers in the Temple
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Was Baptized as Christian by His Cousin, John the Baptist
Proclaimed the Kingdom
Was transfigured
Instituted the Eucharist
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Was betrayed by one of His Apostle
Judas Iscariot
Scourged
Crucified
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Was alive after 3 days
Remained on earth for 40 days with Mother Mary and disciples instructing and encouraging them
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Established a Church
With our 1st Pope
St. Peter
Now called Catholic or Roman Catholic
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Ascended to the Heavenly Kingdom
Assumption and Coronation of His Mother and our Mother Mother Mary
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The three months of Lenten Season
Read and thought of writing poetry about Father Christ
To be inspired and create wonderful poems
To be a divine influence for people’s inspiration
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Inspiration comes from the Latin word of inspiratus
To breath into the lungs
Still common with the doctors from 16th century
In English referring to a divine influence on a person
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Organizing things
Thought poems not good
Underestimating self
Low on value
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Father Christ spoke to my heart
Not think of yourself so low
Other people cannot do what you are doing
People are mandating
Ordering
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Mandating Irresponsibly
“You say please when asking for something”
Tried to put please in Reverence Rosary binder
Sacred Heart binder
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Tried to do what You want
So other people can see
Imitate
Produce a respectable mandate
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It is their responsibility
Produce respectable manner
We will try to give our best
Produce respectable manner
Please know that we love You
Father Christ
We will do our best
Produce respectable manner
Date Written: 03092022
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Time: 6:17pm
Forlorn in demeanor,
Thyself with heart in tatters.
Solemn and beseeched,
I'm near the edge
Of loves rapturous foreboding precipice.
Shall my torturous soul
Commit it’s self to the abyssal unknowns
Of sacrificial acquiescence to thee?
A force neither trustworthy nor forgiving
As it warms chilled hearts
And sooths with passionate death.
Unwitting those of lesser toils within,
True to their salvation,
But blind to its deceit
And yet give reverence to thee.
Alas shall I not gaze into eyes of splendor
Nor taste passion upon sweet lips?
Forsake the essence of purity sought,
And forgo righteous happenings within thy being.
To this unknown I ponder
And thus negates my apotheosis of thee.
Enlighten my sorrowful remnants of gayety
And subservient obedience to thee
As was once remembered.
At this I shall take that leap of faith
And boldly plunge thyself into the depths
Of your infinite sanctity
Form:
We know that Father Christ is Eternal God
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
Called Him Father Christ
In Catholic Church, we call the priest Father [name of the priest]
I thought that we call the priest “Father” to represent Father Christ
But no Catholic supports me
They said there is only but one Father in heaven
Know that
Question is “why are we calling Catholic priest Father”
Father Christ reminded my heart or mind that “Reverence is for the Righteous”
I have to continue propagating “Father Christ”
Told my Psychiatrist
Spoke to mom about “Father Christ”
She said I can’t force people
He said that I understand that
Father Christ is careful with my Psychiatrist
He’s careful to declare I’m sick of some sort
Didn’t want to propagate “Father Christ”
Was reminded that “Reverence is for the Righteous”
Continue on propagating “Father Christ”
Written: 8052018
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sheer Phawn was not like other jungle creatures. She did not blend into the landscape.
She was not fearful of the unseen dangers, or the dark shadows, or the lack of sun.
The secretive cloak of the jungle and the diabolicalness of its floor did not alarm her.
There was no hiding for her, no secrecy. No reverence at all for her mysterious surroundings.
The plane had crashed two days ago, and Sheer Phawn was existing on adrenaline and anger.
She was furious; at the pilot, the crew, and all of the passengers which had died, and left here.
She was tromping through these unknown grasses, in a furious way, glad that she had an axe.
It was one of the few things she decided to grab as she left the plane. There were only two survivors.
Jim something was the other one.
She was mad enough to stomp and tromp, but these vine-encrusted tree trunks and grasses
Slowed her progress, increasing her furiousness to almost a frenzy point. Was no one looking for them?
She cut a little niche out of some grasses with the tiny axe, and screamed a war cry as a snake slithered
Under the spongy jungle floor at her feet. She did not see his head, but if she had, she would have
No doubt cut it off, she was so mad.
This jungle from hell which had been so foreboding and intimidating two days ago was irritating now.
“AH! LEE-OH! YAH! HEY!” she screamed, pretending she was tough, while she was really just sad.
There was no echo, as there never is in the jungle. Jim, the only other survivor of the crash, suggested she sit.
Sheer Phawn laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, and she caught herself.
Jim had been looking a bit suspicious of her lately, she did not want to give him fodder, so she sat.
She did not want to give her plan away, but she was never letting her axe out of her sight.
She kind of thought of Jim as a possible future lunch, and it was not good to let this out.
Cannibalism is a lot more difficult if you make lunch into a friend, right?
She sat down while boring Jim told her things she did not want to hear. He droned on.
She pretended to listen, too angry to hear the words. Neither heard the tigers until it was too late.
DEAR CAROLYN
Dear sweet Carolyn
offering my reverence and adoration
melted in tears of love.
We were tied with a tender bond
through our poems.
I always cherished special feelings
while realizing your emotions.
Me also running in last phase,
waiting in queue
to follow you.
May your soul succeed to attain its goal!
After life, after death and thereafter.
08/14/21
First Place
' Tributes to Carolyn'
Contest by Constance la France
"more than an athlete"
from the moment of birth you stood tall
with balance and strength you ran strong
for the love of freedom you were above all
it wasn't that you were a champion to rule
no other compared or could sing your song
trumpets sounded for you to hear
at that moment the sword was near
more than an athlete you remain Secretariat
three fine races were yours for the winning
demonstrating power excellence endurance
you set both stage and show from the beginning
with fullness of wonderment heart and eagerness
to this day your legacy is held with reverence
although one other ran your race to fame
your body of strength is a burning flame
more than an athlete you remain Secretariat
SkyWatcher - 05-28-17
Secretariat
March 30 1970 to October 4 1989
Triple Crown Winner June 9 1973
The Greatest Commandments
You should love the Lord your (true) God with all your heart
all your soul
All your mind
with all your strength
You should love your neighbor as yourself
The Ten Commandments
“Believe in the true God”
“Reverence in God’s Name”
“Love the Lord’s Day” (Sunday)
“Strengthen your family”
“Promote the Culture of Life”
“Marital Fidelity (Faithfulness)”
“Not Steal Act Justly”
“Tell the Truth”
“Practice of Purity of Heart”
“Embrace Poverty of Spirit”
He, (Jesus Christ) appointed
"Whoever listens to you listens to me
Whoever rejects you rejects me
And whoever rejects me rejects the one who sent me"
(Lk. 10:16)
Reference: “United States Catholic Catechism for Adults ©2006
Aghast at explosive industrialization/
urbanization once sacred wild woodland
whittled away overlain bumper crops
comprising trappings green lighted
supposedly signaling progress unwittingly
overrides avast enclave (teeming with
diverse flora and fauna passively cleared,
dominated, expropriated by dictate of
commercialization, exploitation, fabrication
fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication
oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering
guaranteeing production trumpeted at
expense native flora and fauna acquisition,
cooptation, extermination, gratification
decreed domination *****sapiens usurped
law of land i.e. eminent domain foisted
upon unsullied "new world" defining
European age of exploration, whereby
pristine undulating immense acres
indiscriminately partitioned, (despite
indigenous peoples unrecognized precedence
to remain holistic caretakers of Mother
Earth tendered, predicated, linkedin with
generations worth of sacredness, which
spiritual reverence meant naught to
unwelcome trespassers solely hell bent
to force acquiescence, compliance,
obeisance,... to warlords, whose cruel,
diabolical gall lee jeepers libidinal
incursions sought extinction toward
defenceless native inhabitants subject
to machinations spelling extermination,
yet their restless spirits infiltrate occupants
of once happy hunting grounds devoid
without a trace, when this bucolic tract
devoid of present schlocky vinyl zoned
abodes, whereby fast disappearing vestige
alluding to pastoral vista spurs overactive
imagination regarding yours truly, who
chiefly hankers he got born during
sparse population versus pell mell hustle.
GETTING PAID
It is often said
You may get paid
In your own coins.
That happens when
The tables are turned
And the fingers are burnt.
On the tower to stay
A heavy price you pay
To make a designed foray
Across many layers of grey.
You deceive none other than you
And let your pricey self-esteem devalue.
Instead you may walk upright
Try not to scale the insecure height
Take along others on road by your side
Let unerring conscience be the constant guide.
You would then fill many hearts with benevolence
And would earn getting paid in their coin of reverence.
February 20, 2018
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Relativism is the new absolutism, and CONDEMNATION of evils is being Forsaken. We are losing REVERENCE for God, and our sacred story must be Reawakened. I fear a generation enameled with a PREDILECTION bent on Entitlements. We are ENCOMPASSED with Entertainment and social media Engagements. We are too lost in a secular Wilderness to be concerned with UNEARTHTLINESS. Though curable, APATHY* is one disease that is far-reaching and Sleepy-eyed. CONSTERNATION causes acquiescence, but 'the few' will turn the Tide.
10292018PoSoupContest, 7 Lines, 7 Words: Rhyme, Lu Loo;
*Lamentation 1:12
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