Nun Poems - Poems about Nun

Fun, Your nun, Loving meant, Rules can be bent!...

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A nun drove over a rabbit. She said to herself, "Yikes! This is becoming a habit. Like, last week it was four. And this week, already one more. But, hey! Makes for plenty of stew for the abbot.”...

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there was a young woman from Tashkent whose desire was to live in a convent she met the man of her dreams in bed went to extremes and decided she’s not ready to repent ...

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On a hot midsummer day, I met a nun with sunshine hair; She moved with grace in every way, Like starlight dancing in the air. I asked if I could have her heart; She laughed, then paused, and gently said: "It's not that we should stay apart, But here I'll dwell until I'm dead." Torn and crushed, I said, "It's fine— Your radiant hair,...

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I wish they'd pray for the candidates (as much as a farmer prays for rain) to steer the planet from spiritual drought. Political hacks and media yes men magnify their human frailties and flaws. The former wishes to divide us, to maintain power the latter divides for ratings and clicks. A people united would mean loss of power and revenue for the...

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Written: May 13, 2024 For: Palindrome Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph May ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At noon, the civic-level racecar, was deified by the crowd from afar but a kayak deed, made the crowd did heed, as they monitor a rotator...

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The lady was quite civic minded, as a nun she always presided midnight to noon on the harp until her old dog did bark Mum I fear your tune is one-sided! The dog said must I refer you to this, the deed you long ago signed with a kiss and a pip on the head, a tenet until dead, my howls deified along...

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Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage I went begging for water! —Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Chiyo-ni wrote the next poem in calligraphy on a portrait of Matsuo Basho. To listen, fine ... fine also not to echo, nightingale. —Chiyo-ni,...

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Nun One to thee, Hilarious, you see, Faith and literacy, Plus fantasies, Hex One, pink lace, Inertia and grace, Is it Vatican hour, With our chick power?...

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Turning right against the light’s Illegal in New Yawk. That rule’s observed by drivers, Not by those who run or walk. In other places, no such law Exists, so often plates Of cars which turn when they should not Reflect their different states. And that is why I was surprised When, right in front of me, A New York car ignored the red And turned illegally. What...

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~ Mary Fields… Was born into slavery somewhere back east she thought it was Hickman County, Tennessee Growing up, she had learned how to read and write though she'd spent her childhood in captivity Came to Montana to live life as a nun but learned she was better suited for fight'n She stood six foot tall and weighed two hundred pounds wore a...

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Once there was a floating nun Aloft in the shimmering sun She was observed by 2 fine priests Who were more interested in feasts Than see a nun who could ascend There’s not much here I can commend...

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The would-be nun She was a strange-looking woman, tall and very white in a country with plenty of sun, she also adored wine. She often told me after sex, her first choice in life was to become a nun, but when she went to bed with her first husband, she lost this choice, yet the dream was still on her...

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The child who was frolicking in the sun And on sighting me broke into a run Was Ted Colonel’s Fleeing Ferrari of a Son Also, a lad who could himself kill for a denied bun Judging it Needless Injustice done… Now he’s eighteen and keeping a gun, Of all colors A Sickening Dun And sure visiting its trigger for fun, Though with it...

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The psychedelic décor and Sergeant Pepper wore the same uniformly gaudy tones. Burgundy striped stockings hung on a lava lamp, puff the magic dragon dwelt in our rented rainbow. A poster of Leonard Cohen as a young man. Shag carpet for cozy shagging. A Paddington apartment above a smoky railway. A girl drinking Liebfraumilch waiting for me to come home with a used album...

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