Nuns Poems

run to fun

My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun

I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run

Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one

When I think of what I went through
of all the

Ostracized by Nuns

will to be diff’rent
fractals with cursive curlicues
cream-colored overalls

ostracized by nuns
and formal catechisms
with habitual fashion sense

now I’m in control
spinning like a pinwheel
with poetic enunciation

showed them, showed them all
i could take off my uniform
it’s monotone gray

We Got a Crowd That's In a Frenzy Bob

The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t a strong community—Sister Unity
They’re the tricksters of the movement — they make us laugh, and laughing is powerful—Catholic activist Rosa

The Nuns and the Red Balloon

Excitement, such excitement as we entered single file
We had all been summoned 
                                      to the empty conference room
Sister

Three Nuns To Honor

God guard his sons and his daughters
Return to me
For all shall see
Through song we may journey
All shall hear me
Delighted through prayers
There lies our treasures
Tears of joy to fill the void
We have deployed
Here to deliver a message
Through my precious carriage
My love shall last
Your Lord works fast
Love one another
Honor thy Mother and Father
Angels reside
Through the tear of

And Then There Were Nuns

Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava 
Allegiances born of belligerent father
A council estate with yards full of tyres
A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires 

Cars outside boozers where loyalist losers
Don’t spot the briefcase with time delay fuses
One man and his neighbour of different persuasions
Soldiers and ministers weighing equations

Each side will tear

Subject, Aspects of Interest, and Effect of William Wordsworth's ''Nuns Fret Not''

“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in

Parents and Sleep

If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons
keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s
(teething, peeing and screaming,
yet so INNOCENT-seeming),
we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns.

- Nuns Having Fun -

Accept, the chastity and understanding of the spirit
                A life in strict celibacy, ignore their sexual feelings
                      Frivolity, a

The Alzheimers Letter

Last week in paper I see story old nuns some die with Alzheimer in head, others still jolly old gals think good sharp things, making jokes Bishop's small dick, like that. Turns out ones who get Alzheimer cannot write good sentence structure when teenagers before they nuns. They write essays about "Why I want be

Nom Noms Not Numbers Nor Nautical Nuns

A rather dashing and exquisitely designed purple weather balloon was racing against a dark grey sofa, a beach towel, a cotton bud and a statue of king Kong the eighth. Across the beaded sky joined by the sea eagles whose breakfast could always be located in a mountainside by the ocean. The barriers were to

Eight Nuns Running

Eight Nuns Running


Eight nuns running down a path far below
Ethel, Edith, Ellen, Barb each in deep snow
From the way they all look might be putting
up a gong show, till they all fall down
while they're all wearing frilly long gowns.


08/08/15

Nuns

This side of our earth
Opens its doors to the sun
In the fields walk nuns
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kolkata, 02/05/2016

Nuns With Guns

Nuns With Guns

Sister Agnes blessed us with a slap
Every time we talked or answered back
It was like the hand of God reached down from heaven
To numb the face, to see the error of our ways
Shock waves and stars felt with every blow
Nuns leave no marks or evidence or clues that show
Being black robed ninjas through

A Beauty Pageant For Nuns

An Italian priest on the other side of the ocean
wanted to dispel a widely held notion.
Most people believe nuns are old and ugly.
Others accept them as intolerant and crabby.
I have my own memories of them while in school.
Most of the ones I used to know were not cool.
As I look back, I now often feel

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