Padre Poems - Poems about Padre

The boy, the padre, and the abbess. The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself. The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before she died of a tragic love story. When the abbess was young,...

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The boy, the padre and the abbess. The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself. The old woman, he didn’t call her mother, told him before she died of a tragic love story. When the abbess was young,...

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COPLA UNO: This Bad Guy World - in all seriousness [The entire sequence of 114 coplas: “This Bad Guy World”, dedicated to Jorge MANRIQUE, 1440?-1479. I give here in translation his third “copla à pied quebrado” in Arte Menor metre: “Coplas a la muerte de su padre” (Coplas on the death of his father) - Our...

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Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma. Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta. The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic. Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of lingua sacra? Nay! The shadow given the souls and was sparkling in purgatory, but the light is so poor. Accepted the unfathomable...

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Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister To the old west saloon through double doors she glides Drunker than a nun on steroids swinging rosaries from her side Into a smoke filled room in rusty spurs and fake mustache Presenting herself as a...

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"Padre Mio" by Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto My father: all he wanted was a little, Just a little,...

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A father sees his son, and feels New heart of fire and eyes of steel. Blossoming boy looks to the man, Begins to take life in his hands. Once soft young lad, quest now begin, Away from hearth and to the Sun. Blistering Sun hardens pale skin, Taut sinews of the man begun. To guide, to lead, to elevate, The man helps form the...

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I'm holding in my anger Knowing I'd die to be the strangler Of his sour-little coward-brittle throat I'm just mad not literal But when your dad's a criminal There's a  minimal amount of father hope It doesn't bother me no, But it keeps haunting me so I will keep wandering not knowing where to go No Padre in my home What an...

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There he stood in the garden,a gentle fellow with glowing gown; radiating glory. His countenance was that of an Angel, The Padre of old St Anthony. As I approached him,he gave me a warm. Then he told me why he came to the mission,the mission in old St Anthony. We knelt down to pray,I...

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The Loss of Faith Fated priest when he walks in front of a funeral procession his gait is often wobbly, says it is stiff joints; smells of aftershave lotion and brandy. Lost his faith years ago, in the night his prayer echoes in the village church. Thinks it his fault that god has left...

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St. Padre Pio Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence Take Good care of those he loves; In certain strange ways in curiosity With human love one can learn to equate Yet for Padre Pio's case; He had found a love out of a devine source; In closed minded attributes some err' to escape/ A game in life can't ever be...

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He slept under the No Parking Sign, newspapers for a coat. The doctors said he was long gone. I believe that they misspoke. He wandered to and fro at night for he was scared to death of sun. They gave him electric shocks few times. Should have given him a gun. Never was one for a bath was partial to...

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Father I am here As I have never in my exsistence have left your sight You have tood there to my eyes unseen And I have forgotten about You The love You have for us all, I amaze at for it is Great As I have been walking around with open eyes, I went on blind Yet the reason I fell...

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He just laid there, ignoring us all Hibernating like a “lost Boy” Colorless, like the breath that used to be He looks like no one I’ve seen Eyes on him, judging, mocking, loving Mine were in disbelief, cold, numb I quit on the greatest show of all Pup tents in my heart Not for me, so my sibling wasn’t alone Tear ducts, barren...

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He engraved her silhouette ...

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