Piously Poems | Examples

Easter Essence

Spring sunshine as winter has now past
That tempestuous wild weather did not last

Pollen-covered daffodils do permeate the air with their fresh scent
What will the pious sacrifice for lent

The easter hunt did unanimously excite
A fine lamb roast with heartfelt the family they did invite

Rabbits were seen but scattered when approached in the field
Churchgoers took communion and for the priest they piously kneeled 

A time of sorrow but laconic love engulfed in the lord’s presence
A celebratory time for their children, in their element and entitled essence

The Example of Saint Dominic

On Memorial of St. Dominic
We remember that man who sought to teach the truth in service to Father Christ
The Master Teacher
Every age has its errors
As Dominic encountered with Albigensian heresy over 800 years ago

In our time
We are likewise called to proclaim the truth both clarity
Charity
No matter our state in life Eternal God calls us to serve within our own unique capacities
Circumstances
Talents
The closer we grow to the Lord

The more dispenses the grace to persevere in holiness
Just as Saint Dominic followed Eternal God piously to lead the wayward to repentance
So
Too
Should we look inwardly and then outwardly to embrace the Gospel
Heavenly Eternal Father
Our world is full of confusion
Dissent from the truth
As we seek to live Your holy will
May we look the example of Saint Dominic
Who only spoke to You
About You
We pray this in Father Christ’ holy Name
 

Justin McClain, O.P. 

Turned to Poetry: Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Poetry Form: Free Verse/Narrative
Date turned to Poetry: 8032024
Time turned to Poetry: 9:18pm

Passions

Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.

He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.

There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that clings to the garden fence.

I could not see any passion in it,
until mum showed me
the creamy crucifix within
the blue and white corona.

Dad belly laughs
as mum, showing me,
piously makes the sign of the cross.

Dad is digging up a real beauty,
that's what he called it,
a 'real beauty',
a soil crusted cannonball,
the monstrous offspring
of a cabbage and a turnip.

He was not a religious man,
but he did believe fervently,
in those strange passions
some have
for cabbage soup
and mashed turnip.

Penny Loafers

Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings  in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication, 
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn by men during War's mobilization.

Slaves of the feet, piously worn, softly they entered the Church of the Reverent; 
Or briskly  moving on tired, leather soles down the long halls of the U.S.Government.
Hail! The shimmering, scintillating coins shining brightly with romantic sentiment.
Gaudy, nerdy pennny loafers. Comfy on the feet and ready for a compliment.

Generating

She awakens with the glare
and swims with the dolphins
She houses by twilight
and sees off the peoples
Nostums awaken
The tempest stars assemble
in the melancholy of the shadows 
the birds have gone
another swept glen
breezing through the season
that piously dies

My Heart's Secret

I never cease to puzzle over
life's mystery, how on a drizzly morning
I found my long wished for love
crossing the street in opposite direction,
eternal love was conceived in the moment
and she passed by unnoticing my gaze
that could have lasted a century.
There was never a more tender and sweet face
lost quickly in the crowd. Her beauty so
enchanting, eloquent, and divine.
And every morning I cross the same intersection
hoping, praying, for another glimpse
at my true love, months after months, 
distracted by nothing, the thought of her
entrenched in my deep sleep, and oh 
how sweet it is, the dream of dreams.
The sweet smell of her perfume
still lingers in my mind.

Evil is hopelessness, so I shut it up by
this murmur of love raised by her footsteps.

Alas, years have passed and rain or shine I keep
crossing the street for the sake of a second look
at the girl who once walked past me unnoticing
the hurricane she caused in my soul. 

To this austere duty, piously faithful
She will show up one day and ask me
“So what is it you want?” And I will not have an answer.

With Tender Affection

Merciful Father, 

Humbly, I approach You with devout thanks 
for blessings bestowed on me and my family.  
The world is in turmoil, suffering calamities.
Illness and death abounds, but Lord, 
You continue to shelter us from all harm
and safeguard our health from a deadly virus. 

My heart is filled with gratitude, 
my provider, my righteous protector, 
my shield from tears and pain, 
although I am undeserving of Your kindness.

Your Word brings me great comfort 
and the peaceful calm I piously seek.
My faith is bolstered by Your scripture. 

The world around me is quickly changing.
Life's trials are becoming more intense, 
but I do not cringe with fear amid the chaos,
for I have confidence in Your promises, 
and with faith I will endure to the end.

Dear Father, with tender affection
I offer You my solemn prayer 
through Jesus Christ, Your Son and my Savior,
who gave His life so sins could be forgiven.

                                                 Amen.



November 9, 2021
Thanksgiving Blessings Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Dances With Leaves

Leaves of burnished gold take flight
                          Whirling spirals, with childish delight

                            A final pirouette without a sound
                            Before they sadly hit the ground

                        Their dance is done, they take their place
                        Piously accepting autumn,with simple grace

                      Wearing faded colors of garnet, gold and green
                            They serenely exit, from the final scene

                        The footlights diminished for another year
                   Until the choreographer of Spring, faithfully reappears

                      Leaves will emerge in sunshine and bathe in the rain
                        A glorious celebration for the dance to begin again

Jesus: Lamb of God

Jesus lived up to his claim: "I am the fine shepherd"* 
who put the well-being of his flock ahead of his own.  
"Come be my follower,"** to all of mankind he said.



Shepherd of men is the Lord, Jesus Christ
In humble submission, he gave his life
His body tortured;  He was sacrificed

With love for all of mankind, he was rife
Deep within my heart, faith is burning bright
comforting me from misery and strife

His virtues give me hope to do what's right
in a world plagued with selfishness and greed
I will follow my Savior's guiding light

His words, the spiritual food I need
I pray He grants me the grace to be meek
"I am the way,"*** in sermon, he decreed.

He provides the truths I piously seek
In His righteous ways I've always believed
It is the Lamb of God of whom I speak

Through the Virgin Mary, He was conceived
To cleanse me of sins; my sorrow and shame
So everlasting life could be achieved

I worship Jesus with praise and acclaim
With great joy, I honor His holy name



June 9th, 2021
Jesus Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
*John 10:14     **Mark 10:21   ***John 14:6

God Is Dead

God is Dead?

Hubris, man's nature
A God, self-proclaimed
Nietzsche opined he's dead 
Conceit, we laugh and say, no way

Self-professed with special attributes
Sympathy, love, reciprocity; how divine
Exalting our human virtue
So convenient; unfortunately, so blind

We sublimate our consciousness
Valiantly creating a magnificent reality
The audacity
Willfully blind; to only see what we believe

If we were to open up our eyes - our mind
Acquiesce to the grandness, the complexity of it all
Humble
Perhaps we thrive before we fall?

Hubris, mankind's nature
In his image, we reflect piously
Nietzsche opined he's dead - and we have killed him 
The narratives not about God - its about you and me

Covid-19

First it was only a joke.
Something to poke fun at.
After all it wasn’t in our habitat.

Then it crept into our country like smoke.
Not a bother we thought quietly,
And vowed to pray and act piously. 

But it started to intrude into the Midwest.
Still a joke, still something to roll our eyes about
Until the schools took it seriously and decided to take a time out. 

So we never got to say goodbye to the best.
Because as we left for break we were told
We would be back and to go enjoy our household. 

Break started, concern and slight worry of what was to come.
And then the axe fell
We would not get to say our farewell. 

A feeling of going numb.
No more nights staying up late just to chat?
No more complaining about food over the placemat?

Classes, dances, final days all gone. 
How to say that it feels as if time has been taken.
And all of a sudden I realize that each day is a gift and I must not be mistaken. 

For although I want to grab and hold on,
What cannot be must be realized 
And what is must be held dearly and prized.

19 March 2020
Written for Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Team PoetrySoup

Anubis Awaits

Anubis waits before the gates of hell,
To mummify your morbid love entombed…
With sustenance a sanguinary smell,
Despondent demonic desires consumed…

An enslaved eternal epitaph lies,
Love captured in a pernicious prison…
A cancerous confined in its chastise,
Within a duality sanctioned schism…

A passage in gold as now Osiris waits,
To search for your love in the hells below…
And thus they slowly glide the gilded gates,
Piously proclaiming my lover's woe…

For only love shall conquer great and small,
Even if you dine in hell's banquet hall.



In Ancient Egypt is the Greek name of the god of death...
Anubis is the protector of the gates to the Underworld,
Osiris replaced him as the god of the dead.


Only the SONNET form is acceptable...
14 lines x 10 syllables, 140 words


Sept.18.2019
Because It's A Tuesday 140 
Sponsored by: William Kekaula

N/A for contest

Ode To Summer's End

A hint of blush
‘pon the tips
Of leaves still lush
As lover’s lips

A breeze that sighs
As if t’was tired
Of mid-Summer highs
In doldrums mired

A crisped dry smell
Perfumes the air
Clings tight as well
To clothes and hair

A dusk that darkles
With unseemly haste
Midst Fireflies sparkle
Midst daylight chased

A trace of wood smoke
Scents the breeze
And woolen cloaks
Appear ‘pon knobby knees

Ol’ Apple trees…
Scarlet blushed in fruit
Seem piously to proffer pleas
For their scions to take root

Degree by degree…
Doth the Earth slowly tilt
Unperceived by you and me
But blossoms notice…begin to wilt

A change incremental
So slow as to be imperceptible
So cosmically elemental
So basically inevitable
 
A Summer that begins to show…
Its age in ways 
With longer nights 
And shortened days

Prepares perhaps
To soon take leave
It’s time’s elapsed
No time to grieve

Fall awaits it’s turn to shine
Upon Mother Nature’s stage
Summer sips water melon wine
And savors scent of sage


11 stanzas
171 words

Feathered Friends-Haiku

soaring sapphire skies
piously passively perched
fickle feathered friends



5 7 5 syllables 


July.24.2018
Bird themed haiku 
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 


N/A for contest

Blind To Deception

Her eyes are blind to all his lies,
excuses and false alibis
The woman cuddles, silently
beside her lover, brazenly
until dawn welcomes the sunrise.

She cannot see behind his guise,
the charade she'll come to despise.
Defending him, defiantly.
Her eyes are blind ~

One day it will be no surprise,
when the veil will fall from her eyes
but until that day, quietly
she lives unaware, piously
on knees, a slave never to rise.
Her eyes are blind ~

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