Who Knocks
"Who knocks so quietly on the cloister's
port a poor girl from a land afar."
We sang that song at school and always
made me emotional, I could picture this
poor waif seeking shelter
Now we know what happens to the poor
and pregnant women seeking shelter at
at a convent run by brainwashed nuns
The woman from Donegal told us when
She came here at 17 and was pregnant
How was she to know this nunnery of
sexually frustrated who had taken a vow
who, in hatred, had turned this a sin worse
than death
When the time comes for our girl from Donegal,
to give birth, she was ill, and they gave her a sedative
Then, as a child was born, she heard a scream
of one drawing of air for the first time
They told her the baby had died; had she
dreamt, no, but there was nothing she could
Christianity is a good religion, but why is it
When it becomes an institution, evil enters
through the front door, while saintliness is
out of the back door like a shroud
Categories:
saintliness, abuse, age, analogy, angel,
Form: ABC
December 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 1-3
Key Verse – Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA
Praise be to God for He is the Alpha and Omega along His:
Faithfulness in flourishing our faith
Fervency in fueling our fortitude
Freedom in forgiving our foolishness
Firmness in framing our foundation
Festiveness in filling our futility
Revelation 2:18 Praise be to the Lord for having eyes
like unto flame of fire, searching our hearts against:
Pride by His power
Prejudice with His prudence
Perversions along His perfection
Pessimism toward His purpose and plan
Preferences upon His principled precepts
Revelation 3:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
knowing our works with our:
Experience but dry in service
Exposure but dirty in saintliness
Example but defiled in sacrifices
Existence but dead in spirituality
Exaltation bestowed by His salvation-security. Amen!
December 25, 2024
Categories:
saintliness, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
January 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 32-34
Key Verse– Genesis 32: 1 And Jacob went on his way, and the angels of God met him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO MEETS US
Praise be to God for meeting us to:
Show us His salvation-surety
Secure us in staying in His safety
Satisfy us against selfishness-sickness
Speak to us about our stewardship of sweet serenity
Settle us in our servanthood from slothfulness
Genesis 32:30 Praise be to the Lord
for allowing us to fellowship with Him face-to-face through His:
Prevailing presence
Preserving power
Persistent peace-provision
Genesis 33:11 Praise be to the Almighty
for dealing bountifully with us by:
Blessing us bountifully
Building us up beautifully
Bracing us upon His boulders of beliefs bravely
Genesis 34:11 Praise be to the Saviour
for letting us find grace in His sight as we:
Stay away from sin-defilements
Seek for spirituality-delights
Settle in saintliness-dwellings. Amen!
January 11, 2024
Categories:
saintliness, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
Divinity
Nature of the heart and the mind of the supreme,
His essence, the nucleus, the imminent cream;
Angelic, pure, immaculate, and undefiled,
Naturally supernatural soul compiled...!
Like the flowerness of a flower, this enshrines,
Like the fruitiness of fruit within forms designs;
The Waterliness of water is its pure core,
Unseen other fore of the ocean is its shore...!
Brhman, Atman, Antaryami immenant, perfect,
Prudence, patience, temperance, and diligence decked;
Saintliness, blessedness, piousness, holiness,
All incorporated its marvelous fullness...!
In the fragments of the father son and spirit,
Its dignity possesses the highest merit;
Creating creatures in its own very image,
This dwells within each being like an unseen sage...!
09 February 2023
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
saintliness, god,
Form: Rhyme
In this lifetime full of yearning;
through which came wishing and dreaming;
within many splendid, unquiet flairs;
a voice murmured the word, ‘prayer!’
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind strayed to the felonious.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
a perkiness brought such an inner commotion.
I screamed out in misery, 'Is that a blessing?'
Mattering, assaultive and mindful distressing;
Urging and purging within my slyness,
my shyness, my outright otherness.
My mind could not or would not awaken.
Tossing the ghost into all forsaken,
'It's that barrenness,' I muttered.
Queryingly back into memories, now cluttered
I craved an eclectic, or electric luminescence
the yearning, was an essential evanescence
the evolutionists laughed at us in retort.
'It's that piety,' I whispered before the court.
The Judge looked on, a bit beguiled,
as the Saintliness beamed and simply smiled.
Categories:
saintliness, 12th grade, appreciation, bible,
Form: Rhyme
I used to Kiss you on your Holy head,
There blossomed the soap scent of your shampoo!
'I kister BRAIN!' I used to say -- no dread!
That you'd get sick again, and then, die, too!
The tender, circling warmth of your embrace,
Your arms reached just a bit above my waist...
Your radiating glow, floating like lace
Your smile, among the children playing with paste.
Why, EVERYONE could feel you sitting there,
So silent, shining, beaming, twinkling Peace!
It's not your words most folk remembered -- Fair!
To say, that in your presence, they felt... release!
From every self-judgment, or fear, or care...
And I, I miss the soap scent of your hair!
The feel of kissing you, no longer there...
Categories:
saintliness, death, kiss, longing, love,
Form: Sonnet
fascinating country india
human-shaped country india
veena by music
bharatnatyam by dance
tajmahal by architecture
fascinating country india
human-shaped country india
ganges by river
green by forest
emptiless pot by grainery
fascinating country india
human-shaped country india
festival by day
saintliness by night
peace by era
fascinating country india
human-shaped country india
Categories:
saintliness, celebration, community, hindi, independence
Form: Sonnet
The Inner Workings of a Clock
My Catholic schoolgirl
Denies my shadowy persona.
Costumed in
A navy blue uniform
A snow-white blouse,
A chest pocket embroidered
By Saint John Fisher,
Her youthful bearing ticks
Smoothly, quietly, piously.
My Catholic schoolgirl leads
The May Day procession
She crosses herself and genuflects.
Wrapped in rosary beads,
She pushes my golden orb,
Tilted and warped as it is,
Into its preordained trajectory
Toward saintliness.
Starships of jealousy and greed
Some dressed as childish lies
Others as adult deceptions
Pitch me into a blackness
Unnoticed by my angelic clock.
Hands circulate 360 degrees.
Springs unwind.
Inner pendulums
Swing madly.
Simultaneously, I am
Remorseful and gleeful.
Twelve o’clock is
My imagined sanctity of
Honeyed knowledge.
Six o’clock is
My known blasphemy.
I wear my hair shirt with pride.
Tortoiselike, I see only
Darkness or light.
My Catholic
Schoolgirl’s soul
Refuses to apologize
For my humanity
Nor does she brag.
I am God’s creation,
A jigsaw of sharp-edged pieces.
Categories:
saintliness, anxiety, confusion, courage, dark,
Form: Free verse
I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes
and her long, yellow tresses;
wise, and with grace that never dies
or wavers, she blesses.
Behind those intelligent eyes,
she ponders, thinks, and listens;
as I surmise, she feels the rise
of saintliness that christens.
With golden tresses dressed in waves,
spooled, and weaved in sage;
she braves the loathing that enslaves,
assuaging enmity's rage.
Shrewd, wise, and just, she's tolerant,
patient, kind, and compassionate;
and eschews man's Pride, the giant
of deadly sins that's intemperate.
But her existence's all but undone,
for she's more abstract than real:—
that she's only fiction I bemoan,
for she's “la femme idéale.”
Categories:
saintliness, beauty, fantasy, loneliness, wisdom,
Form: Lyric
Who abides
Would abide
Though you go for a ride
Now and then
Here and there
Or never
To nowhere
Who abides
Would abide
Sincere or snide
However you speak
Love and eat
Advance
Or retreat
Who abides
Would abide
Whether you follow or guide
Stand up
Weak or strong
Perish now
Or live long
Who abides
Would abide
And take it all in stride
Saintliness and sin
Day and night
And also the
Twilight
Categories:
saintliness, uplifting
Form: Verse
Presumably ovid,
with qualm,
wit, and wisdom,
as to the smallest orb,
give way to our
very own,
Christendom.
As horn-mad, to
fetch me about,
the Kings, they play
mighty,
their Queens,
a jester and pout.
Though ancient
as jointure, the merry
plenty they must,
with the lyric
of masterful lyre,
a temptation
of lust.
The beauty of
maidens,
the fullness
of their breasts,
made ever-virtuous.
As the sun sets,
vertigo,
the nestles
of primrose and cressets,
giving way to the lecherous.
Oh. . . the love,
of Jesus,
our very own,
the saintliness of Magdalene,
the diadems of
the Goddess throne.
Amidst a canonized
hearsed, our beloved
Sun, rightfully lets.
The essence and infinity
of Magdalene, again
a Nemean regrets.
As the green fonds
of the winter fern
shed its nurturing essence.
Waves of nostalgia blazened
by the mid-December
days ripening afternoon.
The snow covered pines,
the aroma of fresh coffee,
the feigned ecstasies
of the struggling artists
made fragile,
and at no attempt.
Piercing thoughts of verse,
no love made without quarrel.
The day began as it always does
in December,
amidst melancholy and sorrow.
Categories:
saintliness, introspection, loss, mystery, sad,
Form: I do not know?