A Great Dane kind, giving, and mellow
is Idaho’s most saintly fellow
Whenever he’s near
folks clap, chant and cheer:
You’re the pride of all Pocatello!
Categories:
saintly, humor,
Form: Limerick
Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What a splendid idea
A lot of money spend
Pouring out like running tap water
To see the different places under the same sky
To see the different people under the same roof
To read the different people of the same residence,the earth
Either still far away from hell or heaven
We live happily because Jesus has his Last Supper
We leave happily maybe after we have our last wish
Being granted too
We have our own wishes and desires to be fulfilled
Is hard to distinguish and choose one
For the last wish
As we're are not as saintly as Jesus
As we commemorated Him
For man's love is selfish and unique
Still full of sin
Categories:
saintly, desire, jesus, love, people,
Form: Free verse
Saints sight at senses and self-discipline
Solicit sanctity and salvation
Solitude, sustainable supplement
Shows spiritual scholarly sources
Showers significant serene success
Subjugating suffused sullen sorrows.
Seclusion sketches spotless sacred souls.
SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Date: 27-03-2021
Placed : 2nd
Categories:
saintly, solitude,
Form: Alliteration
Padraig was a talented man
stroked the harp in sack-cloth kaftan
blew tin whistles sweetly
sang harmony completely
now immortalised on a Guinness can
24th February 2021
Categories:
saintly, appreciation,
Form: Limerick
She says a Thousand things with one sweet smile,
And all that’s Broken comes together, repaired!
The Buddha sat, sometimes, not saying a thing,
Ah WHAT a LIFE together we have shared!
For twenty-seven sweet years, we hurt and helped,
We grew, and changed, and fell behind, sometimes,
And if she stepped on me, and then I yelped,
She was sorry, and made certain she was kind
Afterwards…
And I, when I fell short, or hurt her heart,
Apologized! Loved! Till I won her back,
Of her, of me, of each other, we are a part,
Though she has died, of Love, there is no Lack!
I feel her Warmth about me all the time!
And all her Wisdom went into this rhyme!
Categories:
saintly, appreciation, forgiveness, heart, love,
Form: I do not know?
FOR A SWEET SABLE SAINTLY MOTHER
Wearing her crown of pearly white hair,
Her sunken orbs glowed with a regal glare.
Her ebony hued, wrinkle hands, strong as stone
Are monuments of the burdening labor she had owned.
As her broken body has known sorrow and pain,
It remains a mystery how she has managed to remain sane.
Though her life has known despair and great depravity,
She’s never succumbed to the indignities of social gravity.
Indeed, “life for her has been no crystal stair”,
Yet, for us, she has always been there with loving care.
She’s the sturdy black bridge which we’ve crossed over on;
To travel along the jubilee road towards our liberation.
Indeed, this raven skin queen reins supreme like no other:
Praise God for the blessing me with this sweet sable saintly mother.
Categories:
saintly, black african american, celebration,
Form: Prose Poetry
Arise gently
as swiftly as you can
my saintly lover
Rotate quietly as the whispers of the breeze
and breathe harmless love into the lord of my soul
Silence!
my saintly lover
for the air has souls and holes
and they wallow through gallows
when they hear you
Say out loud to me;
'I'll dash my cloud to you my love'
Silence!
my saintly lover
for all the generation of wind
stalk around your voice
steadily,
to see you fulfill the hallow choice you have chosen
While all the extended family of walls,
tickle and fickle in fear,
for they do not want it to be their duty to watch the suicide of beauty
On whose varied graveyard shall beauty be buried?
in the reams of dreams?
streams of tears?
or in the teams of agony?
That I blankly do not know!
But frankly,
Arise gently,
as swiftly as you can
my saintly lover
and bury your love, laughter, health and life in the carcass of my heart
For only therein,
it shall forever be therein wealthy safe.
Categories:
saintly, love,
Form: Classicism
Holy Saints light the way
Illuninating a path to salvation
Leaded glass aglow
Matching waxy aroma
Prayers to cleanse a soul
Burning through darkest night
Categories:
saintly, faith
Form: Free verse