725.
Veneration to Mary:
Blessed Among Saints
Oh Mary, handmaid of Jehovah
She has our veneration of hyperdulia
Below God, but above all saints
She is Blessed Among Saints
Oh Mary, blessed are you by Jehovah
Our honor & adoration to you, Santa Maria
Praise God for having blessed you among the many
We venerate next to Him the Saint Mary.
Amen.
-10/25/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as Blessed
713.
Prayer to Mary:
Our Lady in Portugal
Hail Mary, patron of certain places
You are our Mother, our Queen, our Patroness
The Our Lady of Fatima – Our Lady in Portugal, Europa
Bless this place & its people, oh Santa Maria
Take care of Portugal, our beloved Mother
By God's will, be its nurturer now & hereafter
Look after Portugal, our respected Queen
By God's power, be its protector against darkness & sin.
Amen.
-10/13/2019
(Dumarao)
*Prayers to Mary as the Our Lady of Special Places
712.
Prayer to Mary:
Our Lady in Spain
Hail Mary, patron of certain places
You are our Mother, our Queen, our Patroness
The Our Lady of Pillar – Our Lady in Spain, Europa
Bless this place & its people, oh Santa Maria
Take care of Spain, our beloved Mother
By God's will, be its nurturer now & hereafter
Look after Spain, our respected Queen
By God's power, be its protector against darkness & sin.
Amen.
-10/12/2019
(Dumarao)
*Prayers to Mary as the Our Lady of Special Places
Are Epicures the same as Epicenes?
“Indulging one’s own senses” – that one’s me.
The ripest fig, plucked from the lushest tree!
Sat here, I know precisely what it means,
amidst these blotting-pad pinks and peppermint greens –
more SingalongaMax than Syngman Rhee.
This is the gist – congeniality.
More Laterans and lattes than latrines.
I must have some Italian in my genes.
Too much, you think? A little over-the-top?
My humble view is, may it never stop!
I’d love to drown in white-veined porphyry!
How better to applaud the Master Plan
than make His Home as gorgeous as you can?
The feast, it happened, of Saints Peter and Paul.
I’d called in early for a final look
at Saint Teresa in her cosy nook
before the tourists made a shopping mall
of this delightful church. My plans on stall
(for Mass was under way), I soon forsook
my statue contemplation, since the hook
the sermon dangled caught me in its thrall.
Those two great saints of Roman pedigree
had done their time in prison, unlike us,
but (said the priest) our new captivity
is of our own creation – reasoned, thus:
“The Prison of the Ego”. Yes, that’s me.
To add one word would be superfluous.
Walking to Rome
On my way to Rome, I walked with a group
of Jews who had left Israel because it had
become a racist state
The Jews were a group of young men and
women on their way to Rome to seek an
audience with the Papa to ask him to take
a stance against the orgy of brutality
against the Palestinians
Their goal was the creation of a Palestine
They, as Jews, could be a part of a new future
I listened to their ideology, and they were
Young enough believed in the shared dream
I knew that, should they see the P, he would
be nice to them and speak in a measured
voice, because the Papacy was a political
too, and nothing must upset the balance
I don't know if they got an audience with the pope
But I learned something vital, I had tended
to speak about the Jews in a negative form
and didn't see the difference between Zionism and Jews
As for me, I met a wonderful woman at Travessa
de Santa Maria and had a splendid time
The feast, it happened, of Saints Peter and Paul.
I’d called in early, for a final look
at Saint Teresa in her cosy nook,
before the tourists made a shopping mall
of this delightful church. My plans on stall
(for Mass was under way), I soon forsook
my statue contemplation, since the hook
the sermon dangled caught me in its thrall.
Those two great saints of Roman pedigree
had done their time in prison, unlike us,
but (said the priest) our new captivity
is of our own creation – reasoned, thus:
“The Prison of the Ego”. Yes, that’s me.
To add one word would be superfluous.
Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs
Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana
Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine
Be bold. Lift in weightless step. Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow
Brothers Giuliano and Lorenzo de Medici
were co-rulers of medieval Florence in Italy.
Giuliano was murdered by a rival family.
The assassins were from the family, Pazzi.
They were Francesco de Pazzi and Bernardo Baroncelli.
The infamous event took place on a Sunday
during High Mass at Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore.
This attack happened on April 26, 1478
before ten thousand who witnessed Giuliano's bad fate.
The murder was the product of an elaborate conspiracy.
Executed were eighty members of the Pazzi.
This was a tragic event in Italian history.
I thank Wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem
contours of the church
sing towards the dusk skies
above the vineyard
and it’s a ghostyard too
sweet machine gun Santa Maria!
there was a murder at the toy store last Sunday
attack of the insomniacs
one for each sign of the zodiac
missing their ringfingers
cold to the touch
thoughtless and toothless
in a wreckage of their minds
circling around the bell tower
a streetcar named Gunfire
traveling from new lands
still long forgotten
a smiling woman sits inside
remembering the days
that repeat through history
LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.
Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash in.
The navigater shot the course
over the main, visions of tapestry and lace
and all sorts of spices in his head.
Gold? Well--Sí, oro.
But he never dreamed.
The natives appeared naked and restless.
In scatted shades of blues and reds,
artists painted skirts on the girls,
long shirts on the old women,
loincloth on the men,
and a pearl studded gilded robe on the king.
Which Chris promptly stole.
His mistake was trying to hide it
from Isabella.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
a sting
upon the face of
reality
La Cantata de la
Santa Maria
SAILOR MOON
Sailor moon is rising proud
‘Neath her sky of stars and cloud
A silvery moonlit trail she sends
To help us find the far seas’ ends
Then scudding fast from cloud to cloud,
She’ll wait behind each darkening shroud,
Light our craft, our bobbing cork,
And watch our small boat like a hawk.
Our silver ropes' lulling song -
The creamy sails drink in her strong
Steady shine - and all the crew -
Oh, Jason, Franklin - they all knew
The creamy foam, the prow going home
From passage icy up to Nome,
Adieu the Sirens of Anthemusa.
Sleepless dolphin lead their cruiser.
The creamy wake behind the stern
Shows her where we made a turn
Like Bounty, Santa Maria, Argo,
Bearing only her moonlight cargo.
*~~~~~~~Jason in the Odessy/Explorer Franklin died 1847 Arctic Canada
* ~~~ ~~~Nome = town in Alaska
* ~~~~~~the Sirens lived on island Anthemusa
* ~~~ ~~~Bounty, etc. = ships of Bligh, Columbus and Jason
Sparkling, empty blue sea
sails break the distant horizon
first one
then two
finally three ships making way
toward unsuspecting shell-gatherers
brown-skinned and naked on
the hot Caribbean sand
Had they known
they could have feigned friendship
Then slaughtered them all in the night
Burned the great ships and
been done with it.
At least for a while
j
Columbus Day Dream
Christopher Colombo was the very one.
Born in Italy 1451.
Day dreamed of sailing while weaving wool.
A captain at sea was in his soul.
His quest compelled him westward bound.
God let him know the world was round.
In fourteen hundred and ninety two.
Three ships set sail on the ocean blue.
The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria.
He captained all three and discovered
~~~AMERICA~~~
COLUMBUS DAY OCT.13th.
MAFLongfellow
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