Short Convent Poems

NONE’S FUN

Rabbit
Habit

Convent
Intent

Praiser
Raiser

Farewell
To Hell

Deacon
Streakin’



10/28/2016...

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A poem without a comment
          Like a nun without a convent

             All alone in the world
             Inadequacy unfurled...

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Breaking Back to Meet Goal

To meet goal have been breaking back,
Yet facemasks we still do seem to lack;
Live in tent,
Or convent;
With all that we possess must attack.

Jim Horn...

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Cat Needs a Workout

Flabby 
Tabby

Chat Cat

Gabby
Tabby

Grumpy Cat’s Relative

Crabby
Tabby

Cat with 9 Violent Lives

Scabby
Tabby

Cat with Raggedy Coat

Shabby
Tabby

Cat of the Convent

Abbey 
Tabby

July 13, 2022...

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Tripping,
Falling,
Tripping,
Acid ride inside,
What changed?
Woodstock woman,
Living dead zombie,
What changed?
Made you give up,
The ‘deadhead’ lifestyle;
Trading for a hobbit,
A Grecian convent,
Nevermore are you;
You,
The higher path,
Married to God....

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Bert was the head convent
An arrogant cocky little squirt
His belligerent feelings were often hurt
Because he was rude and often curt.

His wife was tidy, neat and pert.
Her talent was ironing his favorite blue shirt.
About them both we liked to blurt
For they were rather awful, Mert and Bert....

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crass is not cool but

and that would be the only saint convent created by the roman catholic metic church apparatus

She constructed a faith relationship coming out of Judaism so the porridge wouldn't fall down the shaft of

the art in looking for the peace method.

He is probably taken over by such a strong feeling of hit me up....

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A RACE TO DE-BONE FISH:
Filet
Relay

A CONVENT FOR SHELL FISH:
Oyster
Cloister

A MEMBER OF THE UNDER SEA MAFIA:
Mobster
Lobster

A PROMISCUOUS SHRIMP:
Trampy
Scampi

A MUSICAL RED SNAPPER:
Snapper
Rapper

A COMPASSIONATE FISH:
Caring
Herring

A LAW ENFORCEMENT FISH:
Grouper
Trouper

2/2/13
Entered in Brian Strand's All Yours Contest...

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Dolphin women joined the pink convent
It was a hullaballoo, said my cousin Kent.
The dolphin men tried to crash in too.
But alas, they were turned away in Kalamazoo.

I hear they wear pink hoods and capes said one.
That’s a rumor said my auntie whose name is Munn.
The men are all about trying to get in is what I heard.
They are acting crazy about it, silly, kind of absurd....

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I'm a teenager in a convent boarder's uniform, wool coat buckled tight.
Brother a college student in town, both heading home for the weekend. Holding tight to his waist, leaving all stuffiness behind as we speed off on his motorbike.

green fields fly by us

   
      we will take the back roads home
              

             rebels with a cause




27/06/2020
A MEMORY Poetry Contest
for Line Gauthier...

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Convent 
I think of you now, 
Why I do not know. 
You made an impression upon me. 
How? I cannot answer. 
You just did. 
I know now I miss you. 
Yearn to be by your side. 
I just want you to know this. 
That I miss you and think of you.
Some will call it wrong. 
We live in a world of rules. 
But who can or will rule a human heart? 
I think of you right now...




New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers...

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Self annuity, that one fray
that disrespects its disarray,
what wrong I learned from, must relay
to self's apportion, not obey!

The slavery of respect's allay
that merits pride, admits convey
to stifling, while my greatest aye
is understanding doubt's dismay!

The mass of reverence, scant to faith,
admit my fault, except, convent,
experienced lessons make my day,
that vacuum of consent, risks pay!

What not to do ~  again, OK!...

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In the song of the antelope,
  the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
  her beauty unseen

The tower still distant,
  its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry
  a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley
  her prison unseen

Through clouds in the distance
  her pleadings, her screams
  
The miles before him
  twin antlers ahead

His future unfolding
  —his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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In the Song Of The Muses,
  the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
  her beauty unseen

The tower lay distant,
  its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry
  a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley
  its prison to free

Through clouds in the distance
  her pleadings, her screams
  
Two miles before him
   all love waits abed  

The future unfolding
  —his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Listen to poem:

The Ripe Olives and Red Wines of Florence
David J Walker 

Austere is the way I remember 
The convent in Florence
 
Perfectly white walls 
And the small single bed fronted
 
By worn floors from daily 
kneeling in prayer

A simple soup 
will be served
At supper 

My native guide says 
Possiamo fare di meglio in città

Either way there will be 
Ripe olives and red wine served with

Artisan bread dipped in garlic 
Sweet basil and virgin olive oil...

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A CONVENT GIRL  

This is the girl,
Who’s in a whirl,

Who came to the, Convent,
Looking despondent.

This is the nun,
Who’s highly strung,

Who started to lecture,
In spite, of her denture.

This is the Principal,
Who’s very strategical,

Who can dismiss,
If something’s amiss.

Then Mother Superior,
To whom we’re inferior,

Performs her role,
To reach her goal.

These then are the four,
Inside the door,

Of a truly despondent ,
Lady-like Convent...

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Surely, you just made the right turn,
Exquisitely featured, fresh faced
Xanthochroid; Pose properly placed,
Unwilling to deny or spurn.
Arrangements, made by those who yearn,
Lead to bodies properly spaced,
In a harmony that has paced
Zealous methods that make us burn.
Agreements, such as these, were made
To, first, correspond to consent.
Into the act, we must, now, wade.
Open the door of your convent,
Navigating the love we laid,
So that we can search the content....

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