St. Poems - Poems about St.

The Temptation of St Anthony I entered the desert, took a vow not to speak Lucifer’s here too, hoping silent men grow weak My path seemed so straight but quickly became oblique I question whether it is I that fetishise the bleak The fish sang in bass tones, dirges I once knew A trapped fiend plucked strings from a...

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“For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ.” (Galatians 1:10) In exile ‘midst the southern timbers’ walls, My chamber bleeds the candle’s dimming thralls. Upon the midnight blaze, I weep in vain, Awaiting courts beneath Islamic reign. For mother’s...

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climb between the spires hot bare feet on sugar beach touch the winding surf opening and closing eyes i’ve left earth for heaven’s peak tour leaves the pitons ~ on the bus, bananas and warm cassava bread ...

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no turning back at nineteen years of age with bonded Love no eyes could see or earthly arms could hold dear into a fold of aligning human Heart with Divine injunction none could part self dies and dies some more mere cart dark night after dark night only He could lift in Time convoluted sore by suffering...

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separated by vows of abstinence but forever bonded by Light entwined two parallel Orders twinned in material poverty firm endured with One Heart beating to missions of Love ordained in living Truth never adjourned vessels of opposite gender each frolicking happy dancing and singing as children of holy futures Assisi blessed two exceptional...

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I carry a house upon my back, A fragile frame of dreams and stone. Its windows cracked, its timbers black, But still I walk, and still alone. Each wall is built from words unsaid, From nights I stitched with fraying thread. Its roof is shingled with the dread Of all the tears I never shed. I pass through valleys, rivers wide, This house sways...

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not Irish but on this day I wear emerald green ...

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Aunt Bertha’s been drinking with Mable Ten Guinness cans litter their table They’re ‘nissed as a pewt’ This fact they dispute But cannot stand up, they’re unable! Old Mable can’t rise from her seat She’s cussing (words I daren’t repeat) Then she yells, “Get help quick Cos I’m feeling quite sick" Which angers the barman named Pete! Two students help Mable to stand She blurts, “Getting...

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Irish tales of what a leprechaun gives away If you don’t wear green on St Paddy’s Day a painful pinch Like Suisse’s Grinch, a green tie or vest so invisible you’ll stay ...

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Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric A bold gent with such clout All Eire’s snakes he shooed out Never has there been a saint so theatric! Robert ...

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Today we give cheers to St. Paddy Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy ...

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babe I stumbled home— drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin but you—your copper mane ablaze— my wild Morrigan a feral Celtic Faerie Queene waging war against the wreckage. You told me love was a lie stitched by leprechauns but your touch proves there’s truth in everything we break and rebuild. Chased the wail of a banshee tonight hoping to drown the shame gulped it...

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Haigh! Ye from Emerald Isles Sky and seas hide in your eyes Wear green pride on your sleeves Stepdance, play harp and lyres Wear a fresh shamrock, Pray Happy Saint Patrick's day!...

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A romano-british Christian obtained long-lasting recognition This apostle to Ireland God did send an evangelist,easy to comprehend...

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Ireland quite grand with gold to hold in green we seen beer flows all knows take in head spin drunken shrunken the mood some food happy chatty and dance in trance no dull a...

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