Teresa Poems

Mother Teresa

USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary


Overcoming many ups and downs, 
pacing the pious path God paved for her,
Mary Teresa born in Albania 
became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.

Tormented by the agony of the destitute
she brought them to her home, 
to where she felt they should be, 
for everybody in her eyes is born equal.

She heard

The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa

Her body becomes a chapel 
opened by flame,
arched in surrender
to a light too holy for flesh.
The angel smiles 
          (soft and deliberate)
as if he knows 
ecstasy is edged with death.

She breathes not air but radiance,
each gasp a half-formed prayer.
Her ribs open like shutters
and eternity bursts in

Esme Teresa and Elle Norma: A Lament of Light

At twenty weeks      they saw the light—  
two daughters  Esme Teresa and Elle Norma    
            wombed in delight—  
before the room  
          

I can finally breathe by Teresa zimmermann

Hello my little friend 
We meet once again
Go away, leave me alone
But I'm the only one that's always home 
That may be so, but I know that's not true 
This can't be it, it can't just be you
Well I'm always here when your feeling down 
Especially when I see you, everytime you frown
That's not ok,

Mother Teresa

Devoted and loyal to the service of her God all of her life

You're a Regular Mother Teresa

Sensitive skin 
Scraped by sensitive information
If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone? 
A scuba diver without his mask is just a body in water 
A father without a child is just a stranger 
A lion's head on the wall is a symbol of wealth, 
Not strength
If I don't know

The Mother of Mother Teresa

The sweetest, most special thing I've ever heard--
(though as a kid, Mother Teresa thought it absurd)

Was her mother's primping before her father returned
Every work day evening, after their bread was earned

She always wanted to welcome him home with love
& their shared mission was to lead their kids Above

Pretty Teresa

Pretty Teresa
In the dim lit room sat an old geezer
Waiting patiently for the stripteaser
He waited in vain
For to his disdain
Came along songstress pretty Teresa.
1st April 2021

Mother Teresa

Mary Teresa from remote Albania all the way
came as a young girl to India to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to become a benign missionary of God.

Home she brought the sick and the destitute,
who got new lives under her divine care absolute.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it

Mother Teresa

Mary Teresa of Albania became Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Overcoming many ups and downs on the pious path she set.
Tormented by the agony of the poor and the destitute
Home she brought them to where they should be as she
Experienced the divinity of call of compassion from within,
Resonating as the voice of God in the dark night

Teresa May

I am not a fan
Nor am I a voter
I am just a poet
Definitely not a quitter.

You can say I am creative
But I am not an activist 
Words are my calling
There is something about poems
That I need to be reporting.

Journalism is not my profession 
I am a writer
A story teller
A humanitarian

Politics is not my forte 
But

Donald Trump and Mother Teresa

Time’s a jet plane
when you’re young.
You go to school
get a good job
marry someone nice
and have a family
if that’s your calling.

Then the kids grow up 
and move out and 
things start falling
apart even if you 
have a pension and
many now won’t.

Poor health sneaks in
like a submarine 
and in time you forget 
to take your pills 
so

Mother Teresa

Swarms of flies infest teary eyes,
the untouchables have no worth.
And live and die in the gutters,
shunned by society since birth.

The sick occupy the shadows,
where death entombs these castaways.
For faceless crowds take no notice,
how the lowest-caste end their days.
 
A woman with a giant heart
felt India's poor were in pain.
And brought them medicine and hope
to shelter

Mother Teresa

This morning the calling bell rang just at
Five, I thought it was the paper vendor
Sun was yet to spread its golden impact
His time was at six, who was the caller

A soft violin tune of sweet ghazal
Sweetened the small space I was seated in
From my room the clouds looked like cathedral
The air outside seemed scented and

Salutation To Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa, I salute thee!

              Thou art,a pious soul and
     
              Indeed God's chosen messenger

          

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