ON MARY’S MERRY DAY
Let’s be in love’s flow,
Mart’s birthing water’s gift:
God, in Jesus Christ:-
Let’s enjoy the merry day!
Giving and enjoying love:-
Blessed be Mary!
Merrily birthing our God’s
Divine Supreme Love:-
Let’s have a Merry Christmas:
Sharing gifted love supreme:-
Merry Christmas, Love;
Child of the Holy Spirit
Of God, and Mary:
Collectively—with Joseph—
Supreme service, clarified:-
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the Virgin Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
A serpent poured soothing wisdom into Eve’s ear
For her to eat gnosis fruit for unborn Seth
So its seeds were entombed in her soul without fear
This gnosis remained unborn and without breath
Christ himself, the Word, flew into Mary’s ear
So breath and life itself entered her sleeping womb
To become the awakened babe, so now hear
The flower of gnosis singing out of the tomb
Enduringly left the spiritual task
Of praying for what Catholics ask:
A fresh day in her wondrous breakthroughs bask,
An open-it-and-one-finds-rich food flask,
For lovers of the fabric: Good Damask,
The wisdom for proofs statue is no mask.
None prays that she outrage owners of cask:
Saints who smoke and you can’t its question ask…
It’s been a back-dated virginity:
If one tastes sex, flees one’s virginity;
There’s no answering-it opportunity;
The pregnant now faces maternity:
A sacristy that gets more decorative,
This no big deal to judge pejorative…
At one point wanted some word with her son,
While he had devotees in the sun;
And it was time Christ crushed Monopoly:
The more hateful than Oligopoly…
No disputing this: some film editing
But a camera for Mary fitting.
beautiful lily
purity and innocence
fresh life
rebirth
represents Virgin Mary
and Resurrection of Jesus Christ
I cannot claim lily
but Karen means pure
and my name is pronounced Karen
V. Virtue
I. Immaculate
R. Righteous
G. Grace
I. Innocence
N. Nativity
M. Mother
A. Angels
R. Reverence
Y. Yield
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Bobby May. 2P
My sister Mary was contrary
She met a nice fellow named Harry
He tried, without a doubt
But she would not put out
Virgin Mary will never marry.
written July 20, 2021
Between the mountains
Virgin Mary Mother of Jesus
Appeared to six
Faithful in Mejugorje
and a little child shall lead them
in this case
six of them
prayer conversion, fasting,
penance, peace
all the things that could right the world
bringing Catholics to a stronger faith
but not for only Catholics, for all believers
Catholic pilgrimage
Inspired by six little children
“and the little children shall lead us”
makes sense in Mejugorje
The sun is spinning
rapidly changing colors
hearts and crosses appear
to the faithful
Blessed Virgin Mother
appears to the believers
Who continue to pray
as God has taught with the heart of a believer
Heavenly Mother,
How could you bear to lose your son?
I weep reliving your agony.
Born from anxiety and despair, beneath
My stomach the babe which the State
Will judge and find guilty.
To shackle, beat, enslave, and murder against
My motherly will.
Beginning with you, beloved Mother,
Inherited from mother to daughter
My damnation of motherhood.
Praying constantly unable to stop.
Perhaps my child will be spared?
As I am their mother,
There is no guarantee.
Cursed inheritance, an unbroken shackle,
Hated fate, branded into the flesh of the heavenly son.
Reborn in children who bare his image, thus branded.
The child peers over a shoulder awaiting punishment
Whether they committed a crime or not.
It matters none to the State.
Devoted Mother, how could you know
Your son was not to be the last?
Centuries after his crucifixion, children following
His death and mothers overwhelmed with agony.
The scars on soul and flesh echo over the centuries.
Fresh and deepening, your trauma’s lifespan grows.
Fracturing my heart.
Sweet song of the Virgin Mary,
Most magnificent story,
Heralding salvation’s message,
Good News for the ages.
Mother of the exalted Savior,
Held in God’s greatest favor,
By Miraculous Conception,
Brought near our redemption.
Chosen by the Father above,
Unconditional pure love,
The central theme of Advent time,
Unique new paradigm.
She obeyed yet was perplexed,
As told in the holy text,
In worshipful humility,
Mary yielded graciously.
O Holy
O
Holy
Mother of Jesus
Mary
Virgin
Untouched one
Mother of Jesus
God needed a vessel
It was
His way
To come down
Himself
To prefect, His perfection
His glory endowed
In to Mary
His spirit entered
His breath, His love, His soul does
So Holy
O Holy mother of Jesus
Mary
Virgin
Untouched one
Mother of Jesus
Birth humanity Immanuel
The Virgin Mary
Virgin Mary
*Panagiota
Madonna
Virgin Mary
God’s Madonna He produced in her
O
Holy mother of…
Jesus
8/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
* the Panagiota is Greek name for the Virgin Mary, "Panagia" or "Madonna"
Panagiota
Dear little insect
«Our Lady's Bird» bring good luck
~
Aphids for supper
a red robe with seven dots
Virgin Mary sent from God
08.07.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Tanka: 5-7-5-7-7 syllable
Sweet Prince of peace conceived in love
Born Of God and the Virgin Mary
And in the light of a star bright
Angels came saying: "Behold tonight
In the city of David a savior is born
Most holy, Born of God And The
Virgin Mary
And as the Shepherds who watched
Their flock on a faraway hill came to the
Manger so quiet and still and fell to their
Knees and praised the Lord
And as they slowly left the nativity they
Went spreading the word then people did
Come from all around from the lowly to the
Three kings to see the infant Emmanuel
And they also fell to their knees and
Worshiped the Lord
Sweet prince of glory conceived in love
Born Of God and the Virgin Mary
In the ancient city of Zion
Where Heaven gave birth on Earth
And in the light of a star bright
Angels came saying: "Behold tonight
In the city of Bethlehem a savior is born
Most holy, Born of God and the Virgin Mary
2000 and something years ago we were
Given one more second chance through the
Grace of the sacred Trinity when Jesus
Was born, Born of God and the Virgin Mary
Love Letter to God from the Virgin Mary. (You could sing this one, tune is "What am I living for...? sung by Clyde McPhadder, way back when.)
What are we fighting for?
Look at the sparkling sea,
So beautiful..
What are we fighting for?
Look at the snow-clad Alps,
So pristine,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the desert dawn,
So golden warm,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the valleys and lakes,
So serene and calm.
What are we fighting for?
Look at the tiny ant,
So perfectly small,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the human form,
So miraculous,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the clouds,
So fluff and moist,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the Planet Earth,
So bountiful,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the blazing stars,
So heavenly,
What are we fighting for?
Look at the Universe,
So infinitely large,
What are we fighting for?
Mary's Love letter to God,
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
I once saw the Virgin Mary
On a wall in San Francisco
Black marks on a stucco wall
I knew you by the streetlight
A vision of sanctifying grace
Then fussy on a tangled path
Far from my roots of origin
You spoke directly into me
Through my rough exterior
Reaching into the child in me
A mother caring for her baby
Forgiving before I even asked
In a whisper my voice told her
Bless me for always being less
Virgin Mary of the alley wall
Not judging me or hating me
For the person I pretend to be
Seeing us all as your children
A mother who understands us
Sharing your grace and beauty
So if you are gone in the morning
I ask you to keep your heart open
And to remember me here as I am
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