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Let's Just try to keep this to stricty poetry. No discussion of it, or congratulations, let the words speak for themselves. Post what stuff by you, or by your betters:

Just Me by Theophilus Penitentae

Oh Little Flower, how can it be,

Clothed in plain simplicity

That all my fancy coterie

May fall away and I be left just me?

But please, if it pleaseth Him,

That I be shorn, clothed from within,

Then may I never more again

Be draped in rags so weak and thin.

Happily I shed it here

And just a peonie appear

And where the paint and plaster stood

I may be left, just me and good.

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cantstopdancin9

The infamous Phatmass Creed:

OdE tO pHaTmAsS

I like phatmass a whole lot

here my faith I am taught

creepy aliens are the best

although they never sleep or rest

they post and post all day and night

by morning billions of posts, oh what a fright!

here you can find answers and love

here we hand out plenty of hugs

where catholic is phat and mass is kewl

where you come and chat after a tough day of school

where hyper and dust are a little loco

where cmom ain't afraid to shake her caboose

where JMJ and Ice are silly gooses

where Bro Adam is on the loose!

So come and join the pham, there's plenty of room

Catholics for life, with just a hint of kaboom

Just Kidding! As soon as I get back from dance I put some of my real poetry lol

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you know i just had to hit this phorum up. I got a flow for yall, a rap against abortion. Hope yall like it and pay attention to the message its tryin to put out

~Fx

You will not mock my God!

You will not silence my voice!

You will not kill my generation,

cus you think you got a choice!

You can protest and moan!

But let one thing be known:

There are millions for pro-life

I do not stand alone!

Abortion is murder

murder is sin!

"THOU SHALT NOT KILL"

want me to say it again?

But you wanna take a life

man you're so selfish

but thats why IM her

defendin the helpless

im gonna have my voice heard

every chance that i get

even if this means prayin

right by the clinic

i know you doctors get mad

but Wha chu gonna do?

you got the choice to kill,

i got the choice to pray dude!

You will not mock my God!

You will not silence my voice!

You will not kill my generation,

cus you think you got a choice!

You can protest and moan!

But let one thing be known:

There are millions for pro-life

I do not stand alone!

Some times these things

they make me so mad

all the things goin on

in the world thats bad

even love is takin wrong

it makes me so sad

why dont you get married..

then be a mom or dad

these things they come

in a specific order

but now we have this

generation of lawyers

and this ACLU

with all of their orders

turnin the United States

into a State of disorder

cus they try to twist the comandments

every which way

now you see why there are

many teen pregnacys today

and thats why we have so many fallin away

but im fightin that man

cus im here to stay

cus even if all you pro choicers

try to cohort

i will never stop tryin

to prevent you to abort

and even if all yall try to silence me

there are MILLIONS OF OTHERS

that will follow me!

even tho abortion

makes me act so angrily

you think im gettin physical

na man i fight peacefully

you can try to get me mad

but you know what id do?

get on my knees say a prayer

then shout "I FORGIVE YOU!"

you think you have won,

but this fights just begun

ima keep fightn abortion

till my last breath is done

ima takin this fight

to the steps of congress

ima stay in this fight

if it turns out my longest

but in the end

pro life will be the strongest

we'll put an end

to abortions long list

of the babies the kill

oh, it makes me so ill

if they do it by the doctor

or the beaver dam pill

god sent me here

to stop the killin of babies

when i heard its done

it makes me foam like rabies

with the help of god

abortion i will stop

and i wont ever stop

till abortion is dropped!

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The Missionary

Across all lands far and near

Sent to bear a love so dear

Yet far beyond these walls I know

Her mortal flesh was wont to go.

But limitless was her reach

And all the world would hear her preach

From deep inside of Carmel's heart

A simple "Yes!" to do her part.

And so with jubilant surprise

The love of God before her eyes

A happier site man has not known

Than this Little Way before the Throne.

And so for her a Mission land

Is every day, so bleak and bland

Working tirelessley in his sight

To fight the ordinary fight.

My Dear Therese it gladdens me

That your great work is Charity.

Without pomp, God's great delight

is simple love, borne in his sight.

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ReformationNow

I found this one this morning among my carp from High School. I present it as I wrote it back in 1998, with the original psuedonym I used to sign my poetry.

Silent Screams

"There's a loneliness within my soul,

I know not how to fill this hole,

Women, wine,

Pain, and blood,

Are but distractions,

I have no one.

I can, I won't,

I will, I must,

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

My life is a war that will never be won,

Damned to live,

Cursed by the sun

Blood-let holes within a knife,

Designed to take anothers life,

Man, the creature, loves to kill,

For sport or war,

It's by his will.

We, the creatures of the night,

Fear not death, we fear not life

Arise my friends upon thy wings,

Fly above these mortal things,

And as we fall back to the earth,

Our silent screams are nowhere heard."-Dark Angel

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A little Ditty by my Man G.K.

Wherever a Catholic Son doth Shine,

There is always food and good red wine,

And may it ever more be so,

Benedicamus Domino.

It's a Toast!

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Inversnaid

by Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.

This darksome burn, horseback brown,

His rollrock highroad roaring down,

In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam

Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth

Turns and twindles over the broth

Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,

It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew

Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,

Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,

And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft

Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet;

Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

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I wrote this last Christmas as a gift to a special friend.

THE JOURNEY

The wood of the cradle is left behind,

In the dark of night the journey begins.

The wail of death and dying behind us

Tears shed for our littlest kin!

What will the wood of the cradle become?

Our exile in Egypt will not tell.

When at last the murderer's dying is done,

A Nazareth carpenter shop may teach us some.

At Joseph's side we learn to be strong.

With mother Mary our hearts sing songs.

As Joseph does, we learn to do.

We must keep working till the day is through!

A vision is growing --

Where will it lead?

From the wood of the cradle

to a heavy crossbeam!

My heart grows heavy, still I know

The road must be travelled

and so I shall go!

Because He came, the world will never be the same.

Because of the Cross, neither will we!

Blessings,

Nell

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i want to write for the cause without a single pause to gather my thoughts which should pour out of my head like my dreams while lying in bed for a time while i'm lost in a new world full of wonder and life contrary to the same despair and strife felt by children and soldiers who kill children and soldiers who have children whom they will never know apart from a photo developed by a beautiful girl with eyes like pearls with eyes blinded to the world by men and diamonds mined by slaves in caves for not a wage but the right to live so I write to give I write to give thanks and give back and attack and defend the cause without a single pause to gather my thoughts until my soul is lost in its burden for the souls of the lost for which the cost has been paid and the foundation is laid for this is the cause for which men have been slain and yet i maintain and remain to write flawless for this cause without a single pause

Edited by mulls
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Amidst the Darkness

Torn apart or brought together?

The waves roar for justice,

The sun scorches it's sorrow

Across a nation where no sunlight is present,

Just a valley of darkness.

But are we torn apart or brought together?

As we all walk in the valley of death,

severe tragedy, innocent taken,

we come together to help each other,

because one lighted candle is burning,

in the midst of darkness.

Torn apart or brought together?

Maybe that isn't the question we must ask.

We must ask forgiveness,we must change.

Look at the one candle burning.

It's been burning with Love for us infinitely.

It took darkness for us to see the Light

and Torn apart and brought together

made this Light Shine for all to see...

amidst the darkness.

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geetarplayer

I wrote this in my Religion class. It was for a project on the first 400 years of Christianity.

Christianity was illegal in Rome

They had to meet in the catacomb

But then there came along Constantine

Who made it legal in the year 313

When he issued the Edict of Milan

Christians were no longer in the wrong

Tertullian first used the word "sacrament"

It took 70 years to make the New Testament

I got an A on that project. B)

-Mark

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