Poetry

[BLAZEr]

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.

[Guest jrob8503]

Cheddah' is

better than Fetta

in my Volkswagon Jetta

snap snap snap snap snap

[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

[FX2]

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!

[BLAZEr]

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.

[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

[jmjtina]

Wow. Ya'll are so talented! B) B)

[BLAZEr]

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!

[BLAZEr]

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.

[Ekilharas]

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

[mulls]

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 October 2, 2003 by mulls

[jmjtina]

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.

[mulls]

bump for the coolness of poetry

[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

[BLAZEr]

bump we need some more poets . . .

"I was a poet and didn't know it, but all my toes are Longfellows"

[BLAZEr]

This is by Phatmasser Anna. It's naturally Poetic:

God is Lover of my soul.

He is always there for me. He is the one I always turn to in distress.

He paints my sunrises, and sunsets.

He has blessed me abundantly with children.

I feel His Love with me always.

Even when I miserably fail Him, He never fails me.

He knows my needs before I even ask.

In the silence of my heart, I feel His Presence.

His faithfulness to me far surpasses any faithfulness I can claim to Him.

Why He loves me, I cannot understand.

And I will never be able to appreciate it enough.

When I do fail Him, or when I am confused about which way to go, He has given me many friends--a cloud of witnesses--who pray for me, and whose life examples show great and courageous acts of Faith, and how God has rewarded them in the end.

I am an unworthy member of His family. I know His Mother. She praises Him with me.

He has provided all good things for me...He feeds my soul with His own Body.

The power of his annointing is so strong when I receive absolution in the Sacrament of Reconciliation.

The strongest human emotions I feel toward God, in my relationship with Him, are adoration, gratitude, and trust.

[Qamidalash]

Mist

Not quite rain and not quite snow.

Something different. Something special. Something more.

Something in-between.

I wrap it around my shoulders and know.

I am not alone.

I am not the only one

in between.

penned by Sarah in 7th grade (4 yrs ago) but still by favorite poem! I think it relates to a lot of people.

[Cure of Ars]

A Hymn: O God of Earth and Altar

O God of earth and altar,

Bow down and hear our cry,

Our earthly rulers falter,

Our people drift and die;

The walls of gold entomb us,

The swords of scorn divide,

Take not thy thunder from us,

But take away our pride.

From all that terror teaches,

From lies of tongue and pen,

From all the easy speeches

That comfort cruel men,

From sale and profanation

Of honour and the sword,

From sleep and from damnation,

Deliver us, good Lord.

Tie in a living tether

The prince and priest and thrall,

Bind all our lives together,

Smite us and save us all;

In ire and exultation

Aflame with faith, and free,

Lift up a living nation,

A single sword to thee.

- G.K. Chesterton

[jrndveritatis]

Poem by G.K. Chesterton about Notre Dame. He visited there in the 30s and was at a football game or two.

The Arena

Causa Nostrae Laetitiae

(Dedicated to the University of Notre Dame, Indiana)

There uprose a golden giant

On the gilded house of Nero

Even his far-flung flaming shadow and his image swollen large

Looking down on the dry whirlpool

Of the round Arena spinning

As a chariot-wheel goes spinning; and the chariots at the charge.

And the molten monstrous visage

Saw the pageants, saw the torments,

Down the golden dust undazzled saw the gladiators go,

Heard the cry in the closed desert

Te salutant morituri,

As the slaves of doom went stumbling, shuddering, to the shades below.

“Lord of Life, of lyres and laughter,

Those about to die salute thee,

At thy godlike fancy feeding men with bread and beasts with men,

But for us the Fates point deathward

In a thousand thumbs thrust downward,

And the Dog of Hell is roaring through the lions in their den.”

I have seen, where a strange country

Opened its secret plains about me,

One great golden dome stand lonely with its golden image, one

Seen afar, in strange fulfillment,

Through the sunlit Indian summer

That Apocalyptic portent that has clothed her with the Sun.

She too looks on the Arena

Sees the gladiators grapple,

She whose names are Seven Sorrows and the Cause of All Our Joy,

Sees the pit that stank with slaughter

Scoured to make the courts of morning

For the cheers of jesting kindred and the scampering of a boy.

“Queen of Death and deadly weeping

Those about to live salute thee,

Youth untroubled; youth untutored; hateless war and harmless mirth

And the New Lord's larger largesse

Holier bread and happier circus,

Since the Queen of Sevenfold Sorrow has brought joy upon the earth.”

Burns above the broad arena

Where the whirling centuries circle,

Burns the Sun-clothed on the summit, golden-sheeted, golden shod,

Like a sun-burst on the mountains,

Like the flames upon the forest

Of the sunbeams of the sword-blades of the Gladiators of God.

And I saw them shock the whirlwind

Of the World of dust and dazzle:

And thrice they stamped, a thunderclap; and thrice the sand-wheel swirled;

And thrice they cried like thunder

On Our Lady of the Victories,

The Mother of the Master of the Masterers of the World.

“Queen of Death and Life undying

Those about to live salute thee;

Not the crawlers with the cattle; looking deathward with the swine,

But the shout upon the mountains

Of the men that live for ever

Who are free of all things living but a Child; and He was thine.”

--G.K. Chesterton (1930)

[Cure of Ars]

For work and to visit my friend I was in the car by myself for about 12 hours last Friday. During that time I thought up a lot of this poem.

I WANT TO WANT

I want to want to pray and adore.

I want to want to be holy and pure.

I want to be able to say,

I hunger for Christ both night and day.

To be moved to tears by the site of the Cross.

To lay down my life and not count the cost.

To fall on my face when you are lifted up.

To be broken like bread and poured from the cup.

Righteous rage and passion extreme,

to state the truth without being mean.

To be hot and cold, but never lukewarm.

To stay the course despite the storm.

To see Christ in the lowly and the poor,

to answer the knock that is at the door.

To crush the snake of my rock like heart.

To place my feet on Peter thou art.

To be open and joyful to the gift of life,

like Christ to the Church my I give to my wife.

I want what I want and I want it all.

Faith, Hope, and Charity

My God and my all.