Poets Corner.

[Tab'le De'Bah-Rye]

Post your own or favourite poetry here.

 

Here's a poem i made up last night.

 

Bury the dead without the lead, picking up bodies from the cold hard earth, waiting for Jesus to resurect them, new birth.

Once upon a rhyme without direction, was found hope with a new revelation, echoing out to the nations, artistic gospel sensations.

Praying for the Spring in the middle of winter, trying to stay warm and all we have is splinters.

 

                                                                                                                                          TAB.

Edited March 20, 2014 by Tab'le De'Bah-Rye

[Pia Jesu]

Very deep, TAB!  How about inserting a Lenten--or non-seasonal--haiku challenge into your thread?  Remember...it's a 3-line poem with 17 syllables (and a 5/7/5 line syllable count).  Very addictive process!

 

Here's mine:

 

Hands transfixed on beams

They strain against splintered wood

to give us His Love.

 

[miserere55]

I love poetry Tab - and yours is a good one!!  I also will take on the Lenten Haiku challenge Pia Jesu - here is my lowly attempt:

 

Veronica's Veil

leaving us an imprint of

HIs Most Holy Face

[Spem in alium]

Loving this idea! Here is my little Haiku.

Look, there is the Lord!
Watch Him bear that heavy cross.
Weep for love of Him.

 

 

Edited March 25, 2014 by Spem in alium

[Pia Jesu]

Here's one by Irish poet, Dermot O'Brien:

 

The full gift of Christ

a place in Heaven his life

the price that was paid

[cartermia]

Hikua Challenge:

 

My Lord, Oh my Lord

Your sacrifice is great Lord

Thank you my sweet Lord

[chrysostom]

The angel, bright flame of the Lord, declared

Unto Mary in the garden. 

Her little form did not twist away to hide

From the brilliance of light,

For she knew not the shame of day;

And she conceived of the Holy Spirit.

 

 

-chrysostom, typed up at lunch

 

 

Maybe more on the Angelus later.

Edited March 26, 2014 by chrysostom

[Spem in alium]

And here is my Lord,
Jesus, kneeling before me.
Wiping my feet dry.
 

[miserere55]

Lent - fasting, praying,

seeking forgiveness of sin,

renewing the soul

[Pia Jesu]

Here's a beautiful poem for Holy Week...written by St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein) on Good Friday, 1938:

 

Today I stood with you beneath the cross

And felt more clearly then I ever did

That you became our Mother only there.

 

But those whom you have chosen for companions

To stand with you around the eternal throne,

 

They must stand with you beneath the Cross,

And with the lifeblood of their bitter pains,

Must purchase heavenly glory for those souls

Whom God's own Son entrusted to their care.