Jump to content
An Old School Catholic Message Board

Third Attempt At Poetry Thread


hyperdulia again

Recommended Posts

hyperdulia again

First, I was Bride, longing and burning for Groom.

I was Bride hungering for the sound of His Voice,

and the sight of those eyes emblazened with the passion He feels for my soul.

Later, I was Bride, jilting my Husband, my Groom, my Lord.

I was Bride, pushing away my ardent lover's advances.

I was Bride, watching that beautiful face stained with tears because of my coldness.

Now, I am Bride, wrapped in the tenderness of His Love.

I am Bride, returned to my Lover's arms.

I am Bride, forgiven of my adultery, forgiven of my refusal to submit and be overcome by Him.

One day, I will be Bride, crowned and at His side from age to age.

I will be Bride, begging mercy at His Father's feet.

I will be Bride, triumphant and basking in His glory always.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Honestly Hyper, it's a beautiful poem . . . but I resisted replying because I am unfortunately picturing you in a White Dress Covered with a Veil and its kinda scaring me . . . :blink:

Edited by BLAZEr
Link to comment
Share on other sites

hyperdulia again

the point isn't to get ME responses, I just want to keep it on the front page.

i think i'd be durn cute in bridal attire.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Kilroy the Ninja

I like the poem.

On the other...

how do you feel about Vera Wang? :P Just kidding!!

(I picture you in a Vera Wang dress... conservative, but spirited...)

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Seatbelt Blue

Round the corner, just a little farther down the road

Is an empty bar that's sitting there, unused.

The cars don't come this way no more, these days

Have grown out great and grey and become gener'lly confused.

Across the street from the hotel in which you slept

Away the nights that were so hot you had to leave,

The lights are off inside a restaurant that closed at six o'clock

But it's eight with so much more to clean.

The rain falls hard on the umbrellas of the world,

But you accept that water's coming from the sky.

It's little things like that which make you think about the Lord,

but thoughtless you walk toward the yellow line.

Out behind the old convenience store where once

Upon a time you thought you'd found a honest man,

You found a cluttered mess of magazines, and dripping wet,

You gathered each and every one by hand.

Underneath a thousand stars which shone so brightly that

A streetlamp could obscure them from your view,

A homeless man sinks slowly down, and, on the ground, he lies

Asleep and dreams and hopes of getting through.

The light turns red and you approach the line which seperates

The opposite directions of our lives.

You drum the wheel and wait a minute to continue

On the distance that you've chosen to survive.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

hyperdulia again

great poem Seatbelt!

kilroy, you and i both know i'd get married in a mini while wearing some of those see-through stripper heels.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

For F.S. from an 8-year-old boy

A shower of light

From heaven does fall

It tells me you're there

Above it all

It falls like snow

Soft and blessed

It says your soul

Is now at rest

And so this tear

Falls with a smile

Knowing I shall see you

In just a little while.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 3 weeks later...
hyperdulia again

There is a Queen in the Heavens,

A mortal woman crowned with grace,

Infused with grace,

Residing in unutterable glory.

Born like you and I,

But born without Adam’s stain resting on her fair brow.

Born that she might carry

In her virginal womb

The great King of Endless Worth

And by so doing become the mother of all who live in Him.

There is a Queen in the Heavens,

Assumed body and soul,

Taken up into the arms of her son,

The God-man,

The one who hung on a cross,

Bruised and shamed for the sins of the world.

There is a Queen in the Heavens

And immaculate beauty

Who serves God by being His reservoir,

The place where His Grace is stored

And the place from which it flows.

Queen of Heaven,

I bend my knee to you.

Virgin immaculately conceived

preserved from the stain of all sin

Teach me what it is to serve the Lord our God,

to say “Let it be done unto me.”

Queen assumed into Heaven,

I stare at you in wonder and amazement.

Mother of God,

Mother of man,

I throw my arms around you

And cover your loving and maternal face with tender kisses.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
×
×
  • Create New...