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Found Poetry of why Catholics Honor Mary

Learning something as I go along — i.e. what is “found poetry?”

Plus an added bonus in that dVerse wants poetry regarding Privileges.

Reading here on WordPress from other knowledgeable bloggers aroused my interest.  I did what any other person does these days, search google.

Wanting to try it, I decided to go for the Bible and see what poetry I could find.  After researching “found poetry” and the rules, there were none — changing, switching words, cutting, pasting adding or subtracting anything is permitted as part of the creativeness.

However

I was at a disadvantage searching the Bible because, well you know the Bible is the Word of God; therefore having to be careful not to change the context was a must.

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Taken from the Book of Luke; Chapter 1

Title of my “found” poem

The PRIVILEGE of Mary

(verse 26)    Angel Gabriel
(29)               His word
(30)               Hast found grace
(35)               Power of the Most High
(38)               The angel departed
(42)               Blessed art thou among women
(46)               Mary said
(48)               All generations shall call me BLESSED 

 

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With the exception of seeking into the Bible for God’s Words. 

Otherwise the art of FOUND POETRY, in my opinion, the art is in the montaging of words.

  Click here to see what I mean:
http://tinyurl.com/y38dqqyk

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Poetry with a question

I intended to add this to Mr.Linky on dVerse, for today’s open link Night. However,  I hesitate to again mistaken rules of the poetry form, at the same time anxious to learn. This one here is my attempt at putting it into the formation of a Nonet, but to fit it, I had to change the wording just a little on Joyce Kilmer’s famous poems titled “Trees” lines in question are 11-12. My question would be, is it permitted to change a quote, just a little?

Nonet poetry: nine lines with the syllable count of
9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1

God’s design! His poets find God through
His handiwork; some with just sight
While others are gifted with
The vision as Kilmer
states, “Poems are made
by fools like me
only God
makes a
tree.”

 

Tree

 

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Invisible —Believe it or not!

The Mass of All Times, in one way, is imperceptible “time-traveling.”
Too subtle to even perceive, one might describe it as invisible. Unlike the service known today in your neighboorhood, Catholic Church as the Novus Ordo to distinguish in order to publish the new service by  Paul VI in 1969.

I speak here of the attributes of the traditional Latin Mass only.

Invisible in the sense that we are here and we are also there. Our invisible soul is going back, back through time all the way to a day which Christ crucified on the Cross and purchased the human race — redeemed us!
When we kneel there contained within our physical bodies during the consecration of the bread and wine, time is as if suspended, postponed.

Having an unbroken history from the present day to the distant past, it also establishes an inspiring covenant of unity across the world everywhere.

The sacred language used is as a Pentecost again commemorating the descent of the Holy Ghost upon the apostles. The traditional Latin Mass not only provides universality for all people of all times, till the end of time.
But, within the Mass, Christ perpetuates Himself in the world; likewise, through the Mass, the world can gain perpetual life in Christ.

With all their power
Poorly fail to end His Mass
Seek, and you shall find

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Never Give Up

My first attempt for dVerse at Rubaiyat which is a  form of poetry.

Titled: Time; Your Gift

Our sashaying through viability
Little thought of essence, humility
Yet, pride leads the way to an illusion
Self-fulfilling to disability.

Near the end, its all about confusion
Wrought from competence to our delusion.
We cry out with great regret — life, time, gone!
Truth = what IS! God always the solution!

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Back to Kindergarten; a MEMORY!

dVerse is asking bloggers to walk around our house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem. Do take a photo of it if you can, and post the photo too. Perhaps your poem will describe the object, or share a memory about the object, or let us know why the object is important to you; or why it’s hanging there. Any form of a poem is fine; serious or fun or reflective. The key is, we want to hang out with you today and learn about something hanging where you live!

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Every time I hear the word “Hanging”, it brings back a memory of me, standing there in kindergarten with the other children and reciting this poem. It had great meaning for me, then as a small child, but today the meaning is even greater. For certainly I have been a very naughty child of God in the past 78 years of my life. Although this is not my poem, composed by me, the author, I believe, is anonymous.

Jesus hanging on the cross,
Tell me was it I?
There are great big teardrops, Lord,
Did I make you cry?
I have been a naughty child
Naughty as can be.
Now I am so sorry Lord;
Please come down to pardon me!

Image of my home walls as seen below:

walls

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Your Epiphany Don’t Miss It!

Below please read my very first Sonnet poem composed and response to dVerse Poets. The beginning of a New Year and an opening of dVerse Poets who will be creating a new book with samples of poetry in the form of prompts to bloggers. My Sonnet Rhyme scheme:
ABAB // CDCD // EFEF // GG

An Epiphany every day to share
something to live for — a rewarding gain.
Personal lightning bolts, some call prayer!
Very easy for your genius to train.

Your friend — SILENCE helps complete the design,
your enemy — unwanted DISTRACTION.
Ability to relax perfect sign,
unwind; now ebb, reach to satisfaction.

Now place yourself in the presence of God!
Listen gingerly that song of quiet,
refusing to become a lightning rod.
Grow near supernatural reliant.

Awaiting peace of soul we hunger for
Since the Voice of God, Silence, not ignored.

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We Met on Christmas Day—1957

My Christmas Gift from God!

Married … 1961

Now he is gone, his name was Dennis!

A MEMORY afraid to forget

Some die soft and others die-hard.
You left me with a heart scarred.
His Will was to call you home
His Will left me all alone.
Your words to me were bravely spoken
Today I understand the words foretoken.
“It’s Gods Will,” you said over and over.
“Please lend me a prayer,” and moreover;
“What did our priest just say to me?”
Words I just couldn’t foresee.
“Our children will now care for you,”
He knew they would follow through.
Now that it’s been six long years
What I do best are shedding tears.

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