in the plane
the woman next to me
her lips fly away with prayers
her fingers dance
twisting her prayer beads
tanka by John Tiong Chunghoo
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She Told Her Beads
She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim;
And ever as her fingers slim
Slipt o'er th' insensate ivories,
My rapt soul followed, spaniel-wise.
Ah, many were the beads she wore;
But as she told them o'er and o'er,
They did not number all my sighs.
My heart was filled with unvoiced cries
And prayers and pleadings unexpressed;
But while I burned with Love's unrest,
She told her beads with down-cast eyes.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Rubber Of The Rosary
I am the rubber of the rosary,
said Sister Paul, my finger and
thumb move over the beads like
a humble worm, I utter prayers
like a hissing snake, my breath
rising in the air like a frightened
bird. The silence enfolds me like
my lover's arms, its peacefulness
kisses my ears like my lover's lips,
the touch of the thick silence my
lover's fingertips. His breath breathes
upon my neck, His requests utter
In my ears, His love echoes through
my being. The darkness embraces
me like a black cloth, my eyes see
shadows in nightly prayers, my sight
fails me with its tired eyes, the late
nights, the on knees prayers, the
going up and down the stairs to
and from the chilling chapel. I am
a denier of self, my self denial is
my weapon against the selfish I,
my way of keeping the ego in its
place, the surging wanter of wants
kept check, each fight for self denial
takes its toll, the selfish I wants its
revenge, seeks its way through my
daily walks, my day to day talks,
the moment of eating, drinking,
sleeping, the dreaming nights.
My lover comes at my least request,
His eyes see me in the darkness's
hold, His fingers find me and release
my bonds, His words echo through
the blackest night, His love warmer
than the sun's kiss, His nearness
closer than air to lungs, than stars
to sky. My Lover comes, my prayers
are heard, my soul is lifted up, my
finger and thumb push round the black
beads, He is there, noting each whispered
prayer, he lays me upon my bed, rests
me down, His holy lips healing my soul,
granting peace to my all too human head.
poem by Terry Collett
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After Rain
Today
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.
In this shy sun
The raindrops look like silver beads of prayer.
So blest
Am I, I'd like to tell
God and the rest
Of heaven-dwellers in the garden there
All that befell
Last week. Such gossip is as good as prayer.
Ah well!
I have, since I'm no nun,
No beads to tell,
And being happy must be all my prayer.
Yet 'twould be fun
To walk with God 'neath the wet trees out there.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Twisting
She set your goldfish free
And now shes sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesnt have to have
Her dbs record back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
Shes not your satellite
She doesnt miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And marshall stack
She doesnt have to have
Her young fresh fellows tape back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Twisting By The Pool
Were going on a holiday now
Gonna take a villa, a small chalet
On the costa del magnifico
Where the cost of living is so low
Yeah, were gonna be so neat
Dance to the eurobeat
Yeah, were gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool
Sitting in a small cafe now
Swing, swing, swingin to the cabaret
You wanna see a movie, take in a show now
Meet new people at the disco
Yeah, were gonna be so neat
Dance to the eurobeat
Yeah, were gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And youre never gonna be out of reach
Theres a call-box on the beach
Mmm, youre gonna look so cute
Sunglasses and bathing suites
Be the baby of my dreams
Like the ladies in the magazine
Yeah, were gonna be so neat
Dance to the eurobeat
Yeah, were gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool
Im a twisting fool
Just twisting, yeah twisting
Twisting by the pool
song performed by by Dire Straits
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This Is My Prayer For You
Peaceful valleys, mountaintops
No dark alleys, or sudden stops
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Love is calling, starry skies
Always falling, but not for lies
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Chorus:
May all your sweet dreams go unbroken
May every wish youve ever spoken
Come true
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Celebrations, true blue friends
Revelations, and a heart that mends
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
Repeat chorus
Arms that welcome, doors opened wide
All your loved ones, gathered by your side
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
May all your days be filled with laughter
May all your prayers be quickly answered
This is my prayer
This is my prayer for you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire, music by Tony Arata, Gary Scruggs
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Dance!
dance!
in the light of the dawn.
dance!
as if there were none.
dance!
to the call and the cry.
dance!
today you live, tomorrow
you die....
dance!
without holding back.
dance!
the color between white
and black...
dance!
for the gift of the pain.
dance!
in the sunlight, in the rain.
dance!
let two become one!
dance!
till all is said, and
all is done...
dance!
let your life be a prayer.
dance!
because you can, because
you care....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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With Hope We Build
With hope we build our own
fingers into mission light.
Our temple fingers steeple form
to reaffirm prayer light.
Only our fingers when humanity
needs salvation hand?
Prayer our fingers steeple pray
peace earth wide in every land.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Inspired by Issa - Behind my Back
behind my back
two women's tale of their life
to that on the screen
inspired by
behind my back
fingers rolling prayer beads...
evening cool
-Issa,1812
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sonnet: On Prayer
The pow’r of prayer can astonish you;
Through prayer, we can speak to God each day.
There isn’t a thing that prayer cannot do!
A miracle can happen, if you pray.
A prayer ought to come deep from your heart;
God hears your prayer if you can just kneel;
Saying a prayer is a faithful’s art!
A prayer must be fervent in appeal.
God answers prayers said by righteous souls;
Through Mary, we can win favors from God;
A hymn of praise or thanksgiving has roles;
When more than two can pray, God will reward.
A prayer can change fate of sinners all;
A prayer breaks sin’s invisible wall!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-3-2008
poem by John Celes
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O Black Woman, Dance!
I have kept them in awe-shrowded gaze
Austere ebony writhe in gold diaphanous silk
Whet by steady hisses from the musician's strings
Brunette, long and lean woman- like hausa goat
Let drums and flutes guide your feet
To sensational display
Jocund fancy wrapped in African beauty
O black woman, dance
Turn and twist
Beauteous ripples to magnify your tone
As the land's music peppers the mind
Flaunt your well-weaved 'koroba' and dance
Your 'alari' will suffice, will adorn your will
O black woman, dance
Stride far from ambience and sift
Your fellow women's noises- whether of jilt or eulogy
Here we drum, listen coldly
Sway as the blown palm tree in goldness
And muddled murram beneath your soft fine feet
O black woman, dance the dance of spirits
Replicate the joy of the unseen
Built concrete in all our happy corners; intent and purpose
Dance, dance till to glory you depart
From clank of gongs, cries of beads cleaving your lithe waist
And shouts of children, bemused
O black woman, dance
Let me keep them in awe-shrouded gaze
poem by Oludipe Samuel
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Prayer Warriors
We are the prayer warriors and we say the prayers
For all the people for whom we care.
It matters not the position you’re in
If you’re good or if you sinned.
We all need prayers some time in our lives
Especially when things don’t turn out right.
When you’re sick or in despair
The prayer warriors are always there.
You pray for me as I pray for you
And all our prayers will come true.
We do not have to be gathered
As a group when we pray.
In a church, a temple, in a steeple
He listens to all of us, for we are his people.
They say there is strength when we gather in prayer
A common belief that we all share.
So let us pray for our fellow man
Because he now needs a helping hand.
So father we thank you for the blessings each day
And helping all who come your way.
poem by Louis Rams
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Butuan Airport
i met this old woman
who lives in Seattle
dance teacher
now at 79
she does not look like
an old hag
really
she brags she can dance
the boogie or
tango non-stop for
five hours
she does not eat much
she walks more
she told me she was once married
but she ended it
she went her way
to the U.S.A.
her husband made her a punching bag
did not give her money
had other women
as she served as his geisha
washing his clothes
cooking his meals
bathing him
etcetera
her neighbors even advised her to
poison him one day
but she didn't
instead she went her way to the U.S.A.
where she is now free
she says she can dance non-stop for five hours
and no one has yet
defeated her for that
oh my! what a woman!
in just a short span
of time
while we waited for our plane
she, i think
has told her story
so well.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Has His Measure
Sister Cecilia fingers the beads.
The wood hard between finger
And thumb. The Christ has been
Rubbed smooth by years of prayer.
Shines like a new coin. Her feet ache
With cold. The fingers work their magic.
Her lips move to the rhythm of words
Carried on breath. She carries her
Christ in her breast close to her heart
His picture in the black and red book
In a pocket of her habit of black cloth.
She knows He follows her and listens
To her words and thoughts and watches
Her deeds done in darkness and light
In coldness and heat in cloister and chapel.
For weeks on end she feels His absence
Like a lover gone from sight on some
Distant voyage over rough sea or far off
Lands in search of some other treasure.
But she loves Him still her constant lover
And knows His worth and has His measure.
poem by Terry Collett
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Unanswered Prayers
The greatest gift
Can sometimes be…
Unanswered prayers
Life composed…
Then unexpectedly exposed
as a labyrinth of layers
For what you pray today…
could be The opposite of…
your prayers upon the morrow
And the granted prayer
Now wished undone, becomes…
A source of new found sorrow
Take care in prayer
Intone it wisely…
waste it not, I pray of you
Take care in what you pray for
For your prayer…
just might come true
poem by David Whalen
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Dance, Dance, Dance
Never thought love had a rainbow on it
Used to think a cloud was a nightmare
That was up until I first met you
Now I go around hoping you care.
Dance, dance, feel it all around you
Dance, dance, dance,
Never thought love had a rainbow on it
See the girl dance
See the girl dance.
Mississippi mud never touched her fingers
California sand lies in her hand
Love her more than life as the daylight lingers
Early in the morning Ill be her man.
Dance, dance, feel it all around you
Dance, dance, dance,
Mississippi mud never touched her fingers
See the girl dance
See the girl dance.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Every Woman II... For William O Everson
every woman
I make no judgement
large small fat thin
old, young
though not too young
(I am an old man)
I accept as a beautiful landscape
a work of art to reach
to touch
to be gazed upon
every woman
a rosary I wish to pray
a set of beads I wish to tell
with aching fingers...
a sacred set of mysteries
every woman
a beautiful field I wish to roll in
a field of flowers
of mown hay
a harvest to be taken in for winter
every woman
a warm summer pond to lie into
to be held caressed
every gully every turn
a new sense of wonder
still
every woman a rosary
sacred silent deep
an offering from God
to God a whisper
of a promise
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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Night's Definition
breasts and pelvis
hands and lips and
butts and asses.
on the other hand
some have fingers
clasped in prayers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hers Was
Hers was a life of compliance.
Fulfilment of another's wishes,
observance of another's needs,
conformity to the rules set down
in stone. She was the rubber of
beads through fingers, touched
by thumbs; the beads of the rosary
would be sealed by prayers.
She was the self denier, who put
herself last, one who sacrificed
pleasures for a promised salvation,
whose menstruations were reminders
of babies that would never be,
children which would never be hers,
dugs that would never be sucked.
She carried the cross through cloisters,
sandaled feet trod the paved paths,
heard birdsong, saw butterflies in flight,
moths at night in the candle's flame,
she hidden away, unknown, no fame
with a saint's name. And each morning
rising with the bell, kissed by the early
dawn, touched by the chill of early frost,
she lived and moved, all for love of Christ.
poem by Terry Collett
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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