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At The Confessional Box...

there is this boy
who looks like me when i was once a boy like him

who as taught by the priests
of the catholic schools have to be on a regular confession
inside that box where the priests
listens....

(Father i have sinned, i have not gone to confession
for a week and these are my sins...repeat, repeat, repeat,
and the priest, perhaps tired and
bored says...

my little son, say three hail marys, five our fathers, and 2 glory bes
and if you have time

write a poem) .

and so the poems since then were written.
the boy did not stop to live within that confessional box
the priest died
earlier than expected.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maryknoll

Women priests are not allowed no matter how loud they scream,
They fired one priest already for going along with their dream,
So the Catholic Church takes this serious and no women priests allowed,
Though some priests may have been pedophiles; this is never said out loud.

Some Maryknoll fathers and brothers liked this women-priest notion,
They didn't realize this idea would cause such a commotion,
Though the Church of England has had women priests for years,
And some of them may one day be bishops without many fears.

I don't know much about this whole religious painful affair,
But I think it's time for a change in the real world out there,
This is the twenty first century with the Internet all around,
Not the fifteenth century where we had to knuckle down.

poem by James Bredin
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Confessing Sins

when guilt is full
there comes a time when we think of
the possibility of confessing our sins,
the usual sins of omissions
more than our sins of commissions,

to a friend perhaps, but you doubt
for he has more sins than you have
and it might as well end
on the reverse, you the listening tree
and he the barking dog,

or perhaps to a religious group but
you shy away because of their number
and you might as well at the end be the
subject of their gossip
in town for a week or so,

and so you become a catholic again
on a Sunday before your parish priest
you kneel down and confess your sins,
and your dismay the priest says,
'
my son these are not sins anymore
under the new doctrines
with an ending, don't worry my boy
you'll do penance just the same
say three our fathers and three hail Mary's
and don't come back

your sins are the same as mine'

what comfort is this, when sins are confessed
to a person on the same misery and guilt as we are.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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P2 Vatican Blues (Last Saturday Night)

Gazed at the ceiling from below
A splendid Michelangelo
Filled my heart with delight
Last Saturday night
Arrived believing from home
Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome
Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic
Last Saturday night
Now how come nobody really noticed
Puff of white smoke knocked me out
The truth is hiding, lurking, banking
Things they do at night
It's quite suspicious to say the least
Even mentioned it to my local priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday Night
I wish somebody would tell me
That it's only a show
I'll confess, own up, let's bface it
In my concrete tuxedo
It's quite suspicious to say the least
While mentioning it to my priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
One Our Father three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
One Our Father three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
George Harrison: voz, slide guitar, cavaquinho e coros
Jeff Lynne: guitarra acstica e elctrica, wurlitzer, coros
Dhani Harrison: guitarra acstica e coros
Jim Keltner: bateria

song performed by by George Harrison
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Life of a Roman Catholic Priest

A priest is nearest Christ;
A priest is Christ at times;
A priest is almost Christ;
A priest is most divine.

A priest is God’s shepherd;
A priest must tend to flock;
A priest must be like ‘rock’;
A priest should ne’er defrock.

A priest communes with God;
A priest draws hope from Lord;
A priest shows love of Christ;
A priest carries His Cross!

A priest is tempted too;
A priest has falls in life;
A priest falters also;
A priest has strength from Christ.

A priestly job is tough;
A priest’s life can turn rough;
A priest has strife enough,
But has to smile and laugh!

A priest helps harvest souls;
A priest has many roles;
A priest has but one goal –
To drink from Christ’s own bowl!

Pray that more priests should come;
May priests curb their freedom;
May priest usher Kingdom;
A life for Christ’s welcome.

Fondly dedicated to Rev. Fr. Xavier Claudius,
Beloved Parish priest, ‘Holy Family Church, Perundurai

poem by John Celes
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Like Father Like Son

He was raised in the english way
His daddy taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
They sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone elses rule
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away
He read letters from home at night in his bed
And got this uneasy feeling when his father said
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
He bought his daddys car and he learned to drive
And when he left school he got a nine to five
He met the girl and he got his spouse
And they had the child and they got the house
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away
He loved his son and he helped him build walls and fronts
He knew hed heard it before
Someone had said it once
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
He raised his son in the english way
And he taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
He sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone elses rules
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away
It must be something much deeper than fear or pain
Another child learns a pattern he wont break the chain
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise the next boy

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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From You Fall.

The two catholic priests sat
in the Breakfast Room
off the refectory
in the abbey.

They looked up
when you entered
then continued
their conversation
about Dante
and you poured
yourself a coffee
and a small bowl
of Cornflakes
with a little milk
and sugar.

You sat down
and sipped the coffee.

There were prints
of Michelangelo
on the walls
and a crucifix above
and between
the two doors
that led to the
refectory
where the monks ate
three times a day.

The priests conversed
but said nothing to you.

Their words were uttered
in posh well bred voices.

One said
Few believe in Hell these days
and even fewer in Paradise
and those that do
have vague ideas
gathered from odd books
you find on airport
bookshop shelves.

You listened half heartedly
as they talked.

You wanted to ask
about the place.

Wanted one of them
to hear confession.

Maybe one
to give absolution
and perhaps offer a solution.

You could hear
the footsteps of monks
in the other room
getting their breakfast
of bread and jam
and black French coffee.

One priest laughed.

You never heard the joke.

The other guffawed loudly
in a girlish voice.

And the woman was seen
leaving by the back door
semi dressed and in great distress
the priest continued
And Father Denton
was never the same.

Then they were silent
and stood and smiled
and went their way.

You sat alone in the room.

The Michelangelo prints
reflected the single bulb
hanging above the table.

The Crucified seemed
above it all.

You would find some other
to hear confession.

To give absolution
from your fall.

poem by Terry Collett
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My Confession

Maybe youve noticed how I linger by the door
Looking for ways to hang around
I never felt my moment ever show itself before
But Ive got to speak or lose you now
Chorus:
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession
The one thing I can do
How will I ever make you mine
If you dont know that Im alive
I confess to you
My love for you
Hell never say the words Ive rehearsed a million times
Or stop your tears before they fall
Hell never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes
His heart is barely there at all
Repeat chorus
I have always believed somehow
Id be standing right here before you now
Hoping the last breath I take
I take in your arms
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Richard Marx
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Do It

make your confession alone
before yourself
'in front of a mirror

you man weak
with the will, and the act,
do it

make your confession alone
before yourself
without the priest

put the candle
and beside mirror
even rather small

clean your conscience
more lightly
for you will be

to die...

every your thought
direct
to God

not to people
and stop
already deluding yourself

don't search
at other
consciences

one's you put away
where? I don't know
try to find

make your confession alone
before yourself
in front of a mirror

poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Get Busy

D-dig (x3)
D-dig y'all

(repeat)

What I am
what I am getting older
what I need is a man by my shoulder
what I am
what you are
alright I'm sick of your lying there

Look at me
look at me growing colder
everyday
I get a little bolder
what I am
what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there

And when you lie there
why must I lie there

(repeat)

(repeat D-Dig)

Why am I
why am I feeling stronger
now the days
and the nights getting longer
what I am
what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there

And when you lie there
why must I lie there

(repeat x4)

Get on the microphone surround with truth

But I try to survive in a whore's dress
something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed
my mother told me
priest just told me
too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out
my brother's getting sicker sicker
while my pretty sister sits there
bitchin about her figure
time to move and get away
get away and open up to your freedom today

And when you lie there
why must I lie there

(repeat X10)

D-Dig y'all

song performed by by Guano Apes from Proud Like A God
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Live It Up Tonight

We're strong, we're weak, we're tired
We're straight, we're gay, we're bi
We're black, we're white, why
To tell the truth, we lie
We get so trapped inside our little lives
They disappear, before our very eyes
Chorus
So come on live it up tonight
Live it up tonight, move on
It's time we gave it up tonight
Live it up tonight
We won, we lost, we tried
Be a saint, I'm fine cos I died
I'm so sick and tired of crying
So tonight, it's time, just fly
So now we got so close
Caught up in the deal
The only thing we had is real
Repeat chorus
So we can keep it, make it real
Can't you feel
Though it hurts so bad
To say goodbye
I know my love for you
Is still alive
Repeat chorus X 2

song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Keep On Pumpin It

Written: stock waterman, kylie minogue
1:
Lose my mind (repeat)
Here we go!
Lose my mind (repeat)
Come on (repeat)
Here we go!
Come on (repeat)
Chorus:
Gotta keep on pumpin it up
cause I like it
Gotta keep on pumpin it up
cause I like it
Chorus:
(repeat x5)
2:
Come on (repeat)
Here we go!
Come on (repeat)
(sampling)
Chorus:
(repeat x12)

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Stop, Look And Listen

I was walking down the street
just the other day
I caught a glimpse
of life vivid reality
I saw a man on the street
had no clothes or shoes
these are signs of the times
that's what they say
Everybody better
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
to your heart
The prophets of the times
are written on the street car walls
can't you seem them crying
can't you hear them call
Mother mother children still
got to grow
father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
to your heart
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
somehow seem to be the growing
theme
Prophets of the times
are written on the street car walls
can't you seem them crying
can't you hear them calling
Mother mother children still have
to grow
father father where do we go
Repeat chorus
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
Forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
repeat chorus
repeat chorus

song performed by by Donna Summer
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I Know There Are Other Kinds Of Poetry

I know there are other kinds of Poetry-
I know for many a confession cannot be a poem-
But for me my confession is my poem
And my writing what I most intensely think and feel
And need to say-

It may not be Poetry for you
And it may not speak to you at all,
I don't want you to waste your time
With what is meaningless for you-

But if the poetry of Confession
And mine in particular
Can be poetry for you,
Thank you for giving my lines
Some time and attention.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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