Confessional Poetry
there is no
big box where i
can hide my
face
there is no parish
priest who listens
there is hallway
of the old
spanish church
there are no sparrows
no owls
and no fanfare
no dogmas and
circulars
just me
my finger and my
keys
i am both listener
and spiritual adviser
i am both my
silence and chatter
i am the owl in this
night
the robin in the pews
of my mind
i am my own dogma
but still
no fanfare
nothing to circulate
for there is
no bragging about
the sins
of conceit
the omissions of
the good
the true and the
beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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The Christian response is contained in these two fundamental dogmas: that of the Trinity and that of the Incarnation. In the trinitarian dogma God is one, good, true, and beautiful because he is essentially Love, and Love supposes the one, the other, and their unity.
quote by Hans Urs von Balthasar
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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
Copyright by Dr John Celes 25-7-2010
poem by John Celes
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Who is responsible a rant may offend some
The paedophile a parish priest
Whose outward trappings hid a beast.
Perverted lust that raged below
the saintly face he chose to show.
He preyed upon the innocent
his vile desires warped and bent.
A loathsome smiling predator
who thought he was above the law
He disregarded celibacy
in favour of depravity.
I do not know why this should be
it happens all too frequently.
Then when his sins are brought to light
the church assists him in his flight
to sanctuary in the Vatican
and they protect this evil man
from punishment he well deserves
Offensive to the God he serves.
But it seems not to the papacy
who view his sins more tolerantly.
20-Jun-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Two Minutes Till Showtime
With as much fanfare
As could possibly be expected
The crowds gathered as one
In a flurry of excitement
The noise of chatter grew loud
Filling every corner of the room
The lights dimmed and shone
Across the empty stage
The final sound checks played out
While the performers waited in the wings
The fever of tension grew and built
For all the rehearsals would it be a hit
The songs and the story would it be enough
To answer the anticipation of the crowd
The nervous smiles and looks exchanged
Silence fell and filled the room
Time had come to take to the stage
The lights are up and the show is on
poem by Matthew Holloway
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These Are The Crazed Days We Live!
You can to yourself,
Believe something is 'not' true.
But you can not openly say,
You believe something 'not' to be true.
Because if you do today...
What you choose to say,
May become offensive!
However...
Complete deceit is accepted.
Embellished with fanfare,
It is praised.
A lie kept in secrecy...
Will gain one rewards!
And the more one can amaze by its telling...
One may just get,
A ticker taped parade!
These are the crazed days we live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contemplation Rose
Puerto rican nursery rhymes
Angels in the snow and thyme
And Im keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
Got watchtowers and awakes for free
In the laundromat for you and me
But you cant take me down that way
As Im not sinking
And if we go down one time
Next times not gonna be the last time
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
Didnt I bring you precious gifts
Came to kiss you on the lips
Didnt even appear
To beg your pardon
To lay out in the morning sun
Feel the cool breeze and the one
Right there in, in my garden
Puerto rican nursery rhymes
And angels, and angels, and the snow and thyme
But Im keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
Yeah, and if we go, if we go down one time
The next time will not be the last time, and im
Keeping my mind on that, contemplating that rose
Up in a church in spanish harlem
And if we go down one time, you know
The next time it wont be the last time
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating, and Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church, in a church in spanish harlem
song performed by by Van Morrison
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‘holy Family Church House-warming, Perundurai, T.n.’
Excerpt from Dr John Celes’ Welcome Speech
(to be held on 05-02-2010)
The Shepherd comes to meet his flock,
And bless the church that’s newly built,
Wherein an older church had stood on rock –
A sacred ground of prayer for Catholics!
Let’s welcome him; let’s welcome him, ye sheep!
He brings with him his staff that protects us;
This is the time our hearts with joy must weep;
The anointing will give us greater bliss.
Let’s thank the Lord for giving us this house
Of prayer to worship the ‘King of kings’;
Let everyone take Jesus Christ as spouse,
And tread the road to heaven as earthlings.
The Church though small looks splendidly laid out;
It has been christened ‘Holy Family Church’;
Our parish is a small one without doubt,
Nevertheless, peeps in internet-search!
The flock is one led by our parish priest,
Father Claudius, a dynamic, young man!
Who works hard without mistakes in the least;
‘May God give him good health and long life-span! ’
Our heart-felt thanks to Bishop and all souls
Who gave the land for building the new Church;
Our hearty thanks to all who played new roles,
And doled the sums that can now help to preach.
God made it possible to build His house!
Let’s worship Him with masses, hymns and pray;
Let’s reach the world at the click of a mouse!
And preach the Word of God by night and day.
We thank You God for giving us this place,
And worship Jesus Christ, as a family;
Let sweat of foreheads reinforce this base,
And help to rear this provident LILY!
Dedicated to: The Most. Rev. Dr. Thomas Aquinas M.A., DCL.,
Bishop of Coimbatore diocese
Rev. Fr. Xavier Claudius, the Parish priest and
All parishners of ‘Holy Family Church, Perundurai, T.N., ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-11-2010
poem by John Celes
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Disrespect
A crafty cat crapped in the crypt.
A furtive feline felony,
it left its mark and then it skipped.
The parish priest proclaimed that he
had cause to curse the cunning cat
for sacrilege and blasphemy.
He double damned the dastard cat
that crept into the crypt and crapped.
The theocrat though that was that.
His saintly self-control had snapped.
The phantom feline failed to flee,
the moggy met with no mishap.
The crafty cat quite cleverly
decided it would demonstrate
that it could crap contentedly.
His contempt to communicate
to parish priests. Quite powerless
to declare excommunicate.
Unchristian cats who crap in crypts
or pagan pups, which pee in pews.
They are exempt from his prescript.
All animals act as they choose
they won’t refrain to please the priest
impervious to his abuse.
Such is the nature of the beast
who only do as they must do
. Priests do not matter in the least.
04 Jun.07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Father Ed
The day of his ordination his widowed mum's happiest day
To Sainthood she said my son is on his way
She raised him on her own when his dad of a heart attack died
Of her only offspring she took so much pride
At sixty eight he died in his sleep with his mum he now lay
At his funeral this morning his Parishioners for his soul did pray
He had been their Parish Priest for more than twenty years
And they did farewell him in sadness and tears
Of their Parish Priests the greatest of all
His sunday sermons on morals and chastity they will long recall
But the saddest one at the funeral was his housekeeper Kate
With head bowed as she sobbed she whispered I have lost my soul-mate
To me he was far more than Parish Priest Father Ed
He was my secret lover and he was damn good in bed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Love Making Inside The Comfort Room
we pretend
that this is the
church
that this is
the favorite
confessional
box of the
priest and
his favorite
concubine
we pretend
i am the parish
priest and you
are the wife
of the mayor
and now you
kneel before
me without
a lace
without
clothes
i preach
you
the
naked
truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What's On Your Mind
(spoken by Bones: "It's worked so far,
but we're not out yet"
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
(spoken by Spock: "Pure Energy")
Here I am in silence,
Looking round without a clue.
I find myself along again
All alone with you.
I can see behind your eyes
The things that I don't know.
If you hide away from me,
How can our love grow?
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
I know I could break you down,
But what good would it do?
I could surely never know
That what you say is true.
Here I am in silence;
It's a game i have to play.
You and I in silence.
With nothing else to say.
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
(Spock: "Pure Energy")
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
song performed by by Information Society
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Ragtime was a fanfare for the 20th century.
quote by Russell Lynes
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There is a difference between conceit and confidence. Conceit is bragging about yourself. Confidence means you believe you can get the job done.
quote by Johnny Unitas
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Maybe A CINO
Friend, are you a CINO faithfully, being a Christian in name only?
Christianity they don’t profess, as The Spirit they don’t possess.
Some, may dare profess a faith, never touched by God’s Grace,
Grace that when it’s received, changes hearts that have believed.
True faith’s more than knowledge of, The Lord who reigns above,
But, a faith that brings to earth, God above, through a New Birth,
Spiritual Birth, bringing into life, as Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
Who moves upon this earthly sod, in all who truly belong to God.
There are CINOs in every church, weekly in their pews they perch,
Hearing the Word week after week, but His Truth they never seek,
And in their pews they do remain, with a heart in need of change,
Sitting there as they always have, using their faith as just a salve.
So they leave their house of faith, not changed, by God’s Grace,
Still being who they were before, they entered in a church’s door,
And back into their week they go, with very little change to show,
To those on life’s Broader Way, with whom they work day to day.
So all Christians, in only name, can cause Christ hurt and shame,
By their actions, make no mistake, for their benefit, not His sake,
When you see a Godless testimony, it may just be, in name only,
Not a True Christian, please know, but simply a professing CINO.
(Copyright ©11/2009)
You have to remember that when I met Elvis, you know, it wasn't the fanfare that it is today or even when he was here in the states and I was in Germany growing up.
quote by Priscilla Presley
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What's On Your Mind (Pure Energy Mix)
I wanna know
What you're thinking
There are some things you can't hide...
I wanna know
What you're feeling
Tell me what's on you mind.
Pure energy
Here I am in silence
Looking round without a clue
I find myself along again
All alone with you...
I can see behind your eyes
The things that I don't know
If you hide away from me
How can our love grow?
I wanna know
What you're thinking
There are some things you can't hide ...
I wanna know
What you're feeling
Tell me what's on your mind.
I know I could break you down
But what good would it do
I could surely never know
That what you say is true..
Here I am in silence
It's a game I have to play
You and I in silence
With nothing else to say..
I wanna know
What you're thinking
There are some things you can't hide
I wanna know
What you're feeling
Tell me what's on your mind..
Pure energy
I wanna know
What you're thinking
There are some things you can't hide
I wanna know
What you're feeling
Tell me what's on your mind..
I wanna know..
What you're thinking..
There are some things you can't hide..
I wanna know..
What you're feeling..
Tell me what's on your mind.
song performed by by Information Society
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Some Have Steeples. Some Don't
What do I think of church?
'Yes! '
Church?
Like in 'church' church?
'Yes! '
Well...
Some have steeples.
Some don't.
Some have people.
Some wont.
Some are religiously political.
And some are politically religious.
My vehicle is my church.
And that's all I care about.
'Oh?
So your 'car' is your church? '
Oh.
No no!
My 'body' is my church.
It is my sanctuary.
Now...
Keep in mind,
I am not devoted to keep it as pure,
As it should be.
But I do the best I can,
Not to be led away by temptation.
But everyday I pray to be forgiven,
Of those 'sins' I know I should not enjoy!
However...
You can find me anytime,
Self righteously defending...
My point of view.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, I was a parish priest for five years. I was a curate in a large working class parish in Bristol and the Vicar of a village in Kent.
quote by John Polkinghorne
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