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Magdalene

Magdalene, are you thinking of the gentle man
Who turned your life around
Magdalene. did he leave you any reason to go on
Magdalene, does it make it any better
That you know he really loved you
Magdalene, all your sins have been forgiven, and hes gone.
Magdalene, did he give you back the freedom
To be something you believe in
Magdalene, are you strong enough to make it on your own
Magdalene, I believe he loved you deeper
Than you ever dreamed of loving
Magdalene, and nobody ever left you so alone.
Oh, magdalene ...
Magdalene, are the shadows in the stillness
Of the evening full of tears
Do you wonder how much sorrow you can hold
Are you haunted by the ghost of something
Gone but not forgotten
Will it fill the empty silence when youre old.
Magdalene, are you thinking of the gentle man
Who turned your life around
Magdalene. did he leave you any reason to go on
Magdalene, I believe he loved you deeper
Than you ever dreamed of loving
Magdalene, all your sins have been forgiven, and hes gone.

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Magdalene

I, I know Im a dreamer
Its easy to see I want to be a believer
And fly right through the air
Now Im wide awake
I want you to take me there
The things that you told me
I dont know if I was dreaming
And dreams arent enough
Life is so lonely
I need someone to believe in
Are you in love?
Cant you see thats everything to me
Thats enough
Magdalene, let me hear it said so I am sure
Answer me -- cant you see thats all Im waitin for?
Here I am on my knees once more
Magdalene
Time must lead you somewhere
I dont want to wait
I know you can take me there
The way that you hold me
I dont know if I was dreaming
And dreams arent enough
Life is so lonely
I need someone to believe in
Someone to love
Cant you see thats everything to me
Thats enough
Magdalene let me hear it said so I am sure
Answer me -- cant you see thats all Im waiting for?
Here I am on my knees
Oh, Im begging you please
Magdalene
Magdalene...
Magdalene...
Magdalene...
(scholz-foulke-sikes)

song performed by by Boston
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Kick

Hey, Miss Magdalene girl sympathy mind hey, Miss Magdalene girl power. Power off, yeah grant a flesh show meek inherit nothing but death song queen sex go-go moving like a bad dream promised so long ago blessed art thou among women is this easy come is this easy go mingled with fear you get what you wish, wish, wish, wish, wish Gabriel get out this is my Nazareth wicked joy trembling town wicked joy be a raging machine chosen worthy to explode a king a king, king, king, king, king, king, king, king drilling down deep inside heartache tests the pain girls on the bar swing around danger does the same Magdalene, Magdalene, Magdalene, Magdalene peace grants suspicious crashing like some animals southern terror claws scream

song performed by by White Zombie
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Magdalene and the Beatles's First LP

Magdalene watched Mary
bend down to put on the LP.
The Beatles. They'd saved

up and bought it together.
She took in Mary's stockinged
thigh showing through the slit

in the side of the school skirt.
Mary placed the LP carefully
onto the turntable, with her finger

put the needle arm down onto
the vinyl. The music started up,
Mary stood up and sat next to

Magdalene on the single bed.
Magdalene sensed her there,
her thigh next to hers, her

warmth, their knees almost
touching. What did your Ma
say when you said you bought

the Beatles? Magdalene asked.
She said nowt, Mary replied,
but Da said it was a load of

shite and where did I get
the money from to buy it?
John Lennon's voice sang

over the twanging guitars.
Magdalene said, did you
tell him we bought it together?

Mary nodded. Her hands
pushed between her thighs,
her young face lit up by

the room's light. Don't you
think Paul's a dish? Mary asked.
Magdalene shrugged her

shoulders, studied Mary's
knee where a spot of flesh
showed through a hole in

the black school stockings.
She wanted to move closer,
kiss the cheek, place her

lips on the skin. She breathed
in the borrowed scent that
Mary wore. Said she'd liberated

it from her Ma's room. Mary
talked of the boy they'd met
in the woods above the school.

Tried it on so he did, she said,
over the guitars and Lennon's
loud voice. Magdalene wished

she could put her hands where
the boy had tried. I put him
straight, Mary said, kneed him

where his fatherhood might flow.
Mary moved up and down on
the bed in response to the music.

The bedsprings complained.
Magdalene sensed the movement,
took in Mary's behind going up

and down on the bed cover.
Glory be. She wanted to kiss.
Needed the hand to touch Mary's,

the skin to join up with hers.
Downstairs a voice bellowed
to keep the bloody noise down.

Mary sighed and bent down
to turn the knob the thigh
revealed in the skirt's slit,

the spot of flesh through
the hole in the bended knee.
Magdalene captured the image.

Hid it in her memory bank for
later, for bedtime, for the cosy
pretend hold, maybe more if in
her dream she was lucky and bold.

poem by Terry Collett
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The Burden

One grief on me is laid
Each day of every year,
Wherein no soul can aid,
Whereof no soul can hear:
Whereto no end is seen
Except to grieve again--
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where is there greater pain?

To dream on dear disgrace
Each hour of every day--
To bring no honest face
To aught I do or say:
To lie from morn till e'en--
To know my lies are vain--
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where can be greater pain?

To watch my steadfast fear
Attend mine every way
Each day of every year--
Each hour of every day:
To burn, and chill between--
To quake and rage again--
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where shall be greater pain:

One grave to me was given--
To guard till Judgment Day--
But God looked down from Heaven
And rolled the Stone away!
One day of all my years--
One hour of that one day--
His Angel saw my tears
And rolled the Stone away!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me--
Fallen women--
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of Jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring
Not any spring
No, not any spring
Not any spring

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Magdalene Laundries

I was an unmarried girl
Id just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for heaven
Id be cast in shame
Into the magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
Were trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me--
Fallen women--
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they call this heartless place
Our lady of charity?
Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then theyd know, and theyd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
Theyd like to drive us down the drain
At the magdalene laundries
Peg oconnell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God youd think at least some bells should ring!
One day Im going to die here too
And theyll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring
Not any spring
No, not any spring
Not any spring

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Mary Mary Magdalene

Mary Mary Magdalene,
what do all those stories mean?
Mary, Mary, is it true,
Jesus had a thing for you?

Mary, Mary – He lay with you?
Mary, Mary, tell me true
Mary, Mary, red hair wild,
did He leave you great with child?

Mary, was your love so steady,
that you had had His kids already?
Mary, Mary, at the Cross,
did it feel a gain or loss?

Mary, Mary – on that third day,
what was it like with the stone rolled away?
Mary, Mary, running there with love,
what did you think when He rose above?

Mary, Mary – what was it like, after?
Were there tears or joyful laughter?
Mary, Mary – the kids you had –
did they turn out like their Dad?

Mary, Mary, whore redeemed,
did it work out like you dreamed?
Mary, Mary – your afterlife –
was it mostly love, or mostly strife?

Mary, Mary, were you worshipped or despised
As Mary’s daughter-in-law, Mrs. Christ?
Mary, Mary, did you stay,
or feel you had to take the kids away?

Mary, Mary, with so much love,
did you, too, rise to heaven above?
Mary, Mary, in the sky,
all we ask are the reasons why…

Mary, Mary Magdalene,
What is really true? What does it really mean?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Magdalene

She was only seventeen
In her prime of life she was lean
And her only dream was to be on the silver screen
She hailed from north of Baltimore
Her mama says she'd end up a whore
And she spent up all her dough at the movie show

She's all go go go yeah yeah
She wears her pants on her hips too low
She learned it all in magazines
She's Magdalene
Ain't it funny how the sun shines ?

She was only seventeen
She packed her bag and went to the scene
She said I'm gonna take on this town I'm gonna be the queen
She mingled like she'd been there before
She worked it till they hollered for more
Then she took off all her clothes
Now everybody knows

She's all go go go yeah yeah
She wears her pants on her hips too low
She learned it all in magazines
She's magdalene
Ain't it funny how the sun shines?

Oh no no

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Circus
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Magdalena

Written by: lenny kravitz
She was only seventeen
In her prime of life she was lean
And her only dream was to be on the silver screen
She hailed from north of baltimore
Her mama says shed end up a whore
And she spent up all her dough at the movie show
Shes all go go go yeah yeah
She wears her pants on her hips too low
She learned it all in magazines
Shes magdalene
Aint it funny how the sun shines?
She was only seventeen
She packed her bag and went to the scene
She said Im gonna take on this town Im gonna be the queen
She mingled like shed been there before
She worked it till they hollered for more
Then she took off all her clothes
Now everbody knows
Shes all go go go yeah yeah
She wears her pants on her hips too low
She learned it all in magazines
Shes magdalene
Aint it funny how the sun shines?

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Lights Of Magdala

Oh, the lights of magdala flicker
Dimly on the shore
Holy sailor sailing on the sea
Patiently waiting she walked quietly
To the door
Another lonely night in galilee
Chorus:
Magdalene, dont wrap your dreams in sorrow
Save them for tomorrow if it comes
When well meet within the circle
Round the sun
Oh, if heaven were a lady dont you
Know youd been the one
Through the streets of jerusalem
You followed him once more
Holy sailors come home from the sea
Someone somewheres calling him
To a golden distant shore
Far from the lonely nights in galilee
Chorus:
Magdalene, dont wrap your dreams in sorrow
Save them for tomorrow if it comes
When well meet within the circle
Round the sun
Oh, if heaven were a lady dont you
Know youd been the one

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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At the Foot of the Cross

At the foot of the Cross stood the Magdalene
with Mary, his mother, and John.
Jesus was now in extremis-
the curious people had gone.

The mark of the whips were upon him,
an ugly bruise under his eye.
Blood filtered down from the crown made of thorns.
dripping down from his face to one thigh.

Mary watched as her eldest was dying.
Bore her pain with incredible calm.
She wished that, his agony over,
She’d hold him once more in her arms.

With breath that was labored and shallow
He spoke with his life nearly gone
He commended young John to his mother
And commended his mother to John

He looked at the Magdalene sadly
With a love that’s ineffably rare.
Then with loud voice he cried out to Heaven
A fool might think this was despair.

Joseph of Arimethea
came with a ladder near dusk
With the help of the Priest, Nicodemus
He took the crucified Son from his Cross.

Mary was silently weeping
at the body of Christ in her arms.
She looked at the King Pilate murdered.
Whom the people had greeted with Palms

poem by John F. McCullagh
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To Those Born March 22

To those born on March, twenty second
A special day known as 'Vernal Equinox'
Mary Magdalene, within thee awakened
Calls back to herself, His scattered flock

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Mary Magdalene

Rooney Mara, Joaquin Phoenix, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Ariane Labed, Ryan Corr, Tahar Rahim, Lior Raz

from Mary Magdalene (2018)
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Death Of The Goddess

Hypatia, Sophia, Diana, Magdalene
Four revered women, now forgotten
Earth then despoiled by wicked men
Their ripe ‘n sweet souls gone rotten

(Peace and abundance shall prevail when women are restored to full equality)

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Her name is woman something

You are more beautiful to my heart than others
under the dim street lights.
I know that I cannot expect love,
anyhow, we can have a friendly chat
to avoid this lonely night.
nobody can blame you ever
you too must buy bread and butter.
I always have a sympathy of yourself
because I know that our ancestral sister
Mary Magdalene, her bygone days
How she was suffered.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Magdalene Lane

The angels are lost in the city of stars
Wise men are down on their knees
And the Fruitman of Freeway will sell you his cars
When he's sure that you can't find the keys
And the ladies on Magdalene Lane
All worship the sun and the sand
And the migrants who come can't complain
For this is their promised land
MGM studios can't make the nut
They're auctioning Dorothy's shoes
Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut
And I've got the parking-lot blues
The wizard brought benzedrine smiles
And he never let Dorothy doze
Ha- she died as she walked down the aisle
And all that remains is her clothes
Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado
Can twist up a little girl's head
Aunt Em's on relief and the tin man's a thief
And even the wizard can't wake the dead
The prophet has come to the kingdom of lights
But there's no one to listen or learn
And the saviour performs for the prophet's delight
While dissenters are banished or burned
And the heretics beg to be heard
But the saviour's on tour for the week
Salvation is found in his word
If only he'd learn how to speak!
And Lincoln is laughing with Amos and Andy
Concerning the great Civil War
And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst-looking creeps
While revolution's knocking at his door
Magdalene Lane is the red-light domain
Where everyone's soul is for sale
A piece of your heart will do for a start
You can send us the rest in the mail
For we have our own families to feed
And we can't let them starve just for you
But we'd rather not watch while you bleed
So come back in an hour when you're through
It's just another city full of sorrow
Makes no differ

song performed by by Don McLean
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I’m Astounded By His Strange Love

I am astounded by His strange love,
by the way He lived just as a mere man
where He the creator God chose
to Himself bore man’s punishment.

I am astounded by His strange love,
by the way He wrote in the sand,
forcing the men who wanted to kill to leave
and forgiving Mary Magdalene.

I am astounded by His strange love,
by the way that He daily dwells with me,
being gentle like a unblemished dove
where I am a man full of sin and iniquity,

I am astounded by His strange love

poem by Gert Strydom
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Mary

(Revised Prayer)

Mary Magdalene, walked in grace
Your lord walked beside you.
Revered are you among women
Blessed was the fruit in your womb
of Jesus.
Holy Mary;
Mother of Men pray for mankind,
now at the hour of our awakening.

So it was, so it is and so it shall be

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. John (Chapter 20)

It was the day one of the week;
When dawn broke, Mary Magdalene
Came early to the tomb, though dark
And saw the stone large, set aside!

She hurried to Simon Peter,
And other one, whom Jesus loved,
And said, ‘The Lord has been taken.
We don’t know where they have put Him.’

So, Peter with the other one,
Both ran towards the tomb at once;
The other disciple reached first,
But did not go into the tomb.

He bent down, saw the burial clothes!
Then Peter went into the tomb and saw
And saw the burial clothes lie there;
The cloth that covered Jesus’ head
Lay rolled up in a separate place.

The other disciple went in
And saw, believed the state of things;
For, they didn’t know the scripture say:
‘He had to rise from dead, third day! ’

The two disciples returned home.
But Mary stayed outside the tomb;
Bending over the tomb, she wept;
She saw two angels in white there:
One at the head, one at the feet,
Where Jesus’ body had been laid.

They asked, ‘Woman, why do you weep?
She said, ‘They’ve taken the Lord away!
I don’t know where they have laid Him.’
At as she said, she turned around,
Saw Jesus but didn’t recognize.

Jesus asked her, ‘Woman, why weep?
Whom are you searching for right here? ’
She thought it was the gardener.
She asked him, ’Sir, please tell me where
You’ve laid Jesus and I’ll take Him! ’

Then Jesus called to her, ‘Mary!
She said in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni! ’
Then Jesus said, ‘Stop holding to me;
I’ve not ascended to Father.
But go and tell my brothers all,
I’m going to my Father, God! ’
Then Mary Magdalene went back,
Told all disciples, all she saw.

While disciples stayed with doors locked,
For fear of Jews and evening came:
Then, Jesus stood in their ’midst, said,
‘Peace be with you, peace be with you!
As Father sent me, I send you.’

He breathed on them and said to them,
‘Receive the Holy Spirit now!
Whose sins you forgive, are forgiv’n,
Whose sins you retain, are retained.’

Thomas wasn’t there when Jesus came;
The others told, ‘We’ve seen the Lord.’
He said, ‘Unless I see the mark
Of nails in hands and side, and put
My finger into them, I’ll not
Believe in whatever you say.’

When Thomas was with disciples,
A week later, again inside,
Then Jesus came, though doors were locked,
And said to them, ‘Peace be with you! ’

He told Thomas, ‘Put your finger
Into my hands, into my side;
Don’t be unbelieving, Believe! ’
Then Thomas said, ‘My Lord, My God! ’

Then Jesus asked, ‘Do you believe
Because you have all seen me now?
Bless’d are those who haven’t, yet, believe! ’
Then Jesus did many more signs,
In presence of his disciples.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-27-2007

poem by John Celes
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While Financiers Assisi

Mind you, now, my brethren,
the Scriptures never claim
one day all whores will Magdalene
and disbelievers Paul

and you will never find in Scripture
a single verse that claims
one day all thieves will Dismas
outside the castle gate

while financiers Assisi
inside those castle walls,
their sharkskin suits in tatters,
their eyes, their tin cups up.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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