Best Jesuit Poems

"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning 
from Hell 
which never 
really left him 
any peace, 
the...

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Philippines, my country of birth,
one of the countries in Southeast Asia.
It is an archipelago or group of islands,
with more than seven thousand islands.

Luzon, the largest island in the northern
part of the country, is where I was born
and where Manila, the capital is located.
Manila, the city...

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
                    a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride 
       ...

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The sweet sweat chorus of forgotten voices
Bared and marred by torrents of ugly vices
The agonies of today seemed to know an alien song
Memories of yesterday was singing but out of beat
Soon the pains of tomorrow will certainly dance 
To the agonizing rhythms composed in an...

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Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. 

"I'm going upstairs," Hubert tells Ruth as he hoists himself out of his old recliner, "and if I don't ever come...

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Just suppose – a hierarchy rules this shadowland
Pulls the strings of governments, not walking hand in hand
Amend our constitutions, to suit their future plans
Throw Christians to the lions, as Lucifer demands

Just suppose – this world monarchy ruled for several thousand years
Their power borne from knowledge...

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ANIMOSITY VESSEL :
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Here she sit at her thresholds corner;
Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal,
Crazely permitting no one to untie her shameful sandal,
Eagerly wish people swallowed by scandal.
Chameleon her pseudonym screamed from the huddle;
Many are...

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>>1111>>WHAT IS THIS THING WE ARE LIVING IN?<<1111<<

Surrounded by beauty away from cities criticism,
Sitting in awe, But questioning being a law abiding citizen,
What is this thing we are living in?
What the hell is up with all the harmful acts I'm witnessing?
Designed strategically, and intentionally sending...

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In his youth he became an Anglican deacon,
but the doubts about Protestantism beset him
and after further study,
he returned to Catholicism.

Young Jesuit priest,
arrested by priest hunters
in Anglican England 
for teaching about the Christ.

He was convicted of high treason
and executed in England,
which had been  Catholic for...

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Pray for Margaret you Jesuit priest, 
   who wept for falling leaves but cast no blame.
   Her soul, as leaf-meal lies, is now the same
in Heaven she can now confront her beast. 
Oh! Grief, not sweet-or-sour, but only grief, 
 ...

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They think that, when you hear the gospel, you start working, creating by your own strength a thankful heart which says, ''I believe.'' That is what they think true faith is—Martin Luther

Your faith is not blind
Change is what you’ll find
Submit
now, your troubled mind
Genuine and kind
Admit
all...

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He was born to Protestant parents
and became master of a grammar school.
In London, he was converted 
to the faith of original Church.

In Rome, he became Jesuit novice.
Soon after he was ordained a priest,
desiring to become a missionary to India.
He returned home to recuperate from sickness.

In...

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Angelus Silesius Translations

The rose merely blossoms
and never asks why:
heedless of her beauty,
careless of every eye.
-Angelus Silesius, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

The rose lack reasons
and merely sways with the seasons;
she has no ego
but whoever put on such a show?
-Angelus Silesius, loose translation by Michael R....

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You’re the reason why I write poetry.
Seeing beauty and promise in the mundane.
You are the music – reverberating gong.
When you smile, I have won the lottery.
I walk around grinning like the insane,
‘cause you put in my heart a lilting song.

That you favoured me, how could...

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This Easter we honor God’s Holy Son,
Who willingly,gave up His very life!
So that human beings could live an
eternal one.

Christ had his Calvary, and each of us,
We will have ours.
Not one of us are perfect, but we can, by His laws live.
To earn a place in...

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