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Here is my latest poem
Learn to crochet
Grab yourself a ball of yarn
and a crocheting hook
You will also need
a good instructional book.
First you make a slipknot
then you make a chain
How to make other stitches
The book will explain.
When you’ve mastered the basics
It time to try out your skill
Your first completed garment
Will bring you a big thrill.
Here is my latest poem.
Saint Philomena the princess of paradise (poem)
Saint Philomena’s life
was a shinning light
that shone through the darkness
strong and bright.
The world’s false promises
we will not swallow
Saint Philomena’s example
we shall follow.
Saint Philomena Virgin Martyr,
from your throne of grace
cast a look of pity
upon the human race.
Saint Philomena the Wonder Worker
please hear us when we pray
and guide us through the challenges
that come to us today.
Please hear our prayers
and calm our fears
and guide us through
this vale of tears.
Hear us when we cry out to you
in our time of need
and your heavenly assistance
to us please do concede.
Give your angel
some work to do
he will not mind at all.
Invoke him in all situations
whether big or small.
Send him in ahead of you
to prepare and smooth your way
and take care of all the details
that crop up in your day.
Talk to your angel
as you’d talk to a friend
and his wonderful assistance
to you he’ll extend.
Read my book an answers to prayer free on-line by clicking here
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This poem is not meant to belittle the flu. I can be awful and I once had pneumonia and it a serious matter. This is about a person who is grossly overestimating his condition. He is a bit of a hypochondriac. Some of my poems are on serious matters, others like this are written just for fun. Having said all that if you or your family have the flu, take it seriously and look after yourself.
The Poor Flu Victim (a non – serious poem)
My cough is loud
My temperature high,
I feel so awful
I shall die!
The doctor said
It’s just a cold
But pneumonia is
Starting to unfold!
No one seems
To comprehend
That this flu
My life shall end!
Let’s ditch the differences
And play a game.
Let’s pretend the churches,
Are all the same!
We don’t let facts,
And truth, slow us down,
We bury them safely,
In the ground!
The facts we choose,
To ignore,
As ways of unity,
We explore!
I have learnt about two special devotions, which people use in order to pray to Mary for help. The first is to pray to her as: Mary Undoer of Knots. (This devotion is based on an old painting of Mary undoing knots in a rope, which represents our messed up lives) and the second devotion is based on a prayer that asks Mary to take over and help solve difficulties and problems. I have written the following prayer (poem) which ties together these two devotions.
A prayer to Mary Undoer of Knots (poem)
Mary undo the knots
That fill up each day,
Untangle the troubles
That come our way.
Mary take over
And help your child.
Wipe away the tears
And bring back a smile.
Read my book on answers to prayer free on-line
Novena to St Philomena the Wonder Worker for the healing of autism
The powerful intercession of the Holy Souls in Purgatory and ways to help them
The web page has accounts of the intercession of The Holy Souls in Purgatory, for their benefactors in cases of illness, addictions, cars that won’t start, infertility problems, protection in accidents, conversion, chronic insomnia, their help for people who are experiencing major trouble with city councils, success with projects, employment, real estate, finding lost property and trouble with relations, etc. and prayers and ideas on how to help The Holy Souls in Purgatory.
I bought a farm
Which was run down.
It was fifty miles
To the nearest town.
I ploughed the ground
And planted the seeds,
Watered the plants,
And tore out the weeds.
With water levels low,
In the tank,
New artesian wells
Into the ground
I sank.
Some rain was needed
For the crop,
But there wasn’t even
One small drop.
I waited, waited,
For the rain,
And finally
One day it came.
It rained non-stop,
Every day,
Washing all
The crops away!
Then the bushfires started
And the barn burnt down.
I quit the farm
And headed for town.
A bakery shop in the town,
I now run,
And dough I am making
By the ton.
The following three poems were written in my high school graduation autograph book by fellow students
When upon this book you look
and on this page you frown,
remember the one who spoilt your book
by writing upside down.
(The poem was written on the page upside-down).
Never kiss at the garden gate
Love is blind but neighbours ain’t.
When you have twins
Don’t come to me for safety pins
A little bit of chocolate
Will make you feel much better
When your insurer sends you
A claims rejection letter.
If you have lost your job
or have come down with the flu,
A little bit of chocolate
Will help you make it through.
A little bit is good
But a lot is not wise.
’cause you will have to wear
A bigger clothing size!
On the isle of Futuna
Father Peter did toil,
To plant the Gospel
In hard rocky soil.
The converts were few
But the hardships were great.
The king’s son converted
Peter gained the king’s hate.
For all of his efforts
Father Peter was killed
It looked like his efforts
Would now be stilled.
But up in heaven
He continued to pray,
And the isle of Futuna
Is Catholic today.
Click here to read more of my poems
Joe the Smoker
Joe took up smoking
When he was young.
His friends told him,
That it was fun.
Joe thought that smoking
Made him look cool,
But in truth,
He was a fool.
His lungs collapsed,
And his health failed,
Things went bad,
And poor joe wailed.
He collapsed and died,
His family cried.
“He only lasted forty years”.
They said as they sobbed,
Though their tears.
Learn a lesson,
From Joe our friend.
Smoking kills you,
In the end.
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Don’t pollute your mind with garbage
garbage foul and smelly,
the kind of things that every day
are beamed across the telly.
More of my poems can be found here.
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