Learn to crochet (poem)

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.

Saint Philomena the princess of paradise (poem)

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.

Invoke your Guardian Angel (poem)

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.

Help the Holy Souls in Purgatory and read inspiring stories of their powerful intercession for their benefactors.

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The False Ecumenical Movement (poem)

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!

The breaking of the drought (poem)

It hadn’t rained for quiet a while
the ground was baked and dry.
Our prayers went up to heaven
and the clouds began to cry.
New life sprouted everywhere
The fields were lush and green,
With streams and rivers filling up
It all seemed like a dream.

How to Starve off Senility (poem)

To starve off senility
I suggest you write a poem.
It will help to avoid
the early twilight zone.
Try reading books upside-down
Do the crosswords everyday.
These little exercises keep
grey matter from decay.
Update
A clever man over at Catholic Forum has written two  more verses for the poem.

Pope John Paul II (poem)

In 1978 John Paul,
To the papacy was raised,
By his charm and by his talents,
We were dazzled and amazed.
There didn’t seem much,
That he couldn’t do.
Here are his talents,
To name just a few,
Hiking, acting, skiing,
Writing poems,
And the occasional book.
John Paul certainly made
people,
Take notice and look.
Languages,
He learnt with ease,
It seemed for him,
It was a breeze.
He knew that to God,
All credit was due,
Unlike proud men,
Who haven’t a clue!
In Saint Peter’s Square,
On a sunny day,
A bullet rung out,
And came his way.
John Paul was in
A serious state,
The world was stunned,
By this act of hate.
By Our Lady of Fatima,
John Paul was protected,
Away from his organs,
The bullet deflected.
For many weeks,
We anxiously watched and prayed,
Hoping God’s power,
Would soon be displayed.
A suspect was arrested,
And refused bail,
He was tried and convicted,
And then sent to jail.
When John Paul was recovered,
And again was feeling well,
He visited the hit man,
In a Rome prison cell.
He showed us how,
Our enemies to forgive,
He showed us how,
God wants us to live.
This message is sorely,
In this world needed,
Where the Gospel of Christ,
Is often unheeded.
Under Lech Walesa,
And with support from the pope,
The Polish people formed trade unions,
With courage and with hope.
The communist empire,
Crumbled down,
When John Paul
Stood again, upon Polish ground.
In country after country,
The Communists lost power,
Freedom in Eastern Europe,
Then again began to flower.
History never saw,
A more travelled pope,
All over the world,
He brought faith and hope.
On John Paul,
Parkinson’s disease waged a war,
The once athletic pope,
Was vigorous no more.
On April 2, 2005,
To Pope John Paul,
We said goodbye.
His soul to God,
Would now fly.
From mourners at his funeral,
Came a spontaneous call,
To immediately proclaim him,
As “Saint John Paul”.
In answer to prayer,
Favours, John Paul, started to shower,
Demonstrating his great,
Intercessory power!
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If I get to heaven (poem)

If I get to heaven
I’ll drop you a line,
Just to let you know,
That I am doing fine.
If wings and a halo
are dispensed to me,
An eternally happy person
Forever, I shall be!
by Mary Ann Matulis
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The Poor Flu Victim (a non – serious poem)

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!

The False Ecumenical Movement (poem)

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!

More of my poems

A prayer to Mary Undoer of Knots (poem)

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.

More of my poems

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.

Join a Living Rosary. Click here for more information.

The Aussie Farmer (poem)

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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.

More of my poems

Poems written in my high school graduation autograph book

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

Chocolate (a poem)

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!

More poems here

Abortion (find out what it really looks like)

It is a good idea to confront people with graphic pictures of what an aborted baby looks like.  Father Frank Pavone highly recommends showing these pictures. He receives emails everyday from people who supported abortion and then changed their position to being pro-life immediately, upon seeing the pictures of abortion on the Priests for Life website. Pregnant women who have seen pictures of aborted babies have cancelled their abortion. Seeing is believing. Priests for Life have been trying to get TV stations to show these images for some time.  Father Pavone does not even ask for a message to be given with the TV images.  The images speak for themselves.  Showing pictures of the reality of something is sometimes the only way to get people to come out of denial.  On TV there are horrible video images of the inside of a smoker’s lungs. Smokers who are hooked on smoking like to switch off to arguments against it.  The TV video images of a smoker’s damaged lungs can’t be argued with. Likewise TV campaigns against speeding and drink driving show the ugly reality of a fatal car accident.  Pictures speak louder than words.

To read a poem on the evil of abortion visit this webpage.

Saint Peter Chanel (Poem) feastday today April 28

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 (poem)

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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Cappuccino Time

If you’ve had a real bad day,
And lots of trouble came your way,
A cappuccino will cheer you up,
So pour yourself a nice big cup!

Ways to keep your brain cells active

If you want to keep your brain cells active, try some of the following exercises: read the newspaper upside down, do cross-word puzzles, try writing poems (if you are not good at that, do it anyway just for yourself, until you think it is good enough to share with others), buy a descant recorder and the instruction book and learn to play it.  It is easy to learn music this way and it stimulates the brain!  Put a book to the mirror and try to read the text that you see in the mirror and finally make a list of ten items and try to memorize them, then see if you can remember them. Write them down and check them against your list to see how you went.

Mind Pollution (Poem)

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.