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.

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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.

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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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