By dovemarie
This book is a series of holiday and holyday poems which were inspired by my religion and by my love for holidays. It contains Christmas and New Year poetry, St. Patrick's Day poetry, Valentine poetry, Easter poetry, and Fourth of July poetry, plus poems about the seasons.
By dovemarie
All the best in the year ahead
Nothing is impossible
Every day is special
Winter days are cold but delightful
You will have riches and well-being
Each day brings something new
A lot of time for future joy
Resolutions will be wise and plentiful
Begin each day building on the one before
Leave unhappy thoughts behind
Everyone can be enriched
Save your pennies for a rainy day
Send out cheer and good wishes
Inner peace will be yours
Never look back
God blesses all His creatures
Dove
By dovemarie
As I look back over the Old Year,
My thoughts fly ahead to
The Coming Year.
I look forward in dread,
At the same time, in hope.
What can I do - how can I cope?
I will taste of this year's cheer,
I will blend Present and Past with Future,
and Christ will give me strength to endure.
By dovemarie
The Christ Child sets His star,
Leading those who come from afar.
Its shining, glorious light
Looks down on an awesome sight.
The Babe in the hay, sweetly asleep;
While shepherds watch their sheep.
Angels sing a gentle lullaby;
Winds blow in a soft sigh.
The Christ Child's star brings me to Him,
a light ne'er failing, ne'er to dim.
Dovemarie
By dovemarie
Very, very endearing to my heart,
A love enduring, never to part.
Loving and lovely, my soul mate
Every woman's dream, from my very first date.
Never before have I been so charmed,
To be safe and secure, never to be harmed.
In my inmost being,
Now I am waiting
Every day, for my love's dream.
by Dove
By dovemarie
You've come back to me
I love your voice calling me
My heart beats with yours
| Author Notes | Thanks to Joelgraphuchin for artwork. Poem inspired by somebody I love who called me the other night. |
By dovemarie
I am Christmas sunrise
I gaze down on the shepherds and the wise
As I glow in the brightness of angelic singers,
I wrap my Creator in warm, beaming fingers
The night before was shivering cold
Now I have pinkish-red glory to unfold
I push the clouds of sin apart
I form a glow around Mary's Heart
My Savior in Her hands to hold
With the Christmas sunrise, the Good News will be told
| Author Notes | Thanks to Photowhisper for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Hail to St. Patrick, brought as a slave to this fair land,
He served as a shepherd under God's own Hand
He was often lonely, hungry and cold,
As he wandered the mountainside, tending his fold.
God then led him away, to return to his own,
Yet Patrick's heart was filled with the seed that had been sown
He made the decision
To return on a mission.
He traveled through county after county,
Distributing the Lord's bounty.
In a land of human sacrifice,
Our Saint was ready to pay the price.
He preached under bonny blue skies,
His words were true and wise,
He was sent to evangelize.
And Apostle of truth, of change and reform,
By his message, the Emerald Isle was reborn.
| Author Notes | Thanks to lonniellogan for artwork. |
By dovemarie
| Author Notes | A poem for Flag Day, tomorrow, June 14. Thanks to Paul G. for artwork. |
By dovemarie
On this first summer day,
I salute the military warriors
Who represent that peace is the way
People shed their tears
For the millions who have
Passed through their years
It is so hard to hide grief
Yet try to turn over a new summer leaf
Cemeteries, flags and tributes--
Our country's roots
Have been made strong
Even though war is wrong
Someday there will be a parade
Of all the living and dead
Celebrating a lasting peace made
With Christ at its head
| Author Notes | Thanks to hchriste for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Our independence we declare
The fight was won,
Fair and square
We declare our independence
We maintained our rights
Though the countryside was blood-stained,
We couldn't be restrained
Our rights we maintained
| Author Notes | Another short, sweet poem in tribute to Independence Day. Thanks to seshadri-sreenivasan for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Independence
Fight for rights
Freedom
One
Stand for ourselves
| Author Notes | Thanks to booklotto for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I drift along this fair land,
And I stretch out my hand
For some lovely shamrocks
Growing all 'round the greenish-blue lochs.
Their three leaves,
So bonny and wee,
Stand for the Holy Trinity.
I am an Irish rover
Dancing down from the White Cliffs of Dover,
Searching for my lucky charm-
The rare and sweet four-leaf clover.
Hidden in the mist are the Irish fairies,
Mythical, magical, enchanting little ladies.
I love my Ireland
And my true love's eyes and smile
Reflected bright and wide in the rolling Irish Sea
I thank the Lord for my Emerald Isle.
| Author Notes | I am half Irish, and I was in Ireland as a stopover when I went on a pilgrimage. That inspired me to write this poem. Thanks to dragifortuna for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Easter is the dawn brightening
The darkness of the tomb
This was meant to be
From the time of darkness in the Virgin's Womb
I follow the Commands
Written by God's Hands
As we go through Lent
We convert and repent
There is always time to pray
To give alms and obey
It is good advice
To make willing sacrifice
Try to fast
To eat a small repast
Easter is a time of joy
A time of expectation
And meditation
A time to adore
And love Christ more and more
By dovemarie
Lent
Our Lord was Son sent
Repent
| Author Notes | Lent is the Catholic time period where we fast ( do not eat meat on Ash Wednesday, Feb. 14) and do not eat meat on Fridays. It is a time of prayerful meditation and a time of repentance. |
By dovemarie
Ring out the Old, Ring in the New
It seems this past year just flew
Another year gone, part of the past
Another year come, with hope that will last
Ring out the Old, Ring in the New
Wonder of wonders, this January I'll be sixty-two!
Looking over my shoulder at things gone by,
Looking over the hill as snowbirds fly
Some of last year made me cry,
Maybe this year I'll be feeling high
Singing, working, writing, praying,
Watching children happily playing
The future is bright, tho some days are blue,
When you Ring out the Old and Ring in the New.
| Author Notes | A New Year poem a little late. Thanks to avmurray for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Love can turn to ashes
Each time we have our clashes
New relationships can be born
To a refreshing, sunny morn
Every day,
Never say
Valentines are only a dream
Ash Wednesday begins
Lent is a big part of the heart
Every day is a new start
New painting of a picture of love
Try to repent
I am trying to awaken and
Never again be the same person I was
Easter is the fullness of virtues of the heart
| Author Notes | This poem was inspired by Valentine's Day falling on Lent this year. Lent is the Catholic season that begins the Easter season. Thanks to avmurray for artwork. |
By dovemarie
On a blistery Halloween Eve
Come witches with their brooms
Little children staring out, hiding in their rooms
In the sharp October air, full of pep and zest,
Comes flying the Wicked Witch of the West
Black shadows of green-eyed cats
Sliding across a rocky path
Pointed witches' hats
A crotchety old hag's wrath
Winged, blind bats zipping thru the wind,
Ring around the moon,
Wolves howling in the late afternoon
I had a black cat named Pepsi
Both eyes as green as a pea
Mysteriously shadowing the moonlight
On an All Hallows Eve star-clustered night
| Author Notes | Thanks to cleo85 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Merci. Gracias. Grazie. Efharisto. Orkun. French, Spanish, Italian, Greek, and Khmer ways to say "Thank you." We have all learned to say "thank you" in our very early years. I was 9 years old and I went to a woman's house on Halloween, saying "Trick or treat," and she invited me in and gave me some candy. I said "Thank you," and she said "You're the only child so far tonight who has said Thank you. Tell your Mommy you're a good girl."
I went to Catholic Mass today, and we were reminded that Eucharist, another word for the Mass, is derived from the Greek for Thank you. I thank everyone for giving me 3 or 4 Thanksgiving dinners in recent years. I thank my friends for driving me to the club for the recovering mentally ill today, Nov. 22, 2018. I thank the club for making us free Thanksgiving dinner. There are so many things to be thankful for, I can't count them. I thank the publishing company for publishing my poem for $100.00 check that they sent me. Thank all my Fan Storian friends for being there to give me strength, encouragement, education, opinions, and constructive criticism when I need them most.
| Author Notes | I thank all of you on this Thanksgiving Day, and I wish we could all still be like the pilgrims and Indians who had Thanksgiving Dinner together, celebrating it for three days! It would be really something if the USA, other countries, and a terrorist group got together for a Thanksgiving meal. Thanks to helvi2 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Adorable
Creche
Holly on the bush
Ride through the snowfall
Icicles dangling from roofs and panes
Snowflakes blow gently in the wind
Tinsel on the tree
Merry days
All loving and sharing
Sunshine beaming through winter clouds
Mistletoe
Elves
Santa's
Sleigh
A wreath on the door
Gifts to go around
Each and every year
| Author Notes | Thanks to sweetgypsyrose555 for artwork. I can feel Christmas coming up! |
By dovemarie
A young man, a paralytic
Was brought to Jesus, probably frantic
He wanted desperately to walk,
Instead Jesus knelt by him and began to talk
He comforted him, then said: "I forgive your sins"
The crowd was surprised
They'd expected instant cure of a man who was paralyzed
On this Independence Day, the priest was preaching
From Matthew, and I listened closely to his teaching
He spoke about the paralysis of sin
Which is like a stone, cast into waters, causing ripples
Spreading outward, causing us to be cripples
All of us need forgiveness
Yet some feel so guilty, they are afraid to confess
Jesus asked, "Which is easier to say, 'Your sins are forgiven"
Or "arise and walk?"
He then held out a healing Hand
And the paralytic was able to stand
On this Independence Day, may we be free from guilt
For us, Jesus' and our military's blood was spilt.
| Author Notes | Quotes taken from Gospel of Matthew, Chapter 9, and some of the poem was inspired by the priest's homily. Thanks to falco from Pixabay |
By dovemarie
I
God-man
Virginal
Humanity
Born of a woman
I look like My Mother
I have black hair and blue eyes
Our faces mirror each other
"Whoever sees Me sees the Father"
Holiness and spirituality
Triunitarian God-Head fullness
My humanity comes from woman
I look completely like Mary
Deity of female flesh
King and Queen of Heaven
Time flows eternal
Faithful woman
Immortal
Prophet
Born
| Author Notes | I was just thinking about the upcoming Holyday of the Assumption in the Catholic faith, and this poem came to mind. Thank you to Jeong Eun Lee from Pixabay |
By dovemarie
On spiritual wings of the Divine Dove,
Blessed Mary was lifted high above
Her time on this earth had passed,
She was reunited with her Son at last
She felt His wings beat strongly,
She'd waited below so longingly,
Finally crowned with celestial majesty
Their Sacred and Immaculate hearts beat in immortality
| Author Notes | For the Feast of the Assumption, Aug. 15, in the Catholic Church. Thanks to grafit_pl from Pixabay |
By dovemarie
A New Year coming
Means new policies, joy, health
Spiritual wealth
| Author Notes | I think of our new President and the vaccine for Corona virus as I write this. Thanks to cleo85 from Fan Art. |
By dovemarie
One silent night; holy night,
Angel choirs lit up the sky so bright
And there came upon a midnight clear
Eight tiny reindeer
Lo! A new-born King has come
Announced by soft beats of a little boy's drum
Shepherds exclaim, "Angels we have heard on high!"
Illuminating a cloud-darkened sky
"We three kings of Orient are,"
following yonder colossal star."
Churches open the door
Alike to both rich and poor
A Child is laid away in a manger
Subject to Herod's wrath, and in danger
Chiming carol of the bells
Ring out to the meek and the bold,
The story Isaiah 'twas foretold
| Author Notes | I love singing Christmas Carols, and I decided to put them into a poem. Thanks to Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. |
By dovemarie
Making my way thru valleys and o'er hills,
God made a promise He would fulfill
Stepping from eternity into time,
Birth so sublime
Calvary's Mount to climb
I hear the words of prophets and seers,
Until the Christ Child appears
Leafing thru the Book of Revelation
Reading about our coming salvation
"Make straight the way,"
Light the candles and pray
Celebrate Feast of the Immaculate Conception,
To be virgin-born, was Christ's intention
Honor Our Lady of Guadalupe
Patroness of our land
Her merciful, loving hand
These weeks of Advent
Are all meant
To convert and repent
As I make this Advent journey
I think of Mary's travel to the hill country
Like her, I am traveling
Divine mysteries unraveling
Like the Baptist, I will leap for joy
At the thought of this miraculous little Boy
| Author Notes | Inspired by readings and homilies from Masses I have attended commemorating feast days of Our Lady and the weeks of Advent. Thanks to David L from Pixabay |
By dovemarie
Chimes
Ring in a new year
Full of joy and cheer
My next birthday drawing ever near
| Author Notes | I will be the lector at Mass on Jan. 1, and my birthday is on January 14. Thanks to OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay. |
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