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SUPER 8 motel

2008-07-19T15:30:00.004-05:00

LOVE
IN
A
SUPER

8

Away, can’t wait
To motel…SUPER 8
Doesn’t sound
Like a night with much glitz?

But over 30 years married
Ten kids, life gets harried
At SUPER 8…
We be puttin’ on the Ritz!

Blue Votives

2008-07-18T12:37:00.002-05:00

BLUE GLORIES

Blue glories of
The morn,
Trumpeting like a horn,
My porch rail
You adorn,
Blue glories of
The morn.

Blue glories of
The Church,
Glass votives light the search,
Upon a stand
They perch,
Blue glories of
The Church.

Adoption - the greatest sacrifice a girl can make...she lays down her life for her baby!

2008-07-15T17:28:00.003-05:00

Adoption

("It is twice bless'd")

After the party,

After the fun,

Alone with the gift,

Where is everyone?

The music stopped.

Dance partner left.

You're young and alone

And now you're bereft.

So duty calls,

The strong on earth,

To give or keep

The gift you'll birth.

You pray for help,

Your wound is deep.

But is the gift

For you to keep?

With God's sweet grace,

I know you'll find,

He'll give you strength

To leave behind,

For a man and wife,

You'll give, don't mourn.

For the gift birthed twice

Means a family's born.

And when you're sound,

Re-make your bed

And purging-tears,

Of course, you'll shed.

But charged with light,

Your sins confessed,

Be of good cheer

For who'd of guessed?

A holy plan?

To marry another?

Give him babes,

One after the other?

A second family!

Happily addressed.

For you birthed God's gift

And "it is twice bless'd"!

Cicadas

2008-07-14T17:17:00.001-05:00

SUMMER’S
CICADAS

Wizzz – a – wizzz
A – wizzz – a – wizzz
Summer’s cicadas
Buzz and hum.

Wizzz – a – wizzz
A – wizzz – a – wizzz
The sultry seventh
Is when they come.

Wizzz – a – wizzz
A – wizzz – a – wizzz
To sound days end
Their hum’s a plumb.

Wizzz – a – wizzz
A – wizzz – a – wizzz
When summer defies
And day plays dumb.

Wizzz – a – wizzz
A – wizzz – a – wizzz
Twilights lull
All must be mum.

Wizzz – a – wizzz
A – wizzz – a – wizzz
A good night’s rest
Is God’s wizzz – dom!

Real Catholics

2008-07-11T20:00:00.003-05:00

LIKE DINNER
ON
WOOD

Saint Joan,
Saint Tim,
Queen Mary
Of Scotts,

Prayed
The true Mass,
So knew
Their true lots.

They could
Have said
"Oh, no,
I shant!"

But they
Were Saints,
No persons,
Pedant.

Not ones
To lord
Their innate
Good -

While being
Prepared like
Dinner
On wood.

Or having
Their eye-lids
Tucked
And nipped,

Even though
Queens,
With kings
They sipped,

No, no -
Accepted
With joy,
No fuss...

"For you, et
Pro multis."
Now, daily,
For us!

EVERYone knows!

2008-07-11T14:03:00.005-05:00

CARDINAL SCHONBORN

http://en.kreuz.net/bookentry.2912.html

Thursday, July 10. 2008 14:50

Vienna Cardinal awards notorious pro-abortion-politician
Vienna archbishop, Christoph Cardinal Schönborn, has recently bestowed a Pontifical decoration upon an Austrian socialist politician who has been leading in promoting abortion.
(kreuz.net) The archbishop of Vienna, Christoph Cardinal Schönborn, has again shown his sympathy for politicians who support abortion.On June 25 he decorated the socialistic deputy mayor of Vienna, Renate Brauner, with the Pontifical Order of St. Gregory the Great.The Order of St. Gregory is the fourth highest award for merits regarding the Roman-Catholic Church. It is directly granted by the Pope and is one of the highest decorations that is conferred on lay people.The award was instituted by pope Gregory XVI. in 1831. The inaugural brief states that it is intended for “gentlemen of proven loyalty to the Holy See” who “are deemed worthy to be honoured by a public expression of esteem on the part of the Holy See”.Renate Brauner was honoured with this order for alleged merits in the field of the Austrian health care system and for her collaboration with ecclesiastical institutions in that field.Brauner is also a well-known defender of abortion which Second Vatican Council has called an “unspeakable crime”. Pro-abortion politicians are excommunicated by Canon Law.During the bestowal of the Pontifical order upon Mrs Brauner, Cardinal Schönborn stated according to the official website of his archdiocese:“It’s good if the finance minister in the city council has first been responsible for the health care system because, this way, we can be sure that the state money will be in good hands. “Mrs Maria Hampel-Fuchs, former president of the Vienna parliament, said in her honorific speech:“This bestowal of the Order is an expression of the good cooperation between the city of Vienna and the Catholic Church”.In the year 2000, Austrian right-wing politician Herbert Haupt started a move in order to forbid aborting handicapped children after the third month of pregnancy.Current law allows the elimination of disabled children until the beginning of contractions in the mother.Mrs Brauner was among the politicians who opposed Haupt: “Hands off the abortion law!” – she said according to the information-service of the city of Vienna:“I consider Haupt’s suggestion to reduce the period of the so-called eugenic indication, an attempt to call abortion into question. This becomes clear as Haupt challenges the exclusive responsibility of the woman to decide for or against an abortion.”In autumn 2005 she said: “If we socialist women speak about lasting values, we mean lasting women’s values – abortion rights are part of it.”This has already been the second time that cardinal Schönborn has bestowed the Order of St. Gregory to a promoter of abortion.In November 2006 he honoured Gertraude Steindl, the secretary general of the ‘Aktion Leben Österreich’ – an Austrian pregnancy centre.‘Aktion Leben’ is co-financed by the Austrian bishop conference and controversial because of its attitude toward abortion, contraception and abortifacient pills.‘Aktion Leben’ is also defending the current Austrian abortion law and pregnant consultations that considers the decision to abort a legitimate outcome.

THE

LILY

NO BURNING, TEARING,

SCOURGING SKIN.

IT'S PSYCHOLOGICAL,

ALL WITHIN.

NO ROTTING FLESH

OR PUTRID BLOOD

IT'S STERILE, CLEAN

NO RANCID CRUD

FOR BUTCHERED, TORTURED,

BOUND UP SKINS,

REVEALS THE TRUTHS

OF BISHOPS’ SINS.

THEY WANT IT NICE,

THEY WANT IT HUSHED,

WITH VEINS OF ICE

GOOD SOULS ARE CRUSHED.

THE SILENT COLD,

IS BETTER, YET,

FROZEN, SOLID,

CAN'T BEGET.

FOR MARTYRED BLOOD

REVEALS THE CHURCH,

BLIND SOULS SEE TRUTH

AND END THEIR SEARCH.

"WE CAN'T HAVE THAT!"

THE BISHOPS' SAY.

"SO LET'S IGNORE...

THEY'LL GO AWAY."

"ENLIGHTENED MEN,

DON'T SCOURGE THE SKIN.

ENLIGHTENED MEN,

KEEP BLOOD, WITHIN."

BUT THEY FORGOT...

THE WOMAN BLEEDS,

AND MONTHLY, MAKES

A BED FOR SEEDS.

WHERE "NICE" AND "HUSHED"

THEY'LL GROW TO MEN

AND SEIZE THE OARS

FROM WRISTS THAT BEND...

ON PETER'S BARK

WHERE BLOOD STILL FLOWS,

FROM WOMAN'S WOMB...

THE LILY GROWS!

even the straw

2008-07-10T08:30:00.001-05:00

BETHLEHEM STRAW

The hour.
The moment.
The dark.
The cold.

The night.
The moon.
The straw
Of gold,

Which once
Was gray
Behind the
Gable

But touched by
Christ
Glowed gold
From the stable.

Theotokos

2008-07-08T14:02:00.004-05:00

BLESSED

BURGEON

("Into her presence the angel came, and said, 'Hail, thou who art full of grace; the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women'." St. Luke Ch. 1 vs. 28)

Oh holy Blessed Mother,

Who am I

To ever complain?

The suffering

And brutality

Of your Son you did sustain.

His scourging then

The crown of thorns

Placed upon His sacred Head,

You followed Him

To Golgotha

Where His body hung till dead.

So now I can participate

Though unbloody
The Mass is free...
Because Blessed you

Accepted His cross,

Blood-Bread now burgeons in me!

GOSSIP....calumny

2008-07-07T08:24:00.001-05:00

GOSSSSSIP

A word was whispered,
Bright one morn,
About a girl, so young,

And the whisper spread
Through out the town
On woman’s wagging tongue.

The wagging tongues
Turned into snakes
With sharp-like serpent’s tooth.

That slithered round
And under rocks
For it knew where to find the truth.

But slithering
Whispers under rocks
Never seem to satisfy,

So the whispered word
Was boldly spoke,
Out loud, to passers-by.

But the woman
Knew it
All along…

“It wasn’t a surprise.” Said she.
“And I’m sure that’s why,
That carpenter, Joseph,

Took her away
On that old
Donkey!”

where have all the children gone

2008-07-05T22:04:00.002-05:00

HOUSE
SWEET
HOUSE

The home that was,
Is now a house,
Empty with
A so-called spouse.

Filled with things,
Americans dream.
A sybaritic-sterile
Theme.

Walls all white
No finger smudge,
Of course good neighbors
Do not judge.

All are glad
Their seed they spray
Upon the dirt
In early May…

So by mid-June
All lawns are green,
On street where child’s
Not heard nor seen.

Fourth of July Catholics!!!!

2008-07-03T08:02:00.001-05:00

FOURTH OF JULY

Happy Fourth!
Happy Fourth!
Always a Catholic
Firtht, of courth.

Happy Fourth,
And I say – eth
We’re no descent
Of Henry the eigh – eth!

Happy Fourth
U – S – A
Priests say Latin
Mass each day!

Happy Fourth!
“Latin what??!!”
A firecracker
Up Henry’s…

But – Happy Fourth,
Hank’s in his grave,
The One, True, Faith
Still frees the brave,

So Happy Fourth
Of God’s July,
In the U – S – A
A Catholic I’ll die!

The Hours or "If Women Were Priests"

2008-07-02T07:49:00.001-05:00

I SAY A
LITTLE
PRAYER
FOR YOU

I said a little
Prayer for you,
Today, at morning
Matins.

At breakfast said
An Ave too,
While eating food
That fattens.

At Lauds I prayed
To give you strength,
And then I had
A snack.

I'd pray for you
At any length
While ordering a
Big-Mac!

The sun is high,
It's 12-noon time,
For you the
Angels' Psalter.

I pray at Prime,
Though it's lunch time,
That God won't
Let you falter.

Again at three,
It's time for Terce,
Some food I'll need
Till Sext.

My clothes are tight
Oh, what is worse?
To dwell on
Diet text.

So down my supper,
On to None,
Dry mouth from prayer,
I thirst.

I drink a lot,
The Vespers done,
My tummy's 'bout
To burst!

But still for you,
At Compline sat,
I prayed,
More food I ate.

This praying, Father,
Makes me fat...
Now you pray
I lose weight!!!

Altar Boys

2008-07-01T07:07:00.001-05:00

FIVE SONS

Today, five sons,
Served on the altar.
Determined boys
Who would not falter.

Boys, at home,
Who fight and shove
But on the altar
Assist with love.

At home shouting,
From top of lung.
On the altar,
Latin’s sung.

At home running
Can’t sit still.
On the altar
Disciplined will.

At home throwing
Cereal, toast.
On the altar
Adoring Host.

At home bedrooms,
Scattered scene.
On the altar
Order, serene.

I, proud, mother,
Faithful to Rome,
Five sons on the altar,
Five men at home.

could be 2008!

2008-06-30T19:33:00.002-05:00

THE
IRISH
KNEELERS

We are St. Joan,
Philomena, Campion.
The Faith in its whole
Is what we do champion.

We are St. Margaret,
Pearl of York,
Where the bowels of the Faith
They tried to torque.

We are Sir More,
That's Thomas, the Saint,
Whose reputation
They could not taint.

We are vocations,
In Ireland, kneeling,
Adoring His presence,
It's not just a feeling.

We are descendents
Of Irish and beggin'
To stop all the men
Who are turning us pagan!

We are the poor,
Uneducated ones,
But in faith, well-informed,
The heretic shuns.

And when we are told,
"Don't kneel anymore."
Since we don't hold doctorates...
We kneel and IGNORE!!

Fertility Decline...a global "warning"

2008-06-27T08:00:00.003-05:00

Fertility Decline Could Cause Global Security Crisis, New Study SaysNo country that sinks to a 1.5 fertility rate for more than a few years has ever recovered.

By Susan Yoshihara, Ph.D.

NEW YORK, NY, June 26, 2008 (C-FAM.org) - A recent study by a prestigious national security think tank warns that "rapid and extreme" demographic change due to falling birth rates in the industrialized world may increase security risks in the coming decades.
The study also warns that such demographic changes could undermine the "ability of the U.S. and its allies to maintain global and national security." The report says the world is irreversibly headed for "demographic transformation of historic and unprecedented dimensions" that will not be corrected "in our lifetime." Meant by its authors as a "wake up call", "The Graying of the Great Powers: Demography and Geopolitics in the 21st Century" was published by the Washington DC-based Center for Strategic & International Studies. The report argues that the influence of the developed world as a whole will contract as its workforces and economies shrink. Among developed states, however, the influence of the United States will increase because of relatively robust fertility. At the same time, the role of "global governance" through the United Nations and other international institutions may decline as the crisis promotes the role of the sovereign state in addressing the consequences of demographic collapse.
Two miscalculations by demographers are uncovered in the report: that mortality and aging would plateau, and that fertility rates would stabilize at replacement level of 2.1 children per woman. Neither happened, and the result is what the authors call a "low fertility trap."
According to the report, no country that sinks to a 1.5 fertility rate for more than a few years has ever recovered. Pro-natal policies such as child care and baby bonuses adopted by some European countries are likely too little and too late. While immigration may help mitigate the drop in working-age population, fertility decline also tends to cause public opposition to it. Furthermore, a "culture of low fertility" has taken hold in Europe that will make a return to larger families unlikely. The authors also believe that alternate waves of small and large-sized generations, called "echo booms," will create shocks to social systems and stall economic development. And while demographers have credited fertility decline for East Asia's economic "miracle," the report finds that this "demographic dividend" was the exception to the rule. Forced demographic transitions can even squander the dividend and cause destabilization, it says.
Among its recommendations, the report called for raising fertility by increasing prenatal benefits, improving the economic prospects of young families, and helping women balance jobs and children. It also offers diplomatic and military steps the United States can take to prepare for its inevitable leadership role as Europe's indigenous population wanes in the ...

THE
DESERTS
OF
ONAN
(Genesis 38:8-10)

If you plant
God's seed,
It grows.

With holy
Intent,
An openness glows.

Then to man,
God
Provides,

Wisdom to
Know,
Grace which guides.

So abundance
Will spread,
Propagate,

Feed the early,
Feed the
Late.

And you,
Fruitful souls,
A cornucopia fills -

While the deserts
Of Onan,
Remain wastelands of spills.

Schools out!!

2008-06-24T20:19:00.002-05:00

THE

BRIGHT

SIDE

My throat it hurts

My head it pounds

I've got a rash

I shake at sounds.

Blood pressure's high

My knees go weak

A fevered brow

My joints they creak.

"Oh, doctor, please

From my description --

Can you just write

A nice prescription?"

"For heaven's sake,"

I heard him sigh,

"When school gets out

You mothers try...

To get from me

A soothing balm

To dull your pains

Or make you calm.

It's just a reaction,

I know it's a bummer,

You're merely allergic

To kids home for summer."

I leap with joy

Like a ballet dancer

School is out

I've kids, not cancer!

Twilight's truth

2008-06-23T21:27:00.001-05:00

BETWEEN THE BLINDS

Between the blinds
The fading blue
Framed by limbs
A blackend hue.

Scent of honeysuckle
Floats through screen,
Between the blinds
Perfumed not seen.

Turn off the light
Slant the blinds
Sheets cool blue
Smell of vines.

Take a breath
Thank Him divine,
For letting me see...
Between the blinds.

Woman, thy name is Eve

2008-06-21T12:53:00.003-05:00

THE

SUCCESS

Charity,

I oft suppress.

With vanity,

I can impress.

My vice of flesh,

I can express

By drinking, eating,

To excess.

For failure's mine,

But I confess...

In sin, I am...

A great success!

Love for His Words - http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/

2008-06-20T17:44:00.006-05:00

Saint Aloysius

ROMANTIC SACRAMENT

Send me not roses

Carafes of wine.

Send me your words

Of love divine.

Send me not jewels

Encased in gold.

Send me your words

My heart will hold.

Send me not silver

In purple so plush.

Send me your words

Oh, make my face flush.

Send me not silks

Of shimmering dyes.

Send me your words

Bring tears to my eyes.

Send me not song

I sleep close to death.

But send me your words

For my very last breath.

He will never leave you orphaned...

2008-06-19T22:27:00.001-05:00

GIVE ME WORDS

Give me words
To seed
Fallow fields
Of every soul.

Give me words
To rain
In dry, dark
Spirits’ hole.

Give me words
To warm
The cold
In hard blue veins.

Give me words
To lift
The crippled
When faith wanes.

Give me words
To dry
The eyes tear-filled
With sorrows

And give me words
To write
The hope
Of God’s tomorrows.

thank you for Beer!

2008-06-17T06:15:00.002-05:00

BEER

My cup runneth over
With debts and big bills.

My cup runneth over…
Insurmountable hills.

My cup runneth over
With worries and fear –

Dear Lord, no more cups -
Just a cold mug of beer!

on Pilgrimage

2008-06-16T06:25:00.001-05:00

AND THE BLACK
ANGUS BOWED
"O all ye beasts and cattle,
bless ye the Lord." (Dan.3)

A joyful field -
Up above, a spread,
A blanket of trees
Quilted rust, orange and red.

Before...a winding,
Country road,
Your typical setting,
Then a change of mode.

An Angus, black,
Grazed on grass clumps,
Cocked his head,
Startled by thumps

Of a band of brothers,
Marching as one,
The Dame's flag flying
To honor her Son.

"Viva!" They cried.
They cried without cease,
"Sancte Pie Decime...
Ora pro nobis!"

These few good men,
Their faith was not feigned,
Led by the Marines
Of the priesthood, ordained.

And the Angus stood still,
At the "Viva!" from the proud,
And that was the day
The black Angus head bowed.

BEETHOVEN

2008-06-11T22:14:00.004-05:00

BEETHOVEN'S

EAR

Bloomed a rose,

Stalk dead

The whole length,

Enticing the eye,

With delicate

Strength.

Music from men,

Who can't hear

A word,

Compose

Ninth Symphonies,

God's miracles heard!

a June morning

2008-06-11T06:17:00.002-05:00

ANCHORS AWEIGH!!

Shale-gray morn,
Lace in purse,
Thin-paged Missal,
Scriptural verse.

Rosary rattles,
Scooped from table,
Will pray ‘fore Mass
If I am able.

Quiet, still,
Children sleeping,
One more coffee
For my keeping.

Back porch view,
Conscience-clear,
Trees stand guard
There’s naught to fear.

For like the tree
With anchored root,
When heresy-hales
I can dispute…

Hold holy ground
White-surpliced birch,
“Anchors aweigh!”
I sail to Church.

A Catholic Feast

2008-06-08T07:38:00.001-05:00

A
FEAST
DAY

In the gold mouth
Of the morning,
I knead the bread
From wheat.

Mix broccoli, bacon
In wooden bowl,
Add raisins
Sugared sweet.

A Burgundy wine
From His own grape,
Marinating beef,
Will seep.

Then later boil
Egg noodles, white,
Pile in a
Buttered heap.

Chocolate cake,
Oh, what a gift,
Miraculous
Cocoa bean!

All day prepared,
And used His cloth,
From cotton plant,
To clean.

The guests all gather,
Toast the Feast,
We pray, we laugh
And eat,

Then with our coffees,
Outside, crisp,
Round fire
Take a seat.

For this is a Feast Day,
In November,
No bother, cold,
No grief.

And to top it off,
We have some smokes
From His glorious
Tobacco leaf!

Then fire’s flames
Faint to a glow…
Some stare
As it looses its might,

While others sigh,
For sleep is nigh…
And smoke streams into the black-silk…
Of His night.