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Here is a poem I have written. What do you think? Does anybody else have a poem they would like to share?

At Latin Mass they pray their beads
And look not to the priest.
Peculiar folk Traditionalists are
But Catholics, yes, at least.

Besides of course the stubborn ones
Who somehow cannot see,
The value of the Ordinary Form
When offered reverently.

Long passed are those mistaken times
We we our own prayers said.
For all should listen to the priest
At Holy Mass instead!

We all should speak aloud as one,
And let the priest preside:
To say the parts that we mayn't speak,
But merely as our guide.

The people must participate,
Such is their rightful place.
So put aside those Missals now,
And head-scarves made of lace.

When father faced the wall we sat
Like soldiers all in file.
But now we clap, respond and sing,
And after talk a while.
I'll start us of. Here is another one I have written. The point is to guess which verse is fact and which verse is fiction:

Facts and Fictions Concerning Penguins and Puffins


The Penguin is a funny bird
It has no wings to fly.
They pluck their feathers every Spring,
Alas, we know not why.

The Puffin on the other hand
Is fine for Friday's fare.
The Holy Pontiff made it so
When fish they could not spare.
Quite the satire... prepare to be hated on...  :grin:

It is rather nice to be jarred out of our predispositions and assumptions, though!
Cramner resurrected
In 1970 I guess
When Paul confected
The Novus Ordo Messe.

Altars destroyed piteously
Tables placed
Vestments torn horrendously
Vestments now debased.

Cathedrals, parishes and chapels erected
Then of wondrous character
Now edifices of hideousness confected
Is the regular banter.

The glorious prie-Dieu
Now piteous adieu
From churches off they go
To the junkyard full of woe

The nave full of life
Now deserted though
The parish now with strife
The cure now overthrow

Blessed is the parish destroyed before
For never shall they suffer
The fate that they may discover
As a tire shop in the future!

Prologue:

Stop! Stop!. Quoth our Host
Good sir for all benignity
thou hast caused our ears to bleed exceedingly
And our eyes to hurt so tremendously.

That rhyme to the devil I condemn!
A rhyme so well doggerel
Tell forth a tale like a gem
In poetry not so mongrel.

Geoffreypelagianus
(10-18-2014, 02:41 PM)Heorot Wrote: [ -> ]Quite the satire... prepare to be hated on...  :grin:

It is rather nice to be jarred out of our predispositions and assumptions, though!

Honi soit qui mal y pense!

(10-18-2014, 02:53 PM)Neopelagianus Wrote: [ -> ]Cramner resurrected
In 1970 I guess
When Paul confected
The Novus Ordo Messe.

Altars destroyed piteously
Tables placed
Vestments torn horrendously
Vestments now debased.

Cathedrals, parishes and chapels erected
Then of wondrous character
Now edifices of hideousness confected
Is the regular banter.

The glorious prie-Dieu
Now piteous adieu
From churches off they go
To the junkyard full of woe

The nave full of life
Now deserted though
The parish now with strife
The cure now overthrow

Blessed is the parish destroyed before
For never shall they suffer
The fate that they may discover
As a tire shop in the future!

Prologue:

Stop! Stop!. Quoth our Host
Good sir for all benignity
thou hast caused our ears to bleed exceedingly
And our eyes to hurt so tremendously.

That rhyme to the devil I condemn!
A rhyme so well doggerel
Tell forth a tale like a gem
In poetry not so mongrel.

Geoffreypelagianus

Well done. Fabulous doggerel!

The refrain reminds me of the first line of Chaucer's The Nun's Priest's Tale, "Hoo!" quod the Knyght, "good sire, namoore of this! (which the knight could well have said of this thread in general)  :LOL:
Good stuff, y'all.  Here's my effort:

Relatio?  Relatio?

Oh, it's a bit of this and that-sio.

Pulled it out of our hat-sio?

No, 'twas written by de Blasio!

Miles Immaculatae wrote: When father faced the wall we sat ...

Not wishing to be a fly in your ointment but Father did not face the wall. He faced the Blessed Sacrament.
(10-18-2014, 04:29 PM)Miles Immaculatae Wrote: [ -> ]
(10-18-2014, 02:53 PM)Neopelagianus Wrote: [ -> ]Cramner resurrected
In 1970 I guess
When Paul confected
The Novus Ordo Messe.

Altars destroyed piteously
Tables placed
Vestments torn horrendously
Vestments now debased.

Cathedrals, parishes and chapels erected
Then of wondrous character
Now edifices of hideousness confected
Is the regular banter.

The glorious prie-Dieu
Now piteous adieu
From churches off they go
To the junkyard full of woe

The nave full of life
Now deserted though
The parish now with strife
The cure now overthrow

Blessed is the parish destroyed before
For never shall they suffer
The fate that they may discover
As a tire shop in the future!

Prologue:

Stop! Stop!. Quoth our Host
Good sir for all benignity
thou hast caused our ears to bleed exceedingly
And our eyes to hurt so tremendously.

That rhyme to the devil I condemn!
A rhyme so well doggerel
Tell forth a tale like a gem
In poetry not so mongrel.

Geoffreypelagianus

Well done. Fabulous doggerel!

The refrain reminds me of the first line of Chaucer's The Nun's Priest's Tale, "Hoo!" quod the Knyght, "good sire, namoore of this! (which the knight could well have said of this thread in general)  :LOL:

I think this calls for part two.

Neopelagianus
(10-19-2014, 12:54 AM)TerraMariana Wrote: [ -> ]Miles Immaculatae wrote: When father faced the wall we sat ...

Not wishing to be a fly in your ointment but Father did not face the wall. He faced the Blessed Sacrament.

Exactly! That's the point. I wrote the poem, but I am not the narrator. (I attend the traditional Mass, I am a Traditional Catholic, I hope that was obvious) The narrator is a modernist liturgist, that is who I am satirising. You're picking apart the satire. There is no need for this.
     

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