SweetJacksonFan - Hello Poetry

I held up red rose to smell with my nose A velvety dense aroma arose I walked to the park where the gardener grows Sun, soil and wind; his nature he shows He waters the garden, he sprinkles with hose I sat on a bench where he prunes, weeds and mows A tree full of life and a whole flock of crows I noticed the plants all lined up in rows I opened my book about to write prose Tearful and heavy with so many woes... A red breasted robin in bushes it goes Kitty cat follows while striking a pose Followed by me among thorns and each rose I held up red rose to smell with my nose A velvety dense aroma arose I followed the scent to a statue and froze The sky had not one but two large rainbows More aesthetically pleasing than ribbons and bows The beauty, the fragrance, a song to compose I fell on my knees, touched her feet and her toes The feet that crushed serpent can banish the crows I prayed for myself and my sisters and bros Reflecting on all of my highs and my lows I pleaded with wonderful mystical rose To ask Dear Lord Jesus to shoo off the crows God’s daughter, spouse and mother; the rose Said yes, yes, yes! There weren’t any no’s I held up red rose to smell with my nose A velvety dense aroma arose

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Sep 15, 2025

Sep 15, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC

SweetJacksonFan

Our Lady of Sorrows - Red Rose on 15th September

I held up red rose to smell with my nose A velvety dense aroma arose I walked to the park where the gardener grows Sun, soil and wind; his nature he shows He waters the garden, he sprinkles with hose I sat on a bench where he prunes, weeds and mows A tree full of life and a whole flock of crows I noticed the plants all lined up in rows I opened my book about to write prose Tearful and heavy with so many woes... A red breasted robin in bushes it goes Kitty cat follows while striking a pose Followed by me among thorns and each rose I held up red rose to smell with my nose A velvety dense aroma arose I followed the scent to a statue and froze The sky had not one but two large rainbows More aesthetically pleasing than ribbons and bows The beauty, the fragrance, a song to compose I fell on my knees, touched her feet and her toes The feet that crushed serpent can banish the crows I prayed for myself and my sisters and bros Reflecting on all of my highs and my lows I pleaded with wonderful mystical rose To ask Dear Lord Jesus to shoo off the crows God’s daughter, spouse and mother; the rose Said yes, yes, yes! There weren’t any no’s I held up red rose to smell with my nose A velvety dense aroma arose

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I built a life of silk and gold, A castle high, a wealth untold. My hands adorned with jewels bright, My days were bathed in soft delight. I sailed the seas on ships of pride, Where sun and stars and time abide. I feasted on the finest spread, Exotic fruits and wine so red. The voices rose in songs of praise, They called me great, they spoke my name. Admired, adored, in grand embrace, Yet in my heart; an empty space. For laughter rang but felt untrue, Like echoes lost in hollow rooms. And though my hands held all things fine, A deeper hunger plagued my mind. Then silence fell; a voice so near, Soft yet strong, it reached my ear. “Blessed are the poor,” it sighed, “For they shall know the Lord inside.” I turned and saw the world unseen, Beyond my walls of selfish dreams. The earth, once full, was stripped and bare, Its rivers choked, its forests scarce. I saw the child with hollowed eyes, The mother’s tears, the beggar’s cries. The labourer bent, his hands like stone, His toil to build what’s not his own. And then I knew; my hands had fed, Not mouths of need, but greed instead. My excess stole, my waste destroyed, My blindness left the world devoid. The beauty I had sought was lost, For beauty’s found in love not cost. Not in gold, nor wealth amassed, But in the hearts of those who lack. For caring is sharing; giving, not hoarding, And caring is daring; to fight without folding. Caring is bearing; the burdens of pain, And caring is airing; to weep in God’s name. The ugliest life is the one lived in vain, A life without thought for the broken in pain. But the greatest of joys, the richest of days, Is found in the heart that loves and obeys. So take not the path of selfish delight, For all that is gold will vanish from sight. But blessed are those who suffer and give, For they shall inherit the kingdom and live.

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC

SweetJacksonFan

Illusion & Truth

I built a life of silk and gold, A castle high, a wealth untold. My hands adorned with jewels bright, My days were bathed in soft delight. I sailed the seas on ships of pride, Where sun and stars and time abide. I feasted on the finest spread, Exotic fruits and wine so red. The voices rose in songs of praise, They called me great, they spoke my name. Admired, adored, in grand embrace, Yet in my heart; an empty space. For laughter rang but felt untrue, Like echoes lost in hollow rooms. And though my hands held all things fine, A deeper hunger plagued my mind. Then silence fell; a voice so near, Soft yet strong, it reached my ear. “Blessed are the poor,” it sighed, “For they shall know the Lord inside.” I turned and saw the world unseen, Beyond my walls of selfish dreams. The earth, once full, was stripped and bare, Its rivers choked, its forests scarce. I saw the child with hollowed eyes, The mother’s tears, the beggar’s cries. The labourer bent, his hands like stone, His toil to build what’s not his own. And then I knew; my hands had fed, Not mouths of need, but greed instead. My excess stole, my waste destroyed, My blindness left the world devoid. The beauty I had sought was lost, For beauty’s found in love not cost. Not in gold, nor wealth amassed, But in the hearts of those who lack. For caring is sharing; giving, not hoarding, And caring is daring; to fight without folding. Caring is bearing; the burdens of pain, And caring is airing; to weep in God’s name. The ugliest life is the one lived in vain, A life without thought for the broken in pain. But the greatest of joys, the richest of days, Is found in the heart that loves and obeys. So take not the path of selfish delight, For all that is gold will vanish from sight. But blessed are those who suffer and give, For they shall inherit the kingdom and live.

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Today is the Feast of Saint Philip and James For the sake of this poem let’s shorten their names Let’s start with Saint Philip, let’s call him Saint Phil He was one of the 12 that let his love spill “Come and see! Nathanael! Meet Jesus, he’s brill!” “He chose me! Come join me! Let’s both walk uphill!” They spread the good news & bowed down to God’s will Then the enemy wanted to **** Now let’s touch on Saint James, let’s call him Saint Jame He was one of the 12 that rose up to fame Seems faith without works is just a blame game Said gold and silver will burn you in flame Then the enemy wanted to tame Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water James and Phil went up the hill to feed them fish from water King Charles fell down and broke his crown, his soul came tumbling after The Saints fell down but rose with crown; a God given crown for each martyr! James the Lesser and James the Just Is the same man we ought to trust He told us what would turn into rust Let’s do the right thing before turning to dust! Saints Philip and James; Let’s remember their names!! Happy Feast of Saints Philip and James! Holy Spirit baptise you in flames! 🪄🪄🪄🔥🔥🔥

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May 2, 2025

May 2, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC

SweetJacksonFan

Feast of Saints Philip and James - 3rd May

Today is the Feast of Saint Philip and James For the sake of this poem let’s shorten their names Let’s start with Saint Philip, let’s call him Saint Phil He was one of the 12 that let his love spill “Come and see! Nathanael! Meet Jesus, he’s brill!” “He chose me! Come join me! Let’s both walk uphill!” They spread the good news & bowed down to God’s will Then the enemy wanted to **** Now let’s touch on Saint James, let’s call him Saint Jame He was one of the 12 that rose up to fame Seems faith without works is just a blame game Said gold and silver will burn you in flame Then the enemy wanted to tame Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water James and Phil went up the hill to feed them fish from water King Charles fell down and broke his crown, his soul came tumbling after The Saints fell down but rose with crown; a God given crown for each martyr! James the Lesser and James the Just Is the same man we ought to trust He told us what would turn into rust Let’s do the right thing before turning to dust! Saints Philip and James; Let’s remember their names!! Happy Feast of Saints Philip and James! Holy Spirit baptise you in flames! 🪄🪄🪄🔥🔥🔥

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Dear Saint George, In Canada you have a Gorge. It’s named St. George Gorge. Did you gallop gallop gallop St. George? With courage, did you forge through a gorge? Saint George, did you slay a dragon on a horse? Did you forge through a gorge? Yours sincerely, Saint Georgia

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 4:07 AM UTC

SweetJacksonFan

Saint George’s Day

Dear Saint George, In Canada you have a Gorge. It’s named St. George Gorge. Did you gallop gallop gallop St. George? With courage, did you forge through a gorge? Saint George, did you slay a dragon on a horse? Did you forge through a gorge? Yours sincerely, Saint Georgia

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The Pope didn’t slip down that slippery slope The Pope said nope to unethical trope The Pope delivered the pilgrims of hope He gave comfort to those who couldn’t cope With dignity he’d cloak With love he’d envelope Our beloved Pope Gave Hope

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Apr 22, 2025

Apr 22, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC

SweetJacksonFan

Jubilee 2025

The Pope didn’t slip down that slippery slope The Pope said nope to unethical trope The Pope delivered the pilgrims of hope He gave comfort to those who couldn’t cope With dignity he’d cloak With love he’d envelope Our beloved Pope Gave Hope

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God’s plan had all been pieced Lord God Jesus served the least Asked for Colt to be released Offered bread that had no yeast For 3 days his life had ceased Lived, died, rose up in the East To destroy the Satan beast That is why today we feast In celebration led by priest Easter was born in East!

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC

SweetJacksonFan

Holy Week and its Peak

God’s plan had all been pieced Lord God Jesus served the least Asked for Colt to be released Offered bread that had no yeast For 3 days his life had ceased Lived, died, rose up in the East To destroy the Satan beast That is why today we feast In celebration led by priest Easter was born in East!

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