Blessed Mother
Oh, Blessed Mother
As pure as the snowflake that falls from the
Heavens.
Who gave birth to my lord Jesus Christ.
Let my prayers pass through you, to your
Beloved son.
Who was human, divine, and conceived
Without sin.
For he knows the love and worship I hold
For him within my mortal shell.
I pray to you
Sinless Virgin, Mother to all
Hear my prayers
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Locked Inside | 2 | 07/14/2010 |
| The Friend | 0 | 07/13/2010 |
| Lost and Found | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Broken | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Away | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Glow | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Daughter of Dance | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Dark Kiss | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| For Love of Night | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| The Wall | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Remember | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Joseph | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| Jan | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| Blessed Mother | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Father | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| Michael | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
| My Love | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| One | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Mother | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
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