In Nomine Patris

In Nomine Patris

A Poem by Doodley
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In the Name of the Father.

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So cold comes the night to smite the last of day,
Oh! Suffer the little children whereupon their beds they lay;
Entombed and huddled silent under cloth mounds of last defense,
Hands clasped together in hopeful prayer while fearful heart repents.

Grim darkness petrifies their mental boundaries at the seams,
And the demons born from Beelzebub torment their sleeping dreams;
But for them there is no greater fear than the realism horror,
That comes to them cloaked in candlelight, a Nosferatu in a collar.

With creeping sinews and talons shown it invades their personal space,
And whispers with a forked tongue and a leer upon its face;
That, naughty child you must be punished for all your little sins,
Then enshrouded in protective dark it does unspeakable things.

Into and beyond the witching hour their living nightmare stays,
And manifests its evil intent in all unfathomable ways;
And only when the blinkered God from the Heavens He does send,
The virgin rays of newborn light does their ordeal finally end.

And into the dying shadows does the vampyric malevolence flee,
And leaves behind the broken child, alone, yet finally free;
Who hugs their knees into their chest and breaks into sobbing sighs,
As another portion of their innocent soul fades out and silently dies.

As this withered quill in solemn pause does halt as this poet thinks,
The tears of human sorrow infuse the potting of his inks;
And northward turns his remorseful gaze into the heavenly skies,
And with eyes ablaze with swelling rage he opens up and cries:

Where are ye Holy Shepherd? Look at the hour upon the clock!,
Make haste from your eternal slumber! Come now! Protect your flock!;
Embrace these innocents to your girth, spare them from further shame,
From the evil deeds that have been wrought in your sacred Holy name!

Yet the silence here is deafening, there are no swift replies,
No rapturous roars of vengeance shall descend from these empty skies;
And in this instant realisation does the heart sink deep like stone,
Suffer the little children shall, for the children are alone.

© 2017 Doodley



Author's Note

Doodley
A darker poem. Be warned.

Any comments are greatly appreciated

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Whilst i know about the horrors publicsed by the media. But, what we're told is just part of the disgusting, near unthinkable things that have tainted millions of childrens' lives, minds and innocence throughout history. And YES, many of those evil creatures were members of holy orders who are supposed to stand in the shadows of the Shepherd who's said to have called, 'Suffer the little children.' Perhaps the word 'suffer' has been wholly and wickedly misunderstood.

However, we ought to remember that it's not only the Church, any church, all churches - that have been and still are part of a warped and cruel SOCIETY which has fed and still feeds on the weak, the unprotected, the innocent we darlings and - also, the aged helpless.

That said, this post is one of the finest i've read in almost eleven years in the cafe. It wipes clean all my own soppy writes about romance, the rush and roar of unfunny rhymes, etc. Your words tell, instruct and remind.. Thank You isn't enough.

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Doodley

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Emma. I appreciate your thoughts and praise for this poem. Very.. read more
emmajoy

1 Month Ago

Methinks the word is 'awareness' not being afraid to speak out promptly, albeit with rational suspic.. read more
Did you forward this one to the Vatican?

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Doodley

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, John. Perhaps I should. Yet knowing the way they bury their hea.. read more
A poem that will leave it’s mark on every reader, however cynical or toughened.

In the first two verses, you build up revulsion and horror in your reader’s heart yet such a deep, breaking sorrow. The way a child uses their bedcover as a last defence, the way that vile, slimy thing defiles their innocence, at the same time making them feel guilt for their very existence, all mortify my soul.

The third and fourth verses paint the picture of utter desolation and brought me more pain. I was especially taken in by the mention of a blinkered God who finally relents to send light to end the ordeal.

The poet calls out to the Sheperd and is dismayed by the seeming silence at his plea and is very convincing in his statement that the little children are alone. Indeed, it’s said that justice delayed is justice denied. Yet, perhaps, God has a plan...

This poem made me feel their terror, their anguish and at the same time, an enervating kind of rage for those who perpetrate such dark deeds. Every word of yours agonises, every line shakes the reader.

This poem is a masterpiece! It’s stunning how you crafted the verses with such impeccable wording and rhyming, all combining to deliver a more than solid blow. Mark my words, it should earn you accolades in the literary world some day, my dear Doodley ❤️

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, sweet Divya. A very profound and intense analysis of this poem... read more
DIVYA

1 Month Ago

All my words stem from my absolute awe of your art and my deepest affection for you. It’s my pleas.. read more
These lines leave me heavy hearted. Broken children in the hands of those who should be nurturing them, not abusing them. So depressing and over recent years more and more of it crawling out of the woodwork and the Church? In denial. Yes most of the time, that's where they are. Stopped going to church years ago. Brilliant writing Doodley. Dark, very dark.

Chris

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Month Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Christine. Your words ring very truly. There are no greater hyp.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

You are very welcome.
Devastating!
The healing--as well as the reckoning--will come.
An exceptional piece of work!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

8 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Jimmy. This one was not factual to my life, but a response to a.. read more
Your last two verses brings to mind the sufferings/cries of the 'innocents' of war begging for freedom from suffering and pain brought on by the indiscretions of those who rule! Poignant. Thanks for sharing this wonderful piece, though sad.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Kitty. More like the suffering and pain brought on by abusive m.. read more
kitty

1 Year Ago

Open mind. Willing to learn more.
This is one heck of a poem. The dark images I like the most. Brilliant :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Suhd. I appreciate the line. Welcome to my poetic domain.

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