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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mou
a dark write yet your words are so vivid that describe the sufferings very pathetically..those childhood which bears such a storm, being a poor victim of all darkness and fear in the future but most disappointing thing is that those devil could never get realize about the worst effect of their mean works.a very concerned and great topic.thanks for sharing such a wonderful thought and write

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The mood you create in this, likening our reverend priests to vampires and all the Gothic tones and shades, gives the piece a malevolence appropriate to the darkness of the subject. The metering is also appropriate to the pace of the poem. One slight flaw for moi is the use of 'Skies' twice as a rhyme. Funnily enough I wrpote a free verse version of the same bleak tale yesterday: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Passion8/1875124/

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, John. An interesting critique. One single repetition of the wor.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

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Twas a simple observation rather than criticism I assure you Doodley. I thoroughly enjoyed the poem.
Indeed there is a horrific silence for those who need the most protection... well written.

Suffer little children indeed! :(

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Tomas. I appreciate your kind words. A horrific silence it is i.. read more
Doodley you know the art of poetry so well in rhyme and meter. The tone of the story, the images you depicted are indeed nothing short of spectacular. Wonderful dark enchanting story telling!

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Andrew. I appreciate the kind words. One less in your read requ.. read more
andrew mitchell

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I know lol
Doodley, each of your poem depicts your strong views on those that you truly believe in. Your poems are so very brave, Doodley. This one makes my spine shiver.. It doesn't matter who it is, the Holy Church, the so-called Swamis, the Islam who screams that homosexuality is a sin - everyone wants to take away the innocence of our children. Your poem actually is a food for thought for those who are willing to shut a blind eye when it comes to religion. Humans err, that is the ultimate truth!!!!!!!!!! So, why do we trust the humans so much that we are oblivion about the sins that they indulge in and throw our children into their den for them to feast upon? It is not the Church, not the Swamis, not the Islam - but it is the parents and the care-takers and the guardians who are at fault here. They are the ones that fail to do their job that is to protect their young ones!

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Sati. Very strongly expressed opinions in this review. I apprec.. read more
i really like this...makes me relive my young Catholic school days...guilt was the nightmare in our dreams...the serpent that caused us to tremble...thinking of all our little sins and how much bigger than we, they were.

j.

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Jacob. I appreciate your insights. I never went to a Catholic s.. read more
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mou
a dark write yet your words are so vivid that describe the sufferings very pathetically..those childhood which bears such a storm, being a poor victim of all darkness and fear in the future but most disappointing thing is that those devil could never get realize about the worst effect of their mean works.a very concerned and great topic.thanks for sharing such a wonderful thought and write

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Doodley

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Political correctness, sanctimonious homilies and fear of reputation all serve to cover up this problem. The notional threat of perpetual damnation is no deterrent , even among those that you have portrayed.
A dark, but eloquent portrayal that begs many other questions of faith.




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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Norman. I agree with your thoughts on this issue. And hasn't po.. read more
One of the works on Writerscafe which puts professionally published, best selling authors to shame! I personally feel you have outdone yourself in 'In Nomine Patris'. The element of dereliction, desolation and fear is blent in extremely well and the poetic ability to weave a tale of reality and of moral abyss. The use of visual metaphors as always is sharp, but I feel they hit bull's eye in your latest. The slight sliver of hope, with promise of retribution is brutally snatched away with reality and realization, which further adds to the haplessness of the subject victims and the empathizing reader.
What you set out with this poetry is achieved- To invoke introspection, evoke dread and an extreme grappling with an uncomfortable truth,

Time and again, I got visuals from the movie 'Doubt', and the term "missionaries of charity" never felt more acerbic.

I honestly feel this should be sent for publication.
Hard-hitting, uncompromising in intent and compelling- Your poem has it all!

Excellent work this is!

Keep writing and spreading the awe!

Best,
M.

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Mallika. Much, much too kind with your words and praise in this.. read more
The abuse and the terror feed fear into the small kids making them vulnerable to the outer exposure. These atrocities silence their voices.Those innocent small flowers, after having weeped and sobbed, close their hearts and cage their minds permanently. Those cruel and ruthless beasts never seem to realize what they do is a sin that can never be forgiven.The pain they inflict upon the children is heinous and condemnable. Childhood plays an important part in shaping the future of a person. I don't know if there is someone out there up who is seeing all this and listening to the prayers but I believe if anyone is there who can actually do something for those kids, it is the good human souls because God lies within the hearts of such folks.
What a truthful and perfect piece this is, sunbae ! Heart touching and very very deep.This is surely one of the darkest pieces I have ever read.You are an awesome writer. I am speechless and I really don't have enough words to describe the greatness and excellence of this piece of poetry.
All I can say is - take a bow and kudos.
Keep inspiring and keep writing!


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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, Manasvini. A very kind and comprehensive review on this piece. .. read more
Dark but amazing. The imagery you created left me with chills. Thanks for sharing this piece of work!

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Doodley

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Thank you for reading and reviewing, OhSnapShley. Very kind words on this piece.

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