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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dear Doodley... "Suffer the little children to
come unto me, for such is the Kindom of God."
This is the quote we learned in Bible school. There are times when we need to refresh our minds and
look at the world through the eyes of a child. I find your poetry to be enlightening and to remind us how precious and sensitive a child's mind must be. truly, Pat

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Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Pat. I appreciate your insights and kind words.
Doodley,
You have led a true word to the "children" They are not forgotten. Sin-evil is an imprint on this earth and God is here in us! To speak, to act, to care, to pray. "In Nomine Patris' Is a beautiful tribute to all of us to remember how fleeting and so tenuous is this faltering imperfect world. Like you I feel very angry and helpless to act sometimes. God is still God and faith gives us all a place to go with our questions. I appreciate your call to keep these innocent before our eyes and to hold accountable the ones given care of them who hurt in such a vile way................Kathy

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Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Kathy. I appreciate your thoughts and your spiritual faith. As .. read more
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Yes, it may be on the dark side but it is well written and, poetically, it works. Good unstilted rhymes and references. Good for you.

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Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Great Aunt Astri. I appreciate the kind words. Welcome to my po.. read more
This has such a great flow - words can not express how much talent you obtain! I really enjoy this poem because it is reminiscent to my childhood fears with the whole unholy presence of something malicious and spectral. I remember it only too well! This poem is magnificent, but I have to say, I found extreme admiration in "By The River, Acheron". And as always, keep the poetry pieces flowing on in, I love them all as they inspire my creational half!

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Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Cynical. I appreciate your kind praise. I will do my best to ke.. read more
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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Jacob. I appreciate your insights. I never went to a Catholic s.. read more

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