Our Poetry
No Commitment
"Free as a bird, no commitment for me;
"Marriage to Jane would be insanity!
"She's on the Pill and we're just having fun;
"She says she loves me and I'm 'number one.'"
Living together like peas in a pod,
Never a thought about who is his god;
Parties and travel and "What's on TV?"
Shallow amusement is his cup of tea.
Then like a lightning bolt out of the sky,
Jane gave the news as she started to cry:,
"What I've been fearing is now really true;
"John, I am pregnant - oh, what can I do?"
"You know the answer," said John with dismay;
"Have an abortion - it's done every day;;
"Here, call this number," he said as he took
Part of a page from the telephone book.
And without knowing, as she fussed and cried,
Jane called a number from the pro-life side;
Soon in the mail like a bold lightning rod
They got a message which came straight from God!!
Dead babies pictures! Their minds running wild!
"John, if you love me, you'll now love our child!"
Hours of thinking, and John finally said:
"I needed time just to clear up my head."
"Must have been blind not to see this before;
"I thought I loved you but now so much more!"
Then came the words she had wished for so long:
"Jane, will you marry a fool who's been wrong?!!!"
Marian Banducci
The Grand Adventure
When life seems dull and out of whack,
I know I suffer from a lack
Of time with Him who makes my day -
I've missed the straight and narrow way.
The joy is gone - I run my course:
A rider on a wayward horse;
Then suddenly He's standing there -
He beckons me to come to prayer.
"Abide in Me" He tells my heart;
"If winter comes, then spring must start;
"The joy in Me is ever new
"Like sunlight on the morning dew."
I sit beneath the Master's feet
And bask in love unearthly sweet -
This love of Christ, my constant goal -
THE GRAND ADVENTURE OF THE SOUL!!
Marian Banducci
"That's a Baby, Mother!"
(Based on a true story)
"That's a baby, Mother!"
Oh, the words were loud and clear!
With a look of hate she bristled!
And all the room could hear.
A captive role I played that day
As I held the picture there
That brought those words to a teenage girl
As her conscience was stripped bare.
Confronting me the mother
Had upheld the "pro-death" side;
From her lips came words like water
As the picture she decried.
Like a pistol firing bullets
Came the words of dark despair:
"That's a baby, Mother!"
Were hurled out upon the air.
Her eyes revealed the loathing
That was born in her to stay,
As she now despised her mother
For the lie she told "that day."
And as the girl began to laugh
And cry in accents bold,
The mother now did not deny
The truth the picture told.
Without a word the mother drew
Her daughter from the room;
And as they left, the quiet came
Like the stillness of a tomb.
Marian Banducci
Ten Thousand Candles
The heart alone can know the Lord -
It sings with one resounding chord!
The head can only know of Him,
Like looking through a glass that's dim.
For when the heart is touched by God,
The furrows break on hardened sod;
The heart knows Jesus from that day;
The head can never find the way.
Oh, you who seek to know all things
That only loving Jesus brings,
Repent and gain a humble heart,
And soon the love of Christ will start.
The love of Jesus - what a sight!
Ten thousand candles burning bright!!!
No more the dark of loneliness
With Jesus in the heart to bless!!!
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Marian Banducci
Playing With Matches
Fourteen-year-old lovers - what sadness it brings -
"Playing with matches" in "Mom and Dad things";
Faced with a problem too big for their years;
Oh, what emotions - the fears and the tears.
Julie and Jamie - the kids down the street
Seen holding hands as they furtively meet;
Moms are at work when they should be at home
Keeping an eye on the children who roam.
Julie and Jamie think love’s just a name;
Soon they’re involved in a dangerous game;
Now there is fear in these teenagers’ eyes,
Having a secret they soon can’t disguise.
Julie confides to a friend on the phone
Thinking that she’s in the house all alone;
Mother’s home early and now the truth’s out -
"Julie, how could you?" she cries with a shout!
Too young to get married, they try to decide;
"I’ll get a job" says young Jamie with pride;
"Will we be able to finish high school?" -
Two little fish swimming in a big pool.
Julie and Jamie - are they just to blame?
Never again will their lives be the same;
Sin has a price tag for young and for old;
Now by the thousands this story is told.
Who are the guilty ones - parents or child?
When children too young are unwatched and go wild?
Fourteen-year-old lovers - what sadness it brings -
"PLAYING WITH MATCHES" in "Mom and Dad things."
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Marian Banducci
The Rule Of Silence
When I consider people round about me
Like blades of grass upon the morning dew
Who change the subject and at times get angry
If Jesus’ Name is mentioned - as I do;
They talk about the newest crazy fashions
And swarm like bees to every baseball game
And contemplate the cost of their vacations
But never, never will they say that Name!
They’ll talk about their boss and all his meanness
And boast about their children’s grades in school;
They’ll dwell on politics with mouthings endless
But never, never will they break the rule;
The rule of silence when it comes to speaking
The Name above all names in Heav’n and earth
That devils fear and wise men all are seeking
And hosts of angels praise in glorious mirth;
And as I read the Scriptures, I am longing
For that great day when every knee is bowed
And every sinner’s heart is madly stirring
And every tongue shall say HIS NAME ALOUD!!
Marian Banducci
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Brave New World
Unseeing eyes,
Squashed little nose,
Sunken cheeks,
What! You suppose...?
Pale, tiny fingers,
Curled-up toes,
Broken body -
Dead, Aw! Gross!
"A fragmented baby!
Oh, don't make us see
Give us Choice! Choice!
Not human debris.
But if he's not planned,
Then baby must go
Abortion's the answer,
And no one's to know."
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"Medical waste" it's labelled,
This carnage,
Chaff from the mill,
Abortionists' garbage.
Assured of her rights
And shielded from knowing,
Of her baby's pain,
Or how he is growing.
A mother killed her child today.
Protected from seeing what they take away --
The refuse, the leavings of moral decay.
If women, benumbed,
Just knew, or just asked,
Would babies become,
Abortion mill trash?
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Betty A. Strassell - Rising Sun, Indiana
What Would The Neighbors Say?
Mary on a winter's day
Heard the news to her dismay;
"Oh, what would the neightbors say? -
"Number five is on the way."
Satan, bane of all mankind,
Hatched a scheme in Mary's mind;
Husband John would never know -
To the clinic she would go.
"Then no wagging tongues would be
"Talking endlessly of me;
"Number five is on the way
"With derision they would say."
Dialed a number in the book
Without taking a good look;
Then a voice spoke sweet and clear:
"Do you trust in God, my dear?"
"Ma'am, this is the only way;
"Oh, what would the neighbors say?
"I can barely stand the strain;
"Four's enough - I'll go insane."
Mary, troubled, unaware
Daughter Jill was listening there;
Everything she overheard -
Every meaning, every word.
Suddenly she saw her child -
Eight-year-old so meek and mild -
Long of face and teary-eyed -
Looking like someone had died.
"Mom, don't do it - find a way -
"Who cares what the neighbors say?
"I will help you - so will Dad -
"You know that abortion's bad"
Startled, Mary felt the glare
Of the spotlight focused there
On her daughter's telling tears -
Wisdom so beyond her years.
Suddenly, the evil deed
Lay exposed despite her "need":
Number five had won the day!
Who cares what the neighbors say?
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Marian Banducci
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