Thursday, December 6, 2012


Mountaineer
a Poem

The howling wind thrusts
snow-flakes
Through his garments into his flesh
Like steel shards of shrapnel
Piercing to the depths of his soul

Reflecting the brillance
Of the sun into his eyes
Like a polished mirror
The glacial ridge is unforgiving
White-out Blind is he

Confusion steals his mittens
Fingers clenched in a grotesque claw
Like carved from stone

He has no sensation in his feet
Toes frozen solid in his boots
With every ounce of his will
He commands his ice-legs
One step closer to her summit

She spurns her lover
And
Like a wild bronco
He is thrown from the mountain that he loves

The Mountaineer is dead.
Ice and snow is his coffin.
The mountain is his tombstone.

His eternal joy is the towering
Snow-capped peaks in
Our Father's kingdom

I see my Angel Guardian atop the summit now

finis



Photo Credit
Copyright © Petr Kratochvil
Used with permission
Public Domain Pictures dot net

Poem
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo
1st Sunday of Advent
2 December 2012

146 Words

Monday, November 12, 2012


Bishop, my Good Shepherd

Most Reverend W. Francis Malooly
Bishop
Diocese of Wilmington, Delaware

Dear Bishop Francis,

In the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I command you to call our brother in Christ Joe Biden, Vice President of these United States of America to repent.

And if he refuses, I command you in Christ's Name to Excommunicate this unrepentant public sinner, for the protection of the Church, education of the Faithful, the salvation of Joe's damned soul and to save our Republic from Satan's minions.

For several decades, Joey Biden is committing a grave public scandal, using the authority of his elected office publicly denouncing Church teaching, legislating the persecution  of Christ's Church, advocating the destruction of the Sacrament of Marriage, and the most heinous crime of them all, the State sponsored, Taxpayer funded, genocide of fellow American Citizens in their mother's womb.  54 MILLION and counting ---

Prochoice Abortion Genocide is a mortal sin against our Creator, Almighty God, eternal Father; Abortion is a Crime Against Humanity - Genocide; Abortion is unconstitutional Slavery, where one more politically powerful Citizen uses the tyranny of government to claim another Human Being as property to be disposed of as the mother pleases; Abortion is murder; Abortion is destroying the moral fabric of our once great Republic, a morality imperative for Citizens to remain free.

You are an Ordained Priest of the one, holy, Catholic Apostolic Church, called from your mother's womb to the Priesthood.  You are called again to be Bishop, defender of the Church, Good Shepherd of the Faithful, with the Pontiff, you are the final authority on the Gospel teachings of Christ.

Yet, Catholic Universities' faculty openly mock the authority of Bishops; disobey the Pontiff; hand out Abortion Pills; form Gay Clubs, push Lesbian Clubs; campus promiscuity is celebrated as 'cool' and 'chic;' Abortions at the University Health Clinic is upon demand.

Nineteen Catholic Senators in our Congress and all votes in favor of Obama's Abortion Holocaust and Death Panels, but for one soul.

More that 50% Catholics voting for evildoer Obama, even as we know he is the worker of the devil.  Obama is a Marxist committed to destroying the Church and our Republic.

Whatever you've been doing up to now, isn't working.  It's time to clean the Church of Public Sinners and make known Catechism.  Don't assume that your Faithful know it.  Show us faith.  Show the evildoing bureaucrats they shall be brought to moral justice.  Show the world, Chrisitanity and freedom is the foundation of our liberty in this Republic.

MY  BISHOP

WHERE ARE YOU?

Why aren't you arrested for 'Hate Speech' because you defended the Sacrament of Marriage and condemn the sin of homoeroticism and Homofascism?

Why aren't you in prison for demanding from the pulpit the immediate abolition of this lost Republic's Abortion Holocaust?

Why aren't you murdered and martyred for denouncing Barach Hussein Obama for the evildoer that he has proven himself to be?

You are first a disciple of Jesus Christ, your treasures you store in heaven.  You are a Bishop, Good Shepherd, defender of the Church and you are an American Citizen committed to defending our Constitution.

Only the one, holy Catholic Apostolic Church has the Christian leadership in its Bishops, the moral back-bone in it's authority and the prayers of the Blessed Virgin Mary to save our Republic from the Wrath of Almighty God's punishment and we, a people thrown atop history's trash heap of genocidal regimes, atop Caesar's Roman Empire, Adolf Hitler's Nazi Germany, Josef Stalin's Soviet Union and Barach Hussein Obama's Prochoice America.

You are my Bishop.  I have a right to demand from you, leadership, Catholic teaching and defending the Church.  Even Bishops can be condemned into the everlasting fires of HELL, for commission and omission of your divine duties.

I pray for your intentions.

I remain your obedient son and brother in Christ,

ralph Marie de largo

@ProLifePoet

12 November 2012

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Grrrr my Poet


Grrrr my Poet

Lizzy

I want to write you a poem

I want to capture your

beauty
humor
fears
lusts
feminine emotions

in prose, that is everlasting
for all generations to know you

Alas,

Even I
a gifted Master of language
a Poet
so skilled in words
even I cannot feel my passion
creating with
pen
ink
and paper
a Master-piece for you

When you do not love and appreciate your

Poet

finis


Photo Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

@superdupaflygirl

Poem
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo
Poet

32nd Sunday in Ordinary Time
11 November 2012

@ProLifePoet

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Sunset, a Poem


Sunset, a Poem

The Sunset

Beauty surrounds me
My home in Clearwater

Florida is the land of sunshine
I lay my head to my pillow to rest
The wild ocean waves
I hear their rhythmic song
And I fall asleep

My nude body is caressed
By the gentle sea breeze

Gentle upon my mind
Is my Filipina woman
Her shoulder length, black silken hair
I want to feel brush upon
My wanting flesh

A Sunset pales before her beauty
Her lips I yearn to kiss

Her eyes sparkle
Like the sun reflected off the gentle sea
Her sexy shoulders;
My eyes fall to her shapely breasts
Her feminine waist, svelte muscular thighs

I am her man, to swing down a jungle vine
And I carry her naked body to my love cave

Long after the sun sets
Her restrained moans
Is pleasure to my ears
Two sweaty bodies embrace
For one love dance, until

The Sunset

Finis

Photograph Credit
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo

Poem
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo
@ProLifePoet

Wednesday 31 October 2012

Thursday, July 19, 2012

ME, ME, ME



ME  ME  ME

Me
Okay, so like
I got 'Preg

How could it happen to
Me

But it's none of my fault
Me
I'm not to blame

My high-school didn't give
Me
Birth control pills

Not even condoms for
Me
After a home-coming
Football game

I was drunk n' stoned
Me
I'm having a good party time

Yea, it's my right

Oh, the boys do love
Me
When I sneak away from home
At night

He forced it on
Me

I'm a teenage Mother
Me
With child in my womb

This baby is too inconvenient for
Me

This human is an intrusion upon my life

An ultrasound pic
Showing his little hands, tiny feet
Can't convince

Me

This voiceless Citizen
Has a right to his life

Besides, he'll get cold in the winter
I'll have to knit him a sweater
And
That's less dress wool yarn for
Me

We kill people for freedom
But why imprision
Me
With an unwanted child

A mother's day card
Is no big deal
Me
I'd rather be single

I ask all you Pro-Life answer
Me

Who will sit with
Me
At the doctor's office

Who will drive
Me
For my pregnancy check-ups

Who will purchase my food for
Me
When I can't work

Who will give
Me

The money for styling my hair

Trimming my pedicure

Fashion my nails

How can I finish my education for
Me

Who will drive
Me
To the hospital when my 'water-breaks'

Who will hold and comfort
Me
When my delivery takes hours
The doctor ignores my screams

And

Who will finish my  YouTube® vidz
When my baby cries for
Me
He's hungry, wet n' wants my breast

Who will nurture and raise him
These next eighteen years

Who teaches him morals and self-respect
Someone must give him faith
To trust Jesus Christ

Where are my food-stamps
I need you to pay for my gasoline

Where is my free day-care
What about his free child care
Free Doctor visits

Excuse Me

Pro-Life
You expect all this from
Me

Me
I must abort

And

Get on with my life

Society doesn't condemn
Me
For killing my child

The Supreme Court, Congress and the
President says,

This Womb Citizen lives
Or
This Citizen dies

Just like the Slave Master
Of old-times, who also legally
Owned a human being

His life is my property

A Citizen lives, a Citizen dies
Ho-hum
It's all up to only
Me

It only takes
The Abortion count tally now
Fifty Four Million n'
Me

A visit to the local

Planned Parenthood

They'll make it all fine
Take my baby away
It's Prochoice Abortion Genocide
His blood is a gold-mine

It's free
On the Taxpayers dime

Me
I give praise to this bloody
Abortion Holocaust

"Abortion
Is the best decision for
Me, Me, Me."

Btw
Can you even believe this
Next story

It's a wonder to
Me

I meet this teenage
Mother
She gave birth to her child

Her boyfriend abandoned her
She had not a penny

How odd is this in

Prochoice AmeriKa

Where a mother chooses

Trust in Jesus

I said to her,
"What kind of a liberated Prochoice woman are you?"

You know what that gerl
Jess
Said to me,

"It's about my innocent child.
It's not about,
Me."

finis

Photo Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography Studio

@supadupaflygirl

Poem
Poet laureate
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo
2012 May 31st Thursday

542 WERDZ

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy Fourth of July


Happy Fourth of July

I hear our elected Representatives give speeches

Happy Fourth of July

54 Million fellow

American Citizens

Denied their God given unalienable

Right to Life

We have murdered these souls

In their mother's womb

TRUTH

Happy Abortion Holocaust

I see the parades, flag waving

And

I hear the patriotic music

Happy Fourth of July

Our Republic worships at the

Alter of Homoeroticism

Free Internet Pornography

Easy Divorce

Bastard Bureaucrats destroy families

Citizen tax dollars stolen and misused

Our Supreme Court is filled with Traitors

The Ten Commandments of our

Creator, Almighty God, our eternal Father

Is vilified and laughed at

TRUTH

Happy Sodom, Gomorrah and America

Everyone give each other the

'High-Five'

We live in the greatest nation

Ever conceived by man

Happy Fourth of July

I know one American Citizen

Whose hand has been butchered from his body

By a blood-thirsty genocidal nation

Who allowed a great Republic

To slide into corruption and imorality

TRUTH

July Fourth Is Not Happy


Finis


Photo Credit
Copyright © Center for Bio-Ethical Reform

Poem
American Citizen
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo


JULY 4TH, 2012

@ProLifePoet

What does it matter the number of words
No one is reading them

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

treat me nice

Treat Me Nice
a
Poem


When I mouse-click to your website
Bb, be polite
You're gonna make me sour
If you don't vid just right

Don't you ever Dailybooth once ... Dailybooth twice
I love your pics
There're so nice

I know that you've been told
It's okay to block
Bb, if you're that cold
My heart for you turns to ice

If you don't want me to Unsubscribe to your Vidz

Treat Me Nice

Look into the camera and smile
Let me hear you laugh
Toss your hair
And
Pout your lips
Use all of your feminine class

Ooo...
I'll be subscribed to only you
If you ask me to
But if you don't behave
I'll Unsubscribe to you

If you want my Subscription for life
Take my advice

Treat Me Nice

Look into the camera and smile
Let me hear you laugh
Toss your hair
And
Pout your lips
Use all of your feminine class

Ooo...
I'll be subscribed to only you
If you ask me to
But if you don't behave
I'll Unsubscribe to you

If you really want my Subscription for life
Take my advice

Treat Me Nice

Yea...
SupaDupaFlyGirl

Treat Me Nice

finis


Photo Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

supadupaflygirl

Poem
Poet laureate
Copyright © ralph marie de largo
December 12, 2010

@ProLifePoet

Monday, July 2, 2012



Hard-drive Heart
a
Poem


Hey,
SupaDupaFlyGirl
Can't you see
I subscribe to only you

Please don't break
My Heart in two
That's not hard to do
Cuz' I don't have a
Hard-drive Heart

And
If you block me dear

Then I know that I will cry

Maybe my tears won't dry
I could even die

Cuz' I don't have a
Hard-drive Heart

There's no strings
Attached to this Subscription
Of mine

It was always you
From YouTube's start

I'll treat you polite
Purchase a Postcard

Bb, I'll be really good
Cuz' I'm not made of binary numbers
And
I don't have a
Hard-drive Heart

finis


Photo Credit
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

Poem
Poet laureate
Copyright © ralph marie de largo
December 11, 2010

115 Wordz

Sunday, July 1, 2012

how many times, a poem

How Many Times
a
Poem


How many times...
Can
I say that your smile warms my heart

How many times...
Do
I pause in my day to pray for your blessings

How many times...
I find
My lips yearning for just one kiss

How many times...
Is
Too many moments

I close my eyes and I see you
Walking

Your white cotton dress swaying in the breeze
Your silken auburn hair dancing
About your face

Your graceful and feminine silhouette
Illuminated by the distant divine sun

O ... Elizabeth

You keep walking ... You keep moving
Towards immortal life in heaven
Awaits you

Jesus Christ

His arms shall embrace you
Together we Christians all shall be

How many times...
Is
Eternity

finis


Photo Credits
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley Photography

supadupaflygirl

Poem
Copyright © ralph marie de largo
Twenty-Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time
25 September 2011

@ProLifePoet

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Who is this Woman, a Poem


Who is this Woman
A
Poem


Who is this Woman?

SupaDupaFlyGirl

She is a Woman
Search for her in an enigma
Hidden in a puzzle
Shrouded in a mystery

Do you really believe
That you can find her

Her smile
Captures any man's heart
And
He carves a place for her

Look into her chestnut eyes
Too deep to see her soul
And
A man falls, n' falls, n' falls...

She tosses n' tumbles
Her long silken auburn hair
And
Dances n' prances
To a song
That she only hears

Oh, but do not be deceived
All you gentlemen enchanted
By her
Youthful quiet charm

She's a tempest
A Nor'easter
Her fury will sink you quick
And
You'll never really know
You just find yourself
Adrift

Do you really believe
That you can find her

She is a Woman
Search for her in an enigma
Hidden in a puzzle
Shrouded in a mystery

SupaDupaFlyGirl

Who is this Woman?


FINIS



Photo Credits
Copyright © Elizabeth Ashley


"supadupaflygirl"

Copyright © ralph marie de largo


@ProLifePoet

Friday, June 29, 2012

bridget


Bridget



Bridget

Bridget O'Neill

Do I dare give you the key

To my wounded heart?

Bridget

Bridget O'Neill

Is there a poem to be penned

From my poetic soul


Reaching out to your


Pain, laughter and love?

Bridget

Bridget O'Neill

Dare I ask?

A Poet wants to know.


finis

Photo Credit
Copyright © John Ulman & Bridget O'Neill
1 April 2012

Poem
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo
Thursday 28 June 2012

@ProLifePoet

49 WERDZ

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Ponder

Ponder
a
Poem

Who is this Man called

Jesus Christ

They say,
He touches a blind beggar
and
he has his sight

He says,
"Your sins are forgiven.'
and
The lame and the crippled
pick up their mats to walk

He commands daemons
to leave a possessed man's body
and
The devils obey and they flee

"As God is my witness..."
These people tell me their stories

This Man awakens the dead
as if
they were only asleep

Who is this Man called

Jesus Christ


Photograph Credit
Copyright © Denise Vlogs

Poem
Copyright © ralph marie de largo
December 11, 2010