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Currently, I am writing a book of anti-religion poems which I will title 'Poems for the Blasphemer.' This one I just wrote last week in memory of Nate Lindstrom who, if you are unaware, was a man who was sexually abused in St. Norbert Abbey in the Green Bay region as a child in the 80's. When he became an adult, the Catholic Order started sending him 3500 dollar checks monthly, accompanied by a letter from the then Abbott. When a new Abbott was appointed, the checks stopped coming, and he eventually shot himself in the head after dropping his children off at their daycare. Despite the scandal and exposure this got, the Catholic mass continues to sing praises for this institute regardless, entirely kicking Lindstrom's corpse aside.

To the Memory of Nate Lindstrom

The Catholic Order has killed ye through your hand.
Its impotent pundits commemorate their bloody stand
Within the conversion of focused anger into drunken
Volition–such talents from the mindless organ player sunken
Reasonable recompense. No justice nor accountability
Is an ally to the Roman kneelers who abandon stability.
To your final exhale did your reason never neglect
Your offspring’s immeasurable trauma they’d recollect
In their coming ages, to sever not the guilty priests
Of the evil they wrought amongst one and all as beasts.
For shame! They shall be sentenced a century per check
Cleared and a thousand more per cheek they peck.
St. Norbert Abbey has quite the swamp to drain
If ever the beauty of rebirth shall anoint them a brain
To cast away the thickest things of collared evil,
Veiled with the smiles of invasive gods they never reveal.
O, such hatred of mine shall never rise above
The pierced atmosphere known as “Christian love!”

Shall we disturb? O, who are we to disturb delusion?
Their exhausted fragilities in view of racketeered confusion
Is as dense as their tax exempted liabilities.
The People of exterior beliefs lack defiant abilities
To bring them down into the very flames they preach!
For such exemptions extract from our resource’s leash!
Green Bay is only so green from the poison
It has masqueraded as a tremendous foison!

To the Norbertines, I dare press to ye this challenge—
Hold out thy savior for the vultures to scavenge!
Shall not the evil you still claim an opposition
Fear not for the inactivity of that nasty politician
Has thus made him evil? For in life, in Lindstrom he killed.
And in death, in Lindstrom eternally is he fulfilled.
For his duties, in your gospels, is he to be damned
For his deathly escapade—funded in perverted demand!
Demanded from the taker of the vows of chastity!
Taken from the minors of life, who know not of rapacity!
There is no protection from them, for they wield
A source of pastoral repulse the kneelers dare not yield
If it equated to perfection, a world without suffrage
Amongst the little ones they infest with nasty coverage.
They bribed you for your silence as they fought
Others in their youth. But o, your trauma cannot be bought
Once your false maturity has again tasted negligence.
Once more, they marked ye walking corpse an irrelevance.
“I shall walk nevermore!” you cried, “and insist in my home
“I remain a standstill ghost! The world and the law come
“To carry me to their doors and burn me dead
“As they burnt me alive! But sever my heavy head
“For them to keep, to walk by in passing and stare at my eyes!
“Dead in my eyes weep, down in their hollowed cries
“Corrode their spiritual cloaks! Live eternally they claim!
“Then live eternally with my concocted shame!”
But your weary head severed not, young Nate
And remains with your isolated form they choose to hate
For its self-infliction. Ignorance is their bliss, a lovely fate
For their braindead loyalists who will forever give resource
To their authoritative predators who reside over our courts.
They’ve killed dear Nate Lindstrom and his family
Who mourn as they watch the pew doll up calamity.
They each all owe this family over four hundred thousand
To reflect the obstruction and the purity buried in sand
From their Catholic syndicate who traffics child slaves
At the whim of parental enforcement, on whose graves
They impose ‘loving’ as a metaphorical term
To delay any illness of thought that they can confirm.

The marchers of their communion shall tender be
Of age and heart, yet to always be exposed to idiot papacy.
Apologies to deafened ears and blinded eyes are not
A form of sincerity, as much as prejudice to its plot
Be sincere in its non-flattery. Indeed, I honor such integrity
For these purposeful evils are not of a singularity
As the loyalists pridefully boast with uncaring flowers,
When they too cease any revolution against the powers
That be! But o, they too are powerless without
Their tithes and their canter, volunteered from the devout!
Lindstrom stays to this day in his tomb—awaiting
The day his enforced messiah admits to creating.
Yet the same has yet to stay within his once pronounced.
A weaker display of sacrifice could not be announced
As sacred nor courageous in retrospect,
Neither in trauma nor manipulation, thus imperfect.
They touched no flame to burn their sorrows clean
From your ashes, nor spoke aghast of their obscene
Arrogance to these actions. Their hands all be scarcely
Stained in blood—keeping them closed immensely
In prayers and hymns of joyous dolts,
Awakened only in tumultuous lightning bolts.
No storm has passed with such a rampant temper.
So, shall they be convinced they shall distemper?
For this, I shall never stray far behind them,
Dearest Nate, no nature shall to they ever fathom
A forgiveness nor a memory so weakened.
Ye shall be the tower over the bells, your name beaconed!

Malara 5 Aug 4
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A beautiful poem for a man who lived with such pain. Thank you for sharing.

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Hate to agree with the Aussie troll, but way too wordy elegizing an obscure reference that still remains unknown.

What does the reference being known have to do with length? People tend to write until they think they're done, regardless of the project. In poetry specifically, expression takes a paramount focus to hammer the image. The subject in question is actually very known, I mean I'm clearly writing about it. The media clearly reported about it, still are today. The Norbertines are clearly still giving statements as investigations are ongoing.

@Malara your so called poem is waaaaaaaay too long regardless of anything else, and to choose a completely unknown subject makes it feel even longer and thus unbearable. Anything else you would like to know?

@Mofo1953 Your impatience to read isn't really an onus on the writer. If the inconvenience of words is that much of a problem for you, I suggest sticking to valentine greeting card verses, or haiku (depending on how many you want to read, though some of those tend to intertwine with one another.) Literature is limitless in what it portrays, and how it portrays a subject. If whatever you write has a line limit, by all means exercise it. But poetry, throughout history from the Elizabathan era, the Romantic era to the present has never been merciful in length. Spencer's "The Faerie Queen" is one such example. Shelley's "The Revolt is Islam" is another. Robert Frost's "Snow." This is a work of defamatory, disgrace, shame, acknowledgment. I've heard funeral recited poetry, which were original works, that exceeded this. This is probably average in terms of length. I write until I'm done, like anyone else. I have works that are 5 lines long, others 500, others 1,000. I don't do "roses are red, violets are blue" type of verses, sorry to say.

@Malara I read your entire drivel, you're just a bad writer and even worse poet, even your replies to comments are too long. The sooner you realize your lack of talent, the sooner we'll be spared of your BS.

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IMO too long.
Are you being paid by the word?
What are the 4 things that you want to say?

Why do I have to be paid at all? Writers tend to write until they feel they're finished, this is a protest, defamatory work in regards to the Norbertines, and an acknowledgment of the trauma Lindstrom suffered molded together.

@Malara in other words it is for you & not others. You lost my attention half way through therefore what was written thereafter was not only a waste of time but resulted in me refusing to continue to comprehend the first part.
Write 4 sentences stating your point. You do not need to say more. Apply discipline

@FrayedBear That's not really my problem if you don't like to think about what you read.

@Malara then you are missing the point of communication.

@FrayedBear There's more here than Lindstrom, I also attack the bribes they sent him, I attack the masses that never raised any protest once it was exposed their income was used for it, I attacked the Catholic belief that suicide is automatic damnation, on someone they pushed to that act no less, I communicated all this quite well in the exact numbering of 400,000 dollars (the estimated total they paid him in 3500 dollar increments) this wasn't an assymetrical subject matter.

@Malara Mathew, you could have written an erudite 5000 page book on the subject highlighting each minute hypocrisy & assault on an abused person by an organisation believing itself above human judgement. It would not succeed in communicating to me your anguish, your affront, your incomprehension & loss of personal fulfilment resulting from the cause of humanity's loss of its member because you have allowed the matter to take up squatter's occupation of your thoughts rather than seeking the breadth of experiences & life fulfilling satisfactions that would have enabled you to concisely & precisely present the story.
The world is overreplete with the horror stories of man's inhumanity to his fellow man. I ceased to need or enjoy filling my brain with such stories when I was about 14 years of age. I continue to suggest therefore that what you wish to communicate can be expressed in about ten lines of words or less.
Having just read your bio I was most impressed by your statement that you are single parenting. You have a very hard task ahead of you. I wish you all possible support & fortune to fulfill the task & ultimately raise a fully functioning balanced adult. The odds stacked against you are stupid¹.

Stupid¹
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These are Cipolla's five fundamental laws of stupidity:

1. Always and inevitably everyone underestimates the number of stupid individuals in circulation.
2. The probability that a certain person (will) be stupid is independent of any other characteristic of that person.
3. A stupid person is a person who causes losses to another person or to a group of persons while himself deriving no gain and even possibly incurring losses.
4. Non-stupid people always underestimate the damaging power of stupid individuals. In particular non-stupid people constantly forget that at all times and places and under any circumstances to deal and/or associate with stupid people always turns out to be a costly mistake.
5. A stupid person is the most dangerous type of person.

Corollary: a stupid person is more dangerous than a pillager.

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