The Poem 'O Madonna' And The Painting 'Madonna And Lourdes' To Celebrate Madonna's 58th Birthday


Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons, Madonna and Lourdes, acrylic 18 x 24, 2012, Peter Reynosa

Madonna turns 58 this August 16, 2016. And to celebrate this event I put up a mother and daughter painting I did of her and her daughter Lourdes Leon in 2012 called Madonna and Lourdes. And I also did a poem called "O Madonna" in 2012. The poem first appeared on YouTube. I hope her fans and her enjoy both.

O Madonna

O Madonna
Child-orphan of Catholicism, ogress-daughter of pagan rites:
Ye be the destroyer of ancient rituals of Vatican's bygone might.
Tory and Bourbon aghast in despair! For through treacherous
Heresy and irreverent mocking galore ye
Threaten consecrated tradition and genteel
Serenity of misty-miraculous yore.
Custom and Convention of sacred Commandments
Burn inglorious by thy pyre and flame
As shrines lay in ruins and temples be pillaged and maimed.
The Old World crumbles as thou castrates dying Lords,
Maniacally charging Bastille's fortress-home, while
Daring even the impudent sacking of Rome,
Leaving all yearning for cessation to unholy
Violating off most pious of domes.

O Madonna
Scourge of Man! Blasphemeress of patriarchy! Rebel
Of male chauvinism's unrighteous reign!
Liberator of women-serfs forever trampled underfoot
By slavery-oppression's anguished pain.
Ye be the mystical body of feminism: valiant in words and valorous in deeds,
Oft that be the true roots of such opprobrium for thy mutinous creeds.
Adam slayer──Chattel denier──breaker of Civilization's
Most inviolable of gender taboos:
Causing empires and dynasties to fall as both Occident and Orient
Learn of Eve's most subversive and traitorous of coups.
Procreation rights! Suffragist uprisings! Marches against inegalitarian plights!
Ye be the most wretched demoness of all males' frights: a thorn to Kings,
And to Princes scalding plague of heathen Black Knight.

O Madonna
High priestess of sexual debauchery! Icon of eroticism amongst
The carnally damned! Queen of the Sodomites!
Trifling thou art of sensual travels in eerie flight that echo nil
To the gods of Gothicism and cursed animals finite.
Yet freedom from forbidden fruit be glorious rapture when
Worldliness save Puritan smugness of shameful sin.
So when siren becomes seductress then mistress to tearing
Asunder Victorian's false foreskin, Lady Gwen then
Rises to most nobility from within.
Still, vulgarism and materialism devouring meat and
Bones be but blind pleasure-seeking lust,
And in this endeavor the sins of Judas-Saint be
Appallingly transparent evils of disgust.
Lewd in revelry, Bacchanalian in wine and will, unrepentant
For not desiring the heart to profoundly feel:
What be thee? Satan without angelic fall? Or, tragic
Damsel-virgin pining for true-love all?

O Madonna
Yet, one Savior arises, one Redeemer doth come, from
Whence salvation may breathe light for atonement therefrom.
It is thy longing for the invisible not of this clime,
Nor of this place, nor of this time: Yes!
Cabalism──Sufism──Occultism! O Mystic, praise thee!
O Mahatma, sublime! O Yogi, enlighten of otherworldly divine.
World-soul of cryptic mystery beyond attributes and names,
Beyond reason or science's ability ever to tame:
Yes, that be thy metaphysical and most noble of aim, one
Elevating thy stature beyond provincial-pitiable fame.
Orgasms of Orgasms! Writhing in ecstasy beyond madness and sin:
O Madonna, if this be Allah and Brahma, I be
Convert and Yang to thy Yin.