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Jesus Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Jesus

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Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


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Christmas Magic

Christmas Magic

Christmas magic coming soon
It’s just five weeks away
It’s time to blow up those balloons
And make the home look gay
With lots of Christmas decorations
And a lovely Christmas tree
And lights to fill folk with elation
And Christmas mystery.

It’s the day the holy babe was born
So we must think of this
As we awake on Christmas morn
Brim filled with love sweet bliss
It’s a time to fill our hearts with joy
A time for happiness
I just adore these Christmas days
I do, I must confess. 

It’s the time to give the children joy
With lots of little gifts
Handed to each girl and boy
To give young hearts a lift
Then it’s time for a real good feed
And to drink a drop of wine
And eat much more than we all need
Because it’s Christmas time.

21 November 2013 @ 1245hrs.
For Gail's Contest. written by Peter Duggan


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An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


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Trust is Hard to Gain

How hard is it to get ahead in the this world,
When governments and societies fold
Their hands and say to everyone 
We're going through harsh times.

How does the trust of the one's in charge,
Bend laws and force opinions based
On capitalist ideals to bend the truth
To try to keep a peace beyond their grasp.

O how. O how. Can this be?
What can this destitute world now offer thee?
Regain yourself, O mighty one! Punch Forth! 
Offer the world your firstborn Son!

T'is the end of times, but you can still trust me!
There's always someone there. 
Lay down your ragged soul at last,
Your journey is at an end it seems
Lay down your trust in the only one who Beams

His Sunshine Will Offer You Rest.

My Man J.C.


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Words of the master

Words of the master

A man once asked the master
Which of us has the worth?
To enter in the holy kingdom
This man was down to Earth
And liked to ask the questions
The truth he had to know
The master looked into his eyes
With a deep, and holy glow.

A Rabbi, he took note of this
He thought it would be he
For he had all the virtues
Such a holy man he be
The master looked on past this man
Till his eyes lit on a child
He called the small child unto him
And at the lad he smiled.

He took the child into his arms
And said for all to hear
Those who be like this small child
The father he holds dear
They have the worth to enter in
My father holy place
The crowd they did not understand
Confusion touched each face


These words the master spoke, were true
To find that holy place
One must re find his innocence
Re-enter each that space
That each of us were born into
Each soul must delve within
And find the joy that each did know
When their days, did first begin.

16 December 2013 @ 1310hrs.





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The mustard seed

A mustard seed

Our savior told a story
In his usual way
He tried to make folk understand
As he did on many a day.
He said with voice all soft and calm
“What be it like? God’s heaven
What story can I use today
How can I tell you then?”

“It be like what happens then
When a mustard seed
Is planted there beneath the soil
It be so small indeed
“And yet” he said “once it be planted
So large the tree does grow
And spreads its branches all around
Gives shade where birds can go”

Our Lord, he used these stories
When he did talk to folk
And all that then could understand
They gained from words he spoke
He told folk naught without these stories
Yet to his twelve disciples
He explained then everything
To them he told it all.

2005





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The Turning Ground

*    It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                               winter is past the sun                                                                                               does bring the warmth of dancer’s spring                                                                     love rises buds begun                                     *                                                                                                                              The scent of coming flowers sweeps                                                                             away death’s sway new life                                                                                            It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                             death lies untrue, no wife              *                                                                                                                                 It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 the flowers, birds do care                                                                                             as life does fly towards the sky                                                                                    the song of love we share                                                                                 *                                                                                                                                As newness flames the hearts of kin                                                                            She sleeps only no breath                                                                                               It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 but life steps forth, she weds


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Crimson Blood Sunset

Crimson Blood Sunset

If I could grab a piece of sunset at days end.
I would nurture it the night through,
That at sunrise, there would be twice the light.
How right it is to be in light.
As darkness descends, to grab a piece of sunset.
And set time on end, such that endings seldom matter and beginnings dawn the 
night sky like second chances dripping dew drops of fading sadness.
Ah what a sunrise that would be,
If I could grab a piece of sunset on such a day that things went right and I fought 
like a soldier with a newly sharpened sword of kindness.
Such a sunset, Such a sunset, if I could grab a moment’s peace, I’d grip it tight 
and never loose that hold to what’s right.
If I could tell my wife I loved her and mean it.
I’d tell her a thousand times in a thousand tiny things that men do in passing, but 
make me shudder.
A thousand nights of sunrise I tell you.
A thousand nights of sunrise, telling time to stop its pestering.
Tyrannical time beckoning to days end.
But if I could grab such that sunset, bright, brilliant, rainbows of light convincing 
me of my savior’s love.
I would bask in that moment nurture it, such that at sunrise there’d be a 
thousand Jesus loves you’s shining for all the day to see.
And me too, shining bright in such that double sunrise,
Spawned from second chances from secret sunsets.
If I could grab a moments peace just long enough to stare beyond this endless 
night of fear and monotony.
Ah Pride, let me alone and leave me be,
To grab this sunset.
Embroidered with purple and crimson sunshine.
Blood stained sunshine, convincing me that Jesus loves me and there is nothing 
to fear.
If I could grab a hold of that crimson blood sunset, now that would be something!


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Ode rise of poetry death of the owl king part 2

Have no fellowship with unfruitful dark                                                                         black moors cold zephyr for now truth does spark                                                            a fire within the heart run far black dogs                                                                       truth defeats feeds seething flesh to the hogs                                                               Lord punishes high ones coven’s of death                                                                        trumpet of God host angels with one breath                                                                    though they all gather for the last battle                                                                       shiver satan for your own death rattles                                                                             it will not stand serpents cast into fire                                                                        Liars bewitch death’s end a molten mire                                                                           So beware their snares the child only sleeps                                                                     those who mutter and peep your sorceries keep                                                               as for me I know you have no keys so cry                                                                      my King cometh God’s Word upon his thigh           -     Based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death


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The cleansing of the temple

The cleansing of the temple.

On reaching they Jerusalem
Our Lord and his disciples
They went into the holy temple
And Jesus saw it all
The nonsense that was going on
Those vendors selling doves
And money lenders everywhere
In this place just made for love.

Our savior saw this going on
I t irked him quite a bit
He turned these dealer’s benches over
He was having none of it
He would not let folk carry things
Through the temple on that day
He taught the people that were there
Said “The scriptures, this they say”

“My house it be a place of worship
For all nations to enter
But you have made it so I see
An awful kind of center
Where robbers hide” thus said our lord.
When the chief priests heard of this
Those teachers of the Law of Moses
Well this they’d not dismiss.

Their eyes were dark and anger rose
Within their foolish minds
Oh, they became afraid of him
Their hearts, they were unkind
They saw that he had reached the people
Who were amazed at him
And so they looked for ways to kill him
Their minds all hard and grim.



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