Long Baptism Poems
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If you wander into your local school or preschool,
What are the odds of spotting even a single pair of gumboots,
And does it matter if you find none.
If you think it no,
Then fast forward to their teenage years,
Look at how many are wearing Jackboots,
And not giving two hoots about anything,
Unless it is connected to the virtual world,
Then give me the answer that matters.
Having never been without a pair of gumboots,
Splashing in puddles second nature,
Rain no obstacle when I wish to walk or sing.
A mud pie making king,
Dry socks always in stock,
Adventures all year round,
Never bored,
Always grateful,
To mum and Dad,
For giving me the right kind of boots.
For those without gumboots,
There may yet be hope,
If enough letters go to the Minister of Education,
In favor of Gumboots being part of school uniforms,
So, once again the sound of children splashing through puddles can be heard,
And teenagers can once again be seen wearing the right kind of boots,
For life in the real world.
Dear Daughter,
Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace.
I know you carried the torch of my love like an olympic runner but
now you must be quiet and rest. I am the Sacred Heart alive in you.
Be still and know that I am water, raindrops of your Holy Blessings.
Don't be like doubting Thomas. I know you don't need to see my
wounds to know that I love you. Those were loving wounds,
meant to save an entire human race. Yes, even you.
Dear Father
I lose all notion of the world as I know it, when I sit here with you.
The walls of this church fall away and I soar like a silent eagle towards
you. My feet hardly touch the ground, and even the statues around me
don't make a sound. Sky and water that is what I'll be when I arrive at
your shore. I will be your sea shell, gather me and hold me to your tunic,
help me be more like you, loving, caring and beautiful.
Experience has taught me, many things,
From my many flings,
That a coalface legitimacy brings.
Experience has taught me, starting at the top,
Increases the chances for you to flop,
A life lived non-stop,
Will end in something going pop.
Experience has taught me that there is no substitute,
For for picking fruit,
As standing around looking cute,
Is not likely to bring you much loot.
Experience has taught me, education alone,
Your skills will not hone,
And could leave you with just a bone,
Unless you are good on the phone.
Experience has taught me, building relationships,
Is more important than building fast ships,
Or using money to buy friendships.
Experience has taught me, we all fail at something,
And to keep trying is the thing,
If happiness to your life you want to bring.
When I was cast in mire,Thy hand was near,
Thou sent a ,man, O Lord,to succour me;
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere.
I had no roof,no kin,no friendly cheer,
But lay 'mid thorns and cold hostility;
When I was cast in mire,Thy hand was near.
My name was curse,my past a thing of fear,
My bread was shame,my cup iniquity;
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere.
That stranger spake-''Thy mother loveth,hear!''
He gave me gold to find mine ancestry;
When I was cast in mire,Thy hand was near.
Now in the Cape I left my heart,a seer,
And pray for him with pure simplicity
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere
Let Heaven's light attend his every year,
And lead him,Lord,to thine eternity;
When I was cast in mire,thy hand was near-
Bless him with grace,and guard his path sincere.
Utopia
Morning, the night had been mysterious, full of screams
where raped women hung in trees like soiled fruit
Their begging for mercy had gone unheeded, and there was angry laughter
of men crazed by drink and lust heard nothing but their
own voices egging each other on to commit heinous crimes.
Yet the morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of
Utopia, where humanity would live in peace with nature and
themselves, and there would be harmony.
Premature fruit was lying out on the ground, so small, like
children, and I thought that they had survived their ordeal, they
would forever be outcasts by family and village, because
In the mind of the limited-brained, the victims of this type
of crime, are the guilty ones. And so the sun goes on shining
on the ugly and beautiful in equal measures.
Deathsnake coiling, squeezing.
Heavy soul wheezing.
Conforming for conjoining.
A trick or two sets the mood.
Teasing and pleasing.
For a quickened f-_-ening.
In distillery of proofs.
In massage of noose.
Native tongued nativity.
Masochism helix form.
Homing sense reaching.
To carry me the way home?
The distance sends a beacon.
An Emmissary.
A Prostitute of Heaven.
This sphere bounces carelessly.
Joy acting aloof.
In ignorant ecstacy.
In distillery of proofs.
In massage of noose.
Native tongued nativity.
Such a cold frivolity.
The mind does fear it.
An idiosyncrasy.
The closer you are near it.
Makes no nevermind.
Obsequious of spirit.
I say to self, this is sick?
Unscrupulousness.
With a shiver and a twitch.
Lightness now of solid form.
In it's foundation.
It's proving grounds, now shine, honed.
Ethereal warrior
Of understanding?
Trial by fires reborn?
Do I mean my prayers?
What is the endpoint.
My desires be not undone.
Do I deceive even me?
Synchronized, alone.
As I think myself clever.
Errors of grandeur to the bone.
Errors to the throne.
Touched in such a wicked way.
That no-one would ever know.
I feel not deranged.
I feel that I want to change.
Bridge me that comforting path.
Please, so I may know.
I'll suffer not wrath, but home.
I remember that special service like it was yesterday,
The table at the alter set up with candles like it was my wedding day,
I had my vows in my pocket ready to give,
Not even knowing what was in store with Him,
I had wrote down every promise, and all He meant to me,
I was ready to surrender everything,
As I lit the candle in my heart I knew,
I married you and sat back down in the pew,
As I placed my vows in my Bible, I opened up to a verse,
That spoke of marriage to the land, and a new name on earth,
It was so private and beautiful I cried,
He changed my name that day just between Him and I,
And no one at that time ever knew, my heart was hidden in you...
And now it's an honor for me to say,
That Hephzibah is my God given name,
There goes Pochahontas bent.
Sent with flaming arrows.
All that anger's meant to vent.
Just for faming harrows.
Lost to others who were sent.
Darrring Blaming sparrows.
Cost of all who met their fate
sought for claiming parrows.
All that land was meant to be.
Tribes of mainly darrows.
Lost to others much more fit.
flagrant ignorant farrows.
Brought to wrecken what they did.
Trading Indian Marrow.
Welcomed family to their nest.
Blaten Christian Narrow.
All for honor to the West.
English broken Saroh.
Brought back daughter to the East.
England's married ferro
Host for others who would seek
dangerous paton barrows.
Tsenacommacah Queen to take her crown
to English ratten tarots.
Beloved by all who'd sheikh the name
of English Cotton-Keurro.
Forsaked by all who'd come to claim
her Pochahotas Buenos.
The Grave Stone
Many years ago I went to the cemetery to find
my brother`s grave, but he had not been dead long
and had no stone. I was sent a picture, his stone is big
full name and in loving memory, the whole clan must have
chipped in it looked costly.
I felt slightly envious I can get a big stone too if I pay
for it now, the blue marble will be lovely.
I`m hesitant to invest in my stone, just in case I live
Longer than expected. You never know with people like me
I have all illnesses you can think of, but I keep waking up
In the morning, eat breakfast and take my medicine
and as usual, I`m grumpy, complaining I don`t laugh much
but I`m here to everyone’s chagrin.
There has just been a new addition to the Self Family,
Which calls for all family members to undergo Self-Assessment,
The new member of the family has been named Self Isolation.
The welfare of family will depend on,
How well they respond to the demands of Self Isolation,
And that they remain Selfless until Self Isolation no longer,
Requires them to stay by his side,
And not wander off with Selfishness,
Or give into the demands of Self-loathing, Self-Harm or Self-doubt.
They should refrain from being tempted out of their bubble by the Selfies,
And other deadbeats who could undermine future relationships,
With Self Worth.
If Self Isolation becomes too hard to handle,
Self-Respect, Self-Image, Self-Control, Self-Belief and Self Help,
Can be contacted online or by phone,
So, they can look at themselves in the mirror without Self Regret.