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Sonnet Baptism Poems | Sonnet Poems About Baptism

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The Baptism

The Baptism

Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: No. 203 
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/16/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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A Sonnet To Growing Older

A Sonnet To Growing Older

My heart now speaks to me of ageless things
 Of solitary walks down country lanes
 Of quilted calico with simpler schemes
 Unhurried times, a pause, as quiet rain

 In memory drenched, the budding heart reviews
 Her nightly liaisons in twilight realms
 Illusive childlike carousel renews
 Majestic pensive thoughts and hopeful hymns;

 With joy rekindles ! Magic carousel
 It moves round and round in measured beat
 Bewitching power of music sounds compel
 The ageless ones to rambunctious retreat !

 Unhallowed fruit of age-
 My heart can sing !
 Redeeming time to catch the brass-bound ring

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

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Dark River That Sought To Flood

Dark River That Sought To Flood

I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight

Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief

A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love

Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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food and love

Food and Love Sonnet 
Today is my day off I’m not writing anything so I’m
free to think of the time I fell in love with the woman
In the cake shop, I was only twelve and a half and
often she gave me a hug and an extra cocoa macron  
I had plans and knew who I was going to marry, alas
I should have kept the plans to myself and not told 
mother who in turn told my aunt and soon everyone 
knew my secret. 
Deadly shy and embarrassed so I never got back to 
the cake shop again but found one in the other part
of the town the girl there was equally sweet and
often gave a slice of  fresh bread with goat cheese.
Food and love often go together...and why not both
are vital parts of life? I don’t eat much food anymore.  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

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Composed upon Hyde Park

Ah, let come this stiffling breeze now to ye all!
Such sweet sap envelops my every pore,
Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall?
For I fear the amber of daylight no more.

Dormant they recline on fields of white cotton,
while Hermes pulls his cart from the House of York,
and though worries of the day are forgotten,
they tackle me with ever increasing torque.

Dear Lord! The sun, as the Gods, knows no mercy,
it strikes common men on green parks all the same,
the same as the priests from Westminster Abbey,
wildly wields and waves it's scorching blade of Flames.

Ah, let come a fresh breeze to the grass of Hyde,
and may it blow through the city, far and wide.

Copyright © Tadej Blazic | Year Posted 2014

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The Scent of Water

The Scent of Water

When eternally living waters move in your veins
gone are life's many scars and very ugly stains
Air suddenly gifts joys and great happiness anew
blessings descend so quickly down upon you

Cool dawns eagerly await your early morning rise
time sends purpose , greater life that truly flies
Soul begins to sing out gayly both day and night
thirst quenched your mind and body takes flight 

Gone are the dull miseries that kept you bored
as was gifted the "scent of water" from our Lord
Giving, sharing becomes exciting new way of life
exiting are the many little pains and daily strife

Eternal water quenches any and every desperate thirst
so drink up, drink to remove in your life the very worst.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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a reflective moment

A Reflective Moment 
Now in my late seventies I have left behind me
any vestige of religious feelings, on the contrary
I think religion is bad for humanity.
Death is therefore not an enemy but an end of 
conscious life. Then the process of degrading begins
and last till we are earth and the dust that settles
on books that never got read because the TV was
a bigger draw ones taste is decaying.

My lack of beliefs has freed me to sleep and not
worry whether I wake up or not I snooze like a baby 
which has stopped crying and should the morning 
arrive – I hope it will- and a new day begins, for
when you die the world dies too.  


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

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Here I sit at the table of our Lord
  with emblems to the elect grafted in;
my old faith in God and mercy restored
  by the love in He who died without sin!
I, sojourner, in the walk to the truth
  reborn by the waters of baptism -
to beseech, if not by Your own reproof,
  to rise again like Your son has risen.
Behold, all you saints in Christ wholly blessed,
  all who tarry in this tabernacle;
waiting the return in belief confessed
  for He that no grave could hold nor shackle.
The Word made flesh who in last dying breath
had lots cast and died a criminal's death.

                 October 2010

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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moonlight romance

Moonlight Romance 

It was in Peru
And the moon was full
Working long hours, I went early 
To bed and didn`t see the moon that often
I had gone ashore where I met Maria in a bar
We walked down to the beach 
Sat on an upturned rowing boat looking at Luna
Naturally, we made love on satin sand
Slept entwined 

She walked back to the bar I walked onboard
Happy and thinking how wonderful life was
Five days later I needed an injection of penicillin. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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let's open the doors of our minds
and usher the positive deeds
a wound also is a door
the divine light rushes from where

let's open the doors of our soul
to the salvation and reach the goal

doors represent the God Sun
windows are miniature stun

from where the light enters
o my heart now full of traitors

divine and natural mentor
awesomely many a creator

a closed door is a sure fireway
to professional suicide highway

Copyright © ghrushmaa kumar | Year Posted 2017

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I was walking in the forest but not feeling well
my stomach was extended hadn`t been able to evacuate
for days, when suddenly it was time.   
Sat under a tree it was painful yet successful, got up
turned around and there on the ground a perfectly formed baby
made entirely of a waste product like a bronze statue
of a new- born baby, and I had seen this being before, a grotto 
in Athens of baby Jesus in his crib, he had opened his eyes grinned 
like Satan and several nuns fainted

My baby suddenly opened its eyes too I fled, what else could I do.
take this piece of contamination and hug it to my chest?
But I had to go back only to see if I had been wrong the olives trees
were gone as had goats I called the land Israel, it has tall buildings
that ooze of hatred of those who know they are wrong.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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Standing There, All She Had Lost Long Before

Standing There, All She Had Lost Long Before

She cried, deep in grief, being so alone
Why had her family left her to die?
Now so very old and just skin and bone
In her heartache she pondered how and why.

Why did not summers of harvest gold stay?
When did winter's new snows become so bleak?
Each night, she in agony knelt to pray.
Lord help, for I am too old and weak.

Pleaded for answer came that fateful night
Angelic voices sang her to His realm.
Yes my child, now you may see sweetest light
Hold my hand, paradise may overwhelm!

Standing there, all she had lost long before.
Each person lighting path, heaven's front door.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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the hummock

The Hummock
There is a hill behind the houses rounded and soft
I call it a -mother hill- and it welcome you and softly
Murmur, how do you do and leave you alone to sit
On a boulder and think how incredible life is.
If you sit there too long enjoying your sentimentality 
It wakes you up the rock get cold and the northerly
Blow that has a fragrance of Siberia, reindeer and vodka 
So you walk about to keep warm and see wildflowers
Hiding behind stones, but pick them you cannot they
Are not yours will wizen in your hands and bring rain

Walk softly now the aroma of spring is in the grass.
Just behind the hill a hillock grey as October fall, but
Out of sight and no trees grow on it scrawny side it
The mother hill`s burden which it bears with fortitude       

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2017

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Last Voyage of Paul

    The Last Voyage of Paul
A sailing ship, just aimless on the sea
forewarned by Paul--to sail would be a crime,
but captain said "you're safe now you're with me"
and that the ship to Rome would be on time.

And so they set about to go the main,
not caring that the fast had well begun--
nor that no sailing man could see a gain,
for such a trip would fail--before it's done.

The captain caused the crew to set their plight
towards a Cyprus port--for needed rest,
when all at once the day turned into night--
and then the wind of God made life a test.

    The temptest blew for days--to Malta's shore
    and set the will of God--forevermore.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017

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I woke up it was morning and a year had gone 
My future was behind me I only had to live for the day
And not bother with philosophical questions but
Set the day free to wander, see where it will take me.
I hope it is not Madagascar this island of muddy shores
Steamy heat, odd animals with big empty eyes 	
A variety of snakes and dusty roads leading nowhere

This Island was once a part of a supercontinent but it
Moved out of time Madagascar is a reminder of not to
Worry about now whatever happens it will move out
The world is a stage where most of us a statists but has 
No say about the script; time takes care of that.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2017