Baptising Poems - Poems about Baptising

...FLAME OF ASCENSION No-one can escape Flame of Ascension a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to genteel progress on a path It night......

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...I can't live in mystery I'm waiting with bated breath Where and when I'll stand or fall -- The hour of my death -- The facts of life are meaningless There is no moral code There may or may n......

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... "See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride" See The blood of man drips from his fingers note the true Son of Man No lou......

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...At First Dawn, The curtains part. The sun gently peaks over a distant horizon as its rays lightly stretch over the sky. What was once the darkest blue speckled with small jewels is now an abstrac......

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...Contracting iris, I split my eyes Pouring forth gold from a can opened sky Globular syrup thickens the glue Canopy black turns to canopy blue Erasing the stars and so tragically you Conducting......

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...As the living water Moves within streams falling down from the mountain source Baptising love in crystal light With burning flames inside the soul For keeps each word holds reverence to yo......

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...Begins with an appreciation of ledgers, Clear, true and definite in appearance, While a long journey through the never evers, Finding fallacy in every reverence. As much As I can I try to never......

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...Harare This is the City that never sleeps- Life in every lane stirs or creeps Full of laughter and hardly weeps. Roads are lined with trees in bloom that torch to flight all the gloom as......

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...The morning wakes the sound of birds The trees are flooded with delight The poet search his heart for words To bid farewell to sultry night The dew hangs fresh upon the grass Baptising my tired feve......

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... Gathering winds cumulate moisture seeds rolling athwart tempestuous seas, that float in gossamer clouds on cooling breeze, easing savage summer swelter parching stark expectant fields. Sweep......

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...Above lime trees, below the lemon sun The bees and birds bathe in the skies lagoon Of this fine hour I gaze what has begun To me to be the quiet birth of noon In symphony with natures harp and tu......

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...She goes out because She can't step inside a spaceship And go back in time She can't retrace her steps And figure out Where it all went wrong So instead... She dances And with her mind like a......

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...In the red dust bowl of a dry river bed an afterlife flowed to the distance ahead where the eyes cannot figure the view at the end or what lies in wait around the bend. Gnarled fisher of dreams i......

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