Best Baptise Poems
Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden,
Where I will bury all your plights
Like a slough snake long forgotten.
There await me rosy welcome
From my carnation and dafodil,
The sweet aroma of my lavender;
I shall kiss the beautiful stair of petals
Build by my darling ginger and tulip.
The quietude of my garden:
Dousing rain after a scorching heat,
Shall redeem me from your torture,
The amusement from the squirrels
Shall restore smile onto my face;
Under the robust cherry tree
I shall journey to the mount of thought.
And when the heavenly beam decends
To honour our weekly appointment
Like sky I will spread out my picnic mat,
Delight it with Andrea, Nette, Donna’s poems;
I will turn left and right, allowing it
To caress the gradient of my hips.
When my guest turns westward
Then I will bless all my darlings;
I will baptise them with heavenly dew
Anoint their feet with brown-black powder
And cast out any demon perching on them.
Hoping you that wolf will roar? Egal !
I shall not think of your sausage,
Your meatpie will not come to mind;
Above my head are young breast apples,
Mangoes and banana are at alert
Ready to arrest any roaring wolf.
Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden.
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Where are those deep gentle brown eyes? Doe’s eyes!
Why you, so small, so innocent. Why did you have to go away?
Where do I find an answer? Why were you the one to pay?
I must know! Wrath consumes my heart! No goodbyes!
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
You said I love you daddy, on that bright morning in May,
You kissed my cheek. Never more! Where was God my heart decries?
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?
Oh my god I rage! Have you abandoned the people of today?
Is it by the sacrifice of innocent children that you now baptise?
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Does pain ever find solace? When shall we rise above our naivety?
Dreams ended! Futures stolen! Their honeyed words I despise!
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?
These hollow people have my undying ire! A gun is made to slay!
They talk of rights, but in the cold earth my daughter now lies!
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?
written 03/03/2015
Come to me..
And I will quench.
Umbrella free..
And I will drench.
Fill your rivers..
Every one.
Morning grass..
I rest upon.
Cut the rock
In Canyon Grand.
Cool you as
Your skin is fanned..
Descend to earth
As sad clouds cry,
Restore the arid
Desert, dry.
I feed each seedling
Help them grow..
Science spells me
Two H, one O
I shift with ease
From glass, to sky
Can drip or run
No captive, I
I fill you up
In dust you'll rest.
It's life I bring
I am the best..
A timeless presence;
A pool, so balmy..
Respect me though.
I am tsunami
From dinosaur
To new born babe,
I never leave..
Despite the grave.
On Earth I'm gold.
A gift, you see..
My value is
Polutant-free
The greatest solvent
Of them all..
Mix mortar for
The strongest wall..
I lubricate
The thirsty tongue,
I wet the whistler's
Tuneful song
Creator's brush
On canvas white.
A thousand words
With ink I write..
So treat me well
And you will find
To planet home
I will be kind..
Reflect and twinkle
In your eyes.
Rescuing souls
As I baptise..
A miracle of nature
Me.
Reminding of
The Trinity.
Jinjagoliath
15th October 2022
This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater
and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns,
in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns
denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices,
we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices
feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay
building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay,
she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses
the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes,
civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms
there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms,
in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil
baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil,
her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears,
in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears,
this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried,
Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried -
J.A.B.
A meandering brook winds past
Branches sway in a gentle breeze
Praising the lord God unsurpassed
Like a supplicant on their knees
In homage to azure skies
Heavenward the sapling reaches
Awaiting its God to baptise
While the black Cockatoo preaches
TILL WE MEET AGAIN
Have you seen the sun smile recently?
I have seen him smiled in the season of my
Song in the year of the great harvest of yams.
Everyday is a gift, every moment is a blessing,
Every life holds a beauty of its own, but the
Day of our calling we cannot escape it for
Life and death has a common boundary to humans.
Tell every one that I love them very dearly,
To ijeoma; tell her that I won't forget those
Days when we danced naked under the rain.
The rain kissed her smiles with a holy kiss
Which beamed with a mountainous dreams of love.
Tell Ugonna of my pains, suffer not the enemy to live
Bring back the abducted girls from the forest
Keep singing those songs to mother for peace.
Forsake not the shrine of our forefathers,
There our lives began after the harmatten
Live every stone untouched and every woman in
The family compound should not become widow for long.
I am going not in joy but in tears since I can not
Reject the call of the ancestors.
Lower the hurricane lamp in the village square
And make peace with the gods for I must
Journey down beyond to tell our forebears the harm
They have done to us.
They abandoned and sold us to the enemy
I will tell them of the falling fence in the compound,
I will tell them the oil that have dried in the mouth of the gods.
No one is able to baptise their mouths with oil
Because we have none to give.
Take care of the mourning sheep in the compound
Treat the children well and give my sister the right
Man forget not the tradition of our people,
I will keep watch from beyond till we meet again.
The Jordan River in Israel is remembered;
As the river where miracles occurred.
Joshua lead by God almighty was instructed;
To put the ark of the covenant in the Jordan
River, where an awesome miracle happened.
Later, John the Baptist was instructed by the lord,
To baptise Jesus Christ with water from the Jordan.
The spirit of God came upon Jesus Christ;
Revealing the greatest sign from heaven
as a holy dove while in the Jordan.
Lord to-day we come to you with joy in our hearts
As Evie’s journey of faith through life with God starts
Fill her with your faith, joy, peace and love
Please always watch over her from heaven above.
As members of Christ’s family we come to you in prayer
To take Evie into your world of love and care
As she takes her first steps on the road of faith
Please always bless her and keep her safe.
Evie is blessed with a sign of the cross you bore
Welcoming her to the family of Christ through the open door.
Bless her and her family, be with them always
To help her grow up as a child of God all of her days.
Bless her in her formative and teenage years
That she will grow in your love, free from strife and fears.
As she goes forward into her adult life
Guard and bless her through life’s toils and strife.
Help her to grow in your faith and love
Knowing you are always there looking down on her from above.
May she go through life as an instrument of your peace
May her love, joy and trust in you never cease
We now Baptise Evie with water from the eternal spring
As our gifts of love, hope, peace and welcome we bring
Let her be a beacon of your word, grace, truth and love
And light her way through life from heaven above.
Amen
Barbara Brewin 21st June 2009 All rights reserved.
I want to go to school
Where papers draw lines on the sky;
Where we see our future backoning at us.
I want to learn how to steal with the biro
I want to reveil the hidden lines on the sky;
To reveal the sky' dirtiness to the world.
I want to go to school without a book,
I want to join those barking farmers;
Those farmers without holes and knives yet; they go to farm.
I want to sit among those seated with the moon;
Watch those that fly in the sky without wings,
I want to go and learn how to wet graves with tears.
I want to steal and speak corruption,
Hold Bible on my left hand and, gun
On my right with ease and confidence.
I want learn to write lines that break ribs,
To baptise many with words that change;
I want to go to school to learn change.
I want to learn how to cry under the water,
Learn if fishes ever get thirsty of water;
I want to know why birds don't fall off trees when they sleep.
I want to go to school and learn why building is called building when it is already built;
Why they say dogs food is new and improved,
when no one tastes it.
I want to know why and why and
Why pizza is round and comes in a square box;
Why doesn't glue stick to its bottle,
And why money does not grow on a tree but banks have branches.
I want to go to school and learn why I'm me,
And me and I never agree together when in trouble;
I want to learn why lizard has no hair and why
The sky is white without lines drawn on it.
"Forty acres and a mule"
Was a promise, not a rule
Government lies
So you baptise
Just like any other fool
"Gratitude is the memory of the heart."
-- Jean Baptise Massieu
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Here we pause
Look back before;
Appreciate change
~~~~~~~~~
Poignant times
Sacrifices made;
Journey outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
From mudflats
Modern metropolis;
City of hope
~~~~~~~~~
Urgency wrought
Hand-fashioned sculptures;
Dream come true
~~~~~~~~~
First bold vision
Sheer hard grit;
Emergent outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a dream
Walked a band of brothers;
To cast this lot
~~~~~~~~~
Here we are now
Little red-dot island;
Sea of pragmatic faces
~~~~~~~~~
On this day pause,
Remembering you;
"Happy birthday"
~~~~~~~~~
September 16th:
On your 92nd year;
We miss your gaze
~~~~~~~~~
On 9/11
Cast our votes;
Stamped our choice
~~~~~~~~~
We have a new deal
A resounding Yes;
A fresh mandate voiced
~~~~~~~~~
Rest in Peace now
We chose the best;
Just like you asked
~~~~~~~~~
Here's to you
Son of Singapore;
Memory says: "Thank You"
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2015
Singapore
IF TOMORROW COMES
A dialogue of the drum sounding in distance
Have crowded my emotions and feelings
Not in my season of song shall there be a
Beautiful virgin without a real man.
Eating tomorrow's yam today in a hurry
Might be too dangerous if tomorrow comes
It might seems like killing without a sword
If tomorrow comes, my honey song,
I shall marry you as my wife in brightness
Never will I sing the prisoner's song but
I will make the vegetable of my heart grow tall
We will have a baby girl name "Ugochinyere"
Whose eyes will be just like yours
I will take you to paris where Da Vinci lays
But not in the month of the falling leaves nor
In the year when our tears shall be hidden in shame
I have long to sing from the song in my throat to
Baptise your soul if tomorrow come in his holiness
Tomorrowholds my love like a child holds his mother's breast.
Tomorrow holds our love and children, boy and girl
Tomorrow holds my affection when the stars sobs
In the new birth, I will let you sing the brider's song
Dare to make me happy for the water of humbleness
That flows in my heart is just for you alone
Lady, your face is the beam of smiles in my soul
I long to take you to the altar of love if tomorrow comes.
Go on
tell them
tell them how
your democratic masturbation
searching for solutions
has failed in calculation again
now people with eyes made of glass
are bringing war to us
war has no heroes, only victims
and people who forgot they are
formula is clear
we invaded their way of life
now they are attacking ours
an eye for an eye
until we all became blind
lightless
go on
run
shout your lungs out
when you use weapons
to maintain peace
bloodbath is inevitable
or this is what your real intent was,
is
to baptise us anew
launder in our own blood
on which book
are you evaluating valuable ones now
while you're designing
a brand new world
holding blameless victims
as hostages of your fundament
none soil
in blood built
remain peaceful sleep
are you sleeping well
knowing you set
Abraham's children confrontation
as two David's fight
while Goliath is watching from the audience
are you sleeping well being aware
you left no one
to keep that thumb up
when we all appear
lightless
Celestial weeping - angel tears,
pouring from Arcadian spheres,
liquid sunshine from Gods own eye,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.
Rich pearly drops - heavenly bliss,
quench the fire of my souls abyss,
crystalline rills that gush from high,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.
Gentle runnels - watery grace,
baptise my body and my face,
raising my head up to the sky,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.
I close my eyes
to the sweet serenity of rain's passage;
bare my face to the heavens
as the wispy travelers of the sky
unleash their torrents upon me.
The wind the storm brings with it,
tailored to sweep me away;
to bless me with those
drops of water sent to earth –
baptise me in the nectar of the firmament.
No finer dream could I ask for,
than one as ephemeral and as majestic
as the reality of laughing in the rain –
no truer testament to my soul
might I ever find.
I search, evermore, for the pairing;
for that one who will stride with me
through sheets of driving rain,
and want simply to dance –
for whoever she may be, she embodies heaven.
But even should I never find her,
may I also never despair –
for I have already met my maiden fair.
She draws breath from the clouds
and greets me with a smile on my face.