Best Baptising Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 loud crimson 

cardinal...

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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.
Sweeping inward
monsoon black,
lightning
Flash!
crack!
Thunder,
splat! Heavy
drops, dance, dart,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Barefoot and barely awake,
I'm yawning in the shower.
Church bells score
the chilling of my skin – 
the grim gander of goosebumps
along porcelain arms.

House veins haemorrhage
baptising me...

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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...

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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...

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FLAME OF ASCENSION
 

No-one can escape Flame of Ascension 
           a glance, a glimmer, a...

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