Best Baptism By Fire Poems
He squealed,
Like a pig in heat
Praising God for he believed
He sat, 2 years old
And he looked at the lord
Drew an angels breath
Swatted a toy
A bird that could not fly
Meant for another mans eye
Gramp's died
took a colorado bound plane
in the seat pocket in front
was a small toy ostrich
I shoved it deep into my pocket
I could not say why
When I got home
a sickness ensued
with pink cottage cheese chunks
Filled up the sink
and i withered in pain
He died
It came
on the window pane
it was white like a ghost
did not appear on french toast
it was like a laser etching
awoke to the bird symbol awakening
and i had that toy
same exact size
and this symbol on the window
with every feather perfectly detailed
could be traced from the toy to the window
difference was that the tail was composed many fine, white, smooth flowing, intermingling lines
translucent, and seen best by brightest daylight
I thought it was condensation
that it would fade away
but it remained
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Ashless shall thee
For a moment
Or forever be
Fair Lady, forsake what has passed
Partake of purification
Walk with me upon love's life path
Into baptism by fire
Manifestation in its touch
Beyond these tabernacles
Desire or lust
To the heart of spirits conversing
Where no spoken word is needing
But yet if
It shall be a gift floating
Like breaths of the songbird singing
Or swallowed butterflies wild
And trails dancing
Lit by starlight smiles
And Spring will nevermore
Be, just one day
Or a mere season
But in sense
Shall be all in one feeling
To bring the bells
The bells of wedding
When wills are aligned
It is time
For exhales to be echoed from the dark
we cannot pinpoint the day nor time when God created all that we see
but we know when fire was introduced as a part of mankind's destiny
fire gave birth to many things it's a blessing and a burden as well
it has many good properties but it also burns in hell
that which has the most potential for good has the most potential for evil too
but as long as we don't abuse fire it's Godly purpose will stay true
now Pentacost was the day when all men were on one accord
a Feast of the Harvest to celebrate the goodness of the Lord
on that day a mighty wind rushed over everyone
and all were set on fire by the Holy Spirit of the Heavenly Son
the Holy Spirit is the comforter and the essence of God's kind
the Holy Spirit is the presence of God that soothes our troubled minds
set on fire a burning bush was what Moses did see
in the presence of God awaiting direction for Israels' destiny
set on fire those three young Jewish men when into an inferno they were thrown
for refusing to bow down to any other only to the God that they had known
set on fire to remove the dross and impurities in life
set on fire by the Holy Spirit of Our Lord Jesus the Christ
baptism by fire to be purified by the spirit of the Lord
like on the day of Pentacost when all were on one accord
to be cleansed of all anger, all hurt, all bitterness and all of the pain
now filled with the Holy Spirit energized and enlightened in Jesus' name
an internal combustion has occured for from within you've been set on fire
a new passion has erupted for by the Spirit you've been inspired
now powered by the Holy Spirit infused with the octane that is Jesus Christ
set on fire with the need to live a more Godly life
Pentacost the day when all felt the presence of the Holy Lord
set on fire speaking in tongue yet all were on one accord
beat, bellow and decay,
is there nothing more,
cold liquid crimson,
colorful tainting,
fallen from within,
down dark corduroy,
to the bridge's end,
descending stairway,
plunge into the abyss,
baptism by fire,
cauterized spirit,
fresh wounds pass away,
clear the dross,
to set the stage,
away with held breathe,
how it kills us,
to learn, to listen,
freedom within dependence,
the scent of melon,
the night fragrant,
senses awakened,
memories lead on,
through velvet poetry,
softly sleep soothes,
lines drawn with the shades,
where sand buries lies,
these translucent chameleons,
change like water,
the cages weaken,
relinquish their quarry
From the night I was born on a still midnight hour
I had to face many a trial
to cope with life's challenges.
Some called it baptism by fire,
others said it was only natural to keep a tough exterior.
So I learned,
I learned how to be patient,
endure the hard times
address my anger, fight my hatred,
to shed silent tears of virtue.
I learned about laughter,
of its healing power, soothing to the soul.
I learned to be silly,
to laugh at my troubles.
Knowing eventually, they always meet their expiration date.
I learned troubles give depth to life.
Time converts them from tragedy to comedy.
I learned life is tough, leaves your broken
heavy on the shoulders, leaves you drowning.
But, I've learned that as the water get deep, life throws you a line
Those silent tears form crystals from your eyes.
It makes you powerful.
All this I learned a long time ago.
To treasure the time,
until that cold bitter truth comes upon.
Poor mortal! Never knowing the day or hour
the shadow of death comes with his cold disposition.
So I've learned to embrace death.
I've learned to smile the biggest smiles.
I've learned to shed to most honest tears.
I learned how to do this,
all of it.
I learned it all,
a long time ago.
My neighbour was out on her porch
Reciting the Bible by torch
When up flew a moth
As big as a Goth
Baptism by fire is just, "scorch" . . . .
Creative Writing was my love,
a passion I thought highly of.
A freshman, I felt I could shove
one course in my school year.
Assignment 1 - simple indeed:
"Who broke your heart and made it bleed?"
I felt I nailed it; Prof agreed
(or so it would appear)...
I think I wrote convincingly -
"Winter is not my cup of tea,
it casts its bread upon the sea,
my saddest time of year.
I call a halt, enough's enough!
I clench my fist and call her bluff,
and frankly, speaking off the cuff
I wished summer were here.
"Dog days of summer make me smile
when, grinning like a crocodile,
my smiles are wider than the Nile -
Elysian Days with you.
With bated breath, I'd greet the moon
and croon you some soft summer tune
until that wretched day in June
when you dealt me a blow.
"My love, you had me on cloud nine,
now casting pearls before the swine,
you ran into his arms, not mine;
my baptism by fire.
You left me there sadder than sad;
there may be balm in Gilead,
but you left me stark, raving mad,
about to go haywire.
"To add insult to injury
you said I barked up the wrong tree
and so I sailed on glassy sea
I hope I'm not too vague,
or should I spell it out for you?
In light of your foul witch's brew
I should do as the Romans do:
avoid you like the plague!"
Thus it went on, emotions raw.
I hoped my prof would be in awe -
My last line was the coup de grace:
I know this, too, shall pass.
My gentle prof, he had his ways
of pointing out my bland clichés:
"You do enjoy a well-worn phrase!"
I learned a lot that class.
// Reminiscing on my patient Creative Writing professor indicating my over-reliance on tired phrases //
written 16 Aug 2020
He said "Give me one last kiss. A way to say goodbye. I know you want to."
But I am no one's last supper. I will not serve the last feast to the one who crucified me.
God didn't create me to suffer for your sins or lay waiting to be betrayed before your 'cock' crowed three times. Recreating the resurrection of Lazarus inside my cave with his false idol.
And on the third thrust it rose again in fulfillment of his scripture.
Bathing in blood so that he was passed over to claim the first vacancy in my womb.
But what I bore, was a serpent's child; devoid of innocence and holding my tainted apple.
After this mockery of Moses partnered seas to drown his Pharoah's staff in me. I was thought a Magdalene, when asking for the hand of God to absolve me of his sins.
Because that is what I represent now, HIS CARNAL SIN.
New and unexpected like that of our Lord's finest garden.
Fatal to the life I knew before. Like Eve I am blamed in this happening because no one acknowledges the snake he Carrie's between his legs.
"Give me one last kiss," this Judas said to me before sunrise. Moving closer to my face and I turn the other cheek to avoid this Baptism by fire. I scramble through his grasp for "Away to say goodbye."
But nailing me to the bed he left holes in my courage and drove past my strength with his spear helping all of the tears I claim to escape.
I wonder what Peter would say at the gates when he arrives. Page 3,211,989 verse 1:12:20
"What have you to say of this? The 5 black prints on her left arm. The purple adornments you branded her legs with."
My photo painted in the book of the dead, as evidence of his doings, was illustrated there on our bed. Legs...no pages spread open by him.
As his smirk rose with his member, his soul sunk with my grace.
I lay on our bed crucified, thinking of the child in the next room and restore myself. Forgive he who trespassed against me so when we take our steps outside I can deliver her from this evil.
Follow me down this path & observe my words
along the way
They're breadcrumbs leading the way connecting
dots like neural pathways
I seen the light & it was good until the darkness
had come around
The sun raised me up in all its ways so the dark
sought to bring me down
My thoughts were that of a crystal ball until clouds
formed in stormy pose
It started to rain but this cleansed my soul as angels
flocked in hidden droves
You see, eventually the roles will switch as pressure
builds for the oppressed
It's said the pressure will burst the pipe but diamonds
form under natures stress
The test is that of faith as to see if you're committed
to the guiding light
I had to embrace the darkness to know that I was
blind & it was this that gave me sight
It was a fight that I thought a game until I seen it
wouldn't end
This made me stronger than ever before & forged a
will that's built to win
Baptism by fire will mold your sins into the tools
you'll need to use
Harden your mind but keep it as water to help escape
this liquid cube
You'll run circles around this box when you master
dimensions designed to enclose
Master your mind & study its angles for it's the obtuse
that we oppose
These profuse lines may be profane to some that are
lacking the inner gnosis
Know that it's only mind that stands in your way &
all that it opposes
My eyes though open, stay closed to limiting
views
while I'm being moved by the unseen to any
level I choose
Knowing this life in which we live is one hell
of a muse,
I've master the art of evolution staying blind to
convolutions of truth
I'm not concerned by the ruse, for this is how
I have learned,
that baptism by fire is a blessing, producing
the coolest of burns
Being scorned is a hot gift if viewed with eyes
from the shade,
for from this perspective, you're able to see
all mistakes that were made
The jaded will hurl their stones with hopes
it's your will that will break, but
all that's needed is a sidestep with a glance
to let them skip on a lake
We were born destined to awaken, but pay attention
to spinning of plates,
as they're being spun for your demise disregarding
your taste
We transcend with our faith, overcoming what was
meant for a fall,
while they watch us elevate to the top doing
opposite of leaves in the fall
Winter is coming so grab your coats & hats
along with your boots,
because the inevitable storm that's coming will be
uncovering truth
The world is being led to a chute that's colored
greener than pastures,
with more lies than leaves in a forest in order
to slaughter it faster
In deep despair, where dreams are nightmares,
I found myself, broken in spirit beyond repair.
By grace, from the wreckage, I surfaced anew,
In the heart of darkness, I received my rescue.
I’ve been salvaged from the shadows so deep,
Like a phoenix rising through a flaming heap.
The trials and tribulations, they lit up my way,
Through the tempest’s fury, as I bowed to pray.
With each affliction, or scar, a lesson learned,
In a baptism by fire, my fledgling faith burned.
I’ve been salvaged, a survivor, strong and free,
For in the shadow of death, I was shown a key.
Now I soar on eagles wings, of love and grace,
With a heart redeemed by His soothing embrace.
I’ve been salvaged, and I will never be the same,
Through the storms of life, His praise proclaim.