Long Clergyman Poems

{Poet’s Note : I wrote this poem for the passing of my very dear friend & comrade, Cecyl Esau, Umkhonto we Sizwe Commander in 2021, as a contribution to his memorial service. Cecyl was given...

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I think I recall
way back in balmier lemon-delivery days,
which already feel Golden Ruled
and Ratioed
and Elixired
by comparison,
when the Affordable Care Act
was referred to as the Democrat Agenda
for universal health care,
and Paris signatures
were discussed,
even polemically,
as the Democratic...

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“Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men” 
(Peter Murphy)
 





"On the Cindered Shoulders of Confused Men"



Close your eyes it was all just a bad...

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Everybody's ready to ride the wave but he never really ready to ride his fade they said enough to thinking everything is good copesthetic but then you realize most of your life be hectic and...

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for no fault of mine, congenital blindness has been my lot
i never fail to wonder how i look
mum said i'm blond and beautiful
till date what blonde means still beats me
i can only imagine the meaning...

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whether you like it or not, your priest, your pastor, your minister,
your clergyman 
of whom you hold the utmost regard,
whose very advice
you secretly tell yourself has been inspired by
the lord your god &
maybe even “jesus”...

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Away...

Spot her  from far.
Have a tingle mingle all over your skin.
Award your forehead a scratch
As you do the arduous estimations
Of the remaining catwalk steps
Before her beauty kisses your eyes.
Let sanity flee from your mind.
(That's...

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The mountains engulf and embrace me, 
Like the sun shining through a window, 
Pulverising the darkness and gloom, 
With hopefulness and truth, 
Making me aware of my possibilities, 
Not numerous but few -
Allowing me to...

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Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they...

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Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts 
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts 
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes...

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THE CLERGYMAN, CAMERAMAN & CONGREGATION
 
With booming praise and heavenly devotion,
There stood a powerful pastor, full of divine emotion.
In a realm of faith, where spirits thrive,
The pastor strive to keep bodies & souls alive.4

His words...

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I don't know about Archbishop Justin Timberlake, 
He’s jazzing up the church, 
Making Jesus controversial, 
Leaving life in the lurch. 

It’s fine to have excitement, 
About any religious thing or assumption, 
But when you poke...

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She was just a girl yet hurting so;
In a school where he worked;
She was full of fear and doubt;
So scared to try to figure it out;
~
She was just a young girl;
Fragile and frail just 12...

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A cold, dead sun hangs in an unearthly black sky,
Casting putrid light onto barren monotone,
He finds himself afloat as frozen minutes pass by, 
No, not floating. Standing, in an of existence of his own,
Observing an...

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(A village in the Khasi hills)

Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred up from a ravaged road
That winds up to the village...

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WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going? You ask the politician.
The politician answers:
-To cheat and steal.
-Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest.
The priest answers:
-You haven't given me the meat yet
And you already...

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Lo and behold!
The clergyman knocked
At the door of the ship
To explain to the captain
The hazard of having
A broken engine

The ship was elegant outside
But most people say (people who know this ship)
What's within - a jungle
Snakes,...

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In the hills of seven huts,
Where war is either a place or surname,
And dreams are translated into numbers,
And a number became a gambler's sad song,
I found God breathing through the pine trees.

Orchards in the hills...

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Gone almost half a millennium ago,
Here comes one of your kind;
A mind ever ridden by the chariots of Muse
And who rest never can find
Until he ceases to refuse
And empties the weight of pen.

Your great grandchildren...

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Labyrinthia  P. Babineaux  ……………  The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward

Papa  Babineaux  …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary

Algebra Babineaux  ………………………  The even-tempered Mother

Bumblebee  Babineaux  …………………...

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THE KING OF THE HOUSE
In Vallelado, Segovia, to  a woman from quarter
God gaves his grace: she just  had seven daughters
And she was about to give birth
Without knowing if it would be son or...

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WE WERE THE FOOLS
Harvard, named after a minister
	Yale, started by a clergyman
	great foundations soon destroyed
	by evolutionists they employed
Our institutions had right intentions
	soon all of the signs
	pointed in the wrong directions 
A godless-radical fought a God...

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I am sitting over the mount’s top
On the highest rock
Watching the city’s scene;
As the bucks in countries
In summers do,
Rise to the highest point and stare down the dale,
Seeing in the side
Their beloveds live.
Oh come on!...

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When I Didn't Know Pirs Don't Marry Others

O love! How was it before! 
When we were free…
 That Nature's our yard; 
And played whole days, the amusing love-games. 
When something like ‘society’ we didn’t know;...

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March like a southern university battle of the bands bayou classic styling drum-
mAjor for peace - bending over backwards on freedoms field of racial equality.
a dReamer is sleeping - but we as a people have...

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