Long Moffat Poems
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Its the last minute of the 11th hour
I have seen a demon wondering searching for a soul
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Convince people you have a speed dial to God's Kingdom
And they will take any theological theories given to them
They worship sophisticated stone deities.
Emmanuel TV, electromagnetic Gods in static images
Composers of the reverse version of the Holy grail
Cursing God, misquoting scriptures and reversing verses
Misleading women like Hershey's Kisses and forbidden pleasures
The fabric of our species is a loose canon
The revelations post-predicted by the real Mayans
The apocalypse.
Its the last minute of the 11th hour
This poem is not against the church
It speaks for Rhodes, Selassie and Robert Moffat
New disciples that walked the deserts of Africa
The founders and architects of God's synagogues
Scribers that wrote covenants in caves at Timbuktu
Puthadikobo, Livingstone, and Thabanchu
Monasteries with no Automated Teller Machices on their walls
This poem is not against Anglicans, Catholics or Apostles
Its an allegory against those that spit on the chapel alters
The bishops and priests with their filthy urethrae
Their genitalia submerged in the oral cavities of alter boys
Seeking head in return for blessings, deliverance and confessions
Fake Joshuas who plant placebo demons and exorcise them for fame
The same devils that preach at the podium of cathedral portals
Dangerous men, listened and worshiped by millions
I m not against the church.
I believe in Muhammad and Jesus all the same
And the sacred message they bring supreme
From Judah through Jordan and the rivers of Ethiopia
I stand firm against Lucifer's devices.
In the face of damnation an entire nation has succumbed
The devil puts in more work than Jehovah's witnesses
Such a beautiful genus undone at the seams by its own beliefs
Victims of natural selection and ever-upgrading IQs
Each generation figures they can be better than their creator
Separationists led by confused evangelists
I m not against the church. I m against religion
I have seen a demon at church searching for lost ones
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Its the last seconds of revelation's last moments.
Gang awa frae tha Glen
Tae a fearsome place;
Where tha darkened souls
Hae na gleemps o’grace.
Where tha work must fit
A new tongue and race.
Gang awa frae tha Glen for a wheel.
“Tis for certs He has ca’d
Ye, and ye must roon;
Tae a land o’ plagues
And o’ blastin’ sun,
Where tha rule o’ richt
Hae just sceerce begun.
Gang awa frae tha Glen, Robbie, chile.
There be muckle tae ken
O’ tha people’s need;
O’ tha crops that thrive,
O’ tha life they lead;
O’ tha daily thirst;
O’ their warfare, greed.
Gang awa frae tha Glen, and be wise.
Tho’ tha ship be worsted,
Tho’ tha trail be long,
Tho’ tha beasts be awful,
Ye’ll arrive anon;
And commence tae cant
Tha sweet Gospel song.
Gang awa frae tha Glen, in His love.
And ye’ll spot tha dee
When it starts tae click.
As they bring their young,
And they bring their sick;
For o’ Jesus’ kind
They ken nae sic lik..
Gang awa frae tha Glen, tae be used.
An’ it’s nae sa muckle
That their needs ye know,
Whuch’ll fan tha flame,
Cause your strenth tae grow;
But tha confeedence
“Tis your Laird says, “Go!”
Gang awa frae tha Glen, ‘til you’re gone.
(Robert Moffat, Pioneer Missionary to South-west Africa)
Note: The story is told of the early day in the mission of Moffat when his camp was confronted by a prominent chieftain. The man demanded to know the purpose of the missionary’s visit and the authority who sent him.
Through an interpreter, Moffat advised that he represented the greatest of all Chiefs and that he was bringing news and help for the best in life. The native said that he would kill Moffat and his chief. The territory was under his absolute control. He brandished a menacing spear. His retinue stood at the ready.
Calmly Moffat loosened the breast of his jacket. Striding to within inches of the man’s face, he pointed to his own heart and said, “My Chief lives here. If you intend murder, do it now, for I will not be held back from my purpose.”
The other’s jaw dropped. His spear hand faltered. His bluff had been called. The two would soon become fast friends.
Is Mc'quarie bank loosing the plot? as it dreams gray digits
And attempts in fact a blot.! To remove the lifelines of cheuqe and cash, that bedrock.' Australia this is like a sneak attack smash grab.?
From surfers to cockys, townspeople.. All walks' if you are
Honest you'll agree (cash talks) it talks to me of an impulse
Spend' a day on the beach..Would sure make amends! for
Drab old lockdowns as davos ordered..Give me an ice cream
Sundae or a real good steak and large chip order.! With a little cash stash
Maybe I'd buy a new ute.? Or a vintage monaro on the road
Would be beaut.! Remember Peter Brock and Alan Moffat? the
Speedway duels each try'n to grab it' like rockets! that Bathurst 5000
Had!
Duck hunting season, the outside fires and laughs with
Some reason.' Hard men at work.' Yet who'd clown and play
Many minds alike are my thoughts today.? Yet its still there
I reckon.?? (THAT AUSSIE SPIRIT.) women and men who have
No limit 'who'll sleep out under the southern cross, whose
Eyes are sharp whose hands will turn, the wheel of life
Till the axle burns.' Their forbears cut the ironbarks down, they split
Rocks! drove the roads ( they played their part ) in heat and cold! and many of
Whom though were of limited script..Yearned for better and
Provided it.' Their sweat built Monash.' They inspired so
Many.' Now rise bronzed nation and don't take any.' Any more
B S... I say search your thoughts.!! And sidline those who
Were cheaply bought! Remove the cowards; the double
Minded.' And show this world that Aussie itself, again is finding! Your
Fame is waiting to be reprized! take the initiative all stand strong!
Front and sides..' sing out to each other' work to help like Simmo did.' Yet here on your own land' protecting the women and kids!
Support the true medics like Brighthope and Hobart
Listen to John Staoleton his journalisam is also part.'
Call out the ones who did you wrong, its all on the line now.!
Don't let it go, for just; a sad old cracked song!
Spending a late autumn break
in the Scottish Borders countryside
though the climate then so cloudy
didn't deter as I got on my stride
Galashiels was our first base
staying at aq lovely accommodation
visited Sir Walter Scott's own home
stood in awe, such a poetic occasion
There was a wonderful tapestry
on display in Galashiels town
takes you through Scotland's history
such skill uplifts never to drown
We then moved on to Peebles Hydro
which eas a lovely hotel no doubt
with nice short walks way down
where River Tweed flows into town
The Scottish Borders are a treat
especially in autumn time of year
other highlights being Selkirk and Moffat
so many delights bring much cheer!
(Having spent a week in the Scottish Borders recently, just writing this piece about my experience of the highlights of this trip.)
A gardener you are, for we are the plants
With knowledge, you had watered us all
You helped us to grow, taught to withstand
Through your attention, you made us feel tall
Your job is now done, so sad, yet so true
So flourishing, we now understand
We wish to convey the message to you
That we are us, because of your hands
Thank you for all of the time that you shared
You treated and nurtured us, so very well
We’ll always remember the way that you cared
From teaching us math and then how to spell
Most of all, Mrs. Moffat, we’d like you to know
No other first graders can stand just as proud
For we had the best of the best and that’s so
And this we’ll all scream for as long as allowed
You’re the best first grade teacher anyone can know
May your life fill with happiness as each day’s winds blow
My old firm now seemed to have an African address,
I wondered how much of it was just a mess,
Green Lane had become No. 1 Moffat Ave., Kwazulu,
now I could hear the locals muttering:
'Oogu poogu poogu! ( you are a fool)
I had visions of an asegai shuddering into the door,
Rorke's Drift really happened in the time of the Boer;
I used to draw charts, we had an African employee,
I wondered why he couldn't do them instead of me.
Because he wasn't good enough, muggins was in line,
client's requirements - don't forget the rack for the wine;
the symbols on the columns said: 'You must enjoy -
whether you like it or not, please don't call me 'boy.'
They buried Winnie, ironic name as she was a loser,
after 'necklaces,' killing boys, we shouldn't excuse her.
Climb the terrain slowly, the nature's wonder is unfolding
Look afar, the Rocky Mountain peaks are beholding
Marvel the scenic wonder of rising bluish hues
Catch the rainbow hiding behind snow covered views.
Roam the glowing clouds with a dessert in the dining car
Glance at the meadows of fiery red near and afar
Cross through the Moffat Tunnel the Continental Divide
Pass the Canyons by the Colorado River on a noisy ride.
Wake up to the elevation of brilliant gold Aspen trees
Lift up, the Sierra Nevada glows in snow dusted peaks
Fly with the blue birds in the granite mountain breeze
Meander among the chorus of falling golden leaves.
August 12, 2017
Placed 2nd: Your choice (8) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 6th: Mountains--by Julie Rodeheaver