"mapp" poems
The Holy Bible, th'historie of man,
And God and man, and God as man on earth;
The true account of how the world began;
The treasure mapp that leades to love and mirth;
The looking glasse wherein is seene the faire
Image of God, and all mans ugly sinnes;
The written word of God for ev'ry heir
Of saving grace who runnes the race and winnes;
The booke of lyfe writ in my Saviours bloud,
Dictated by the Spirits whisper'd breath;
The foil for ev'ry curse; the cure for death;
The greatest booke about the greatest good;
The pasture for the sheepe; the sheepefold rod;
Manna from heav'n; the ladder up to God.
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 2:21 PM UTC
Finis's Words
By Daniel Mapp
My limbs loose their strength,
For I traveled upon the airs,
Since She bit that fruit,
Within that internally lush grove,
Spawning me into an existence,
Where I dart about ceaselessly
In a seasoned ebony cloak,
As I uplift paling youths,
From finding their sudden bane
By each others harsh designs,
In well established fare lands,
Without that fiend Chaos's presence.-
Like a inflamed gliding sun,
I now take passage over,
The heavily ruin occupied east,
Which Mars hovers over laughing,
Gripping an keen scarlet scepter,
While overseeing their hectic tussle;
Making me highly sorrowful,
For I have suddenly figured,
Hearing one's bitter cry below;
Their wants drive these wretches,
Even for white eyed Justice,
Yet vile whip haired Wickedness;
Into my cool pale palms!
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 4:36 PM UTC