Best Esther Poems
A woman of great beauty Esther was,
chosen queen of a Persian king! Unknown
was Esther’s heritage she hid because
it was not safe to claim she was a Jew.
a plot to kill her people she was shown
by Mordecai, who was her cousin too.
An evil minister named Haman called
for genocide of Jews; the king agreed,
but Esther changed things, for the king, enthralled
by his dear wife, to Esther’s words paid heed.
She told the king her truth and risked her life.
Her people lived, and Esther stayed his wife.
(when Esther went to ask the King without him inviting her) – Esther 5:2 And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his sight: and the king held out to Esther the golden sceptre that was in his hand. So Esther drew near, and touched the top of the sceptre.
Her heart thumped, thundering inside
While she tried to snub her fear – would it ever subside?
Her fears were like liquid fire, stirring dread
It could be mere moments before she’d be dead
She picked up her thoughts and whispered a prayer
Releasing her anxiety to God who wouldn’t let her despair
Her life hung in the balance as she walked into the room
Where her husband could easily tell her she shouldn’t presume
Her life was merely a vapor and it might be snuffed out
Because she’d taken the chance, proving she was devout
Her king sat on his throne, but would he offer his favor?
Only the Lord knew, but for Esther it could be a life saver
Oh, amazingly, God was with her and the king lifted his sceptre
Showing her that he surely loved her and he’d kindly accept her
Time was on her side and her courage would save this race
The children of Isreal, God’s people, thanks to heaven’s grace
Esther showed us that, sometimes, bravery is in God’s plan
She gave no thought to her own life, and that’s where hope began
Because she was a great warrior who lived her life for the Lord
There is no doubt that, through her, He was praised and adored
Never forget to listen to the still, small voice in your soul
The One who loves to tell you just how you can be made whole
Listen with a heart that is believing and willing to change
With the faith that can move mountains, His counsel isn’t that strange
Her heart thumped, thundering inside
While she tried to snub her fear – would it ever subside?
Her fears were like liquid fire, stirring dread
It could be mere moments before she’d be dead
(Esther 5: 2)
The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand
She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands
But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!
Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned
Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman
To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began
... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand
But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene
She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen
I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor
But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored
And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man
When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Part 2)
Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan
( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/15/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee
Bernard is writing Esther: "I have a family, a nice shed,
I always take the lead and have never in life been lead.
In the mornings I walk Jess, at night I drink rum, eat bread
But when I see you - can hardly breathe as if I'm already dead."
Bernard is writing Esther: “I have a pond nearby,
Children run there to swim, but often lie
That to swim. I’ve seen it all – Singapore from bird’s eye
From Iceland fjords to Somaly ore plies
But if you are taken away from me – I would die.”
Bernard is writing: "Income, finances, audit,
Jeep with a driver, stereo sound with voice of Edith,
And a thirty percent discount at favorite bar -
I can drink with no cards or cash or credit.
If you look me in the eye - God's staring from afar."
Bernard is writing Esther: "I'm forty eight like others of beau monde who are bald,
I recall who I am with help of visas, passport and driver's license - I'm old.
Flooded trench pit, nuclear grave digger scolds,
Subordinates like ninepins - I count their heads
But if words were also a currency,
Then you're out of my word league, flag of red."
“My little girl, you are just as beautiful as Banshee,
You’ve come to tell me I’ll die but not yet and not she.
Don’t write me, Esther, please don’t write. You’ll see
It's that I would not possess enough soul,
My old tired soul has been savaged by me.”
(Esther 5: 2)
(Chorus: Part 1)
Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...
Embraced
Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...
Embraced
(Chorus: Part 2)
Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful
and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way
... Walk Like Queen Esther ...
Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...
and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always
and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther
(Main Song)
The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand
She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands
There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene
She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen
But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man
When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand
* * * * * * * * * * * *
so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther
( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/17/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Started writing: 1996
Finished writing: March 2012
Note: Inspired by my friend Mike
There once was a woman named Esther
Whose feelings were known to quite fester
Unless her lawn-mowing guy
Cut her lawn down to size
So her lawn and spirit were not mess-ters.
As long as Mike was her lawn-mowing man,
Sweet Esther was his biggest fan.
But once Mike could not mow
Her lawn and dismay did grow
Cutting down her lawn-mowing plan.
Some say that her lawn grew so high
That her lawn grew right over the sky.
Grew over airplanes that zoomed,
Birds, and hot air balloons,
'Til the man in the moon was green-eyed!
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
ESTHER LOUISE ARBUTHNOT'S PHOTOGRAPH - Taken about 1876 or so
Great great great (?) Grandmother
(My own mother was named after her)
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound
of a time that's long forgotten though it seems to hang around
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Celtic dream I've known
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone
and I can feel you when you cry.
So far from home, you wonder why,
and it makes me want to die.
All the way from County Down there was a dream you had to find
you were long ago and far away, but always on my mind,
in your photograph your eyes are reaching out perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you but I never really see,
what makes you think you have to cry?
You must have known I'd wonder why,
Yet it makes me want to die.
Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Celtic day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone before you know it, and it's then I realize,
it's made you think you have to cry.
And through it all, not wonder why,
I will never let you die.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Basically the events of the poem are history, although
Esther Louise Arbuthnot was not actually born in
Scotland. I just took a little poet's privilege and the poem
in its entirity came from observing the beauty of her
photograph.
Esther Shugg
1833 – 1908
A woman’s heart forever resides
In the glowing hearth of her humble home.
Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors.
I invite you to my warm and cozy house.
There, on the southwest corner
Of Mar Vista and Pickering Streets.
Venture, if you will, to the little white house
With the lace curtains in the front dormer windows.
Peer, if you will, through those simple curtains
And you will find happiness and priceless joy
Embedded on the paneled papered walls there.
Peek, if you will, through those transparent glass windows
And you will find sadness and hopeless despair
Enmeshed on the slatted wooden floors there.
I married James Shugg in 1855, and
Found rapture on my third finger.
I lost James Shugg in 1882, and
Found heartbreak in his bloodied handkerchief.
Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors.
Come to my little cottage on Pickering Street.
Look to the old open window there, and
You will see James and me, mere ghosts now,
Waving from within,
Waving with friendly testimony,
To a life of steadfast love
And melancholy loss.
TEARS OF AN IRISH GIRL
( Impression From Grandmother 3x Esther Louise Arbuthnot's Photograph 1876)
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound
of a time that's long forgotten though it seems to hang around
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone
and I can feel you when you cry.
So far from home, you wonder why,
and it makes me want to die.
All the way from County Down there was a dream you had to find
you were long ago and far away, but always on my mind,
in your photograph your eyes are reaching out perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you but I never really see,
what makes you think you have to cry?
You must have known I'd wonder why,
it still makes me want to die.
Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, and I see it in your eyes
love is gone before you know it, and it's then I realize,
it's made you think you have to cry.
And through it all, not wonder why,
it still makes me want to die.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1875 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.
All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.
It's made me wonder if your dream
had ever made your heart to scream?
In your Book of Shadows, reading is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.
It's made your photograph sureal
in warming only I can feel.
Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,
you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sadness you've been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up my head.
It's made me think I need your tears
that have to flow for years and years.
© ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
There she stood
Legs akimbo
The sun setting
behind her
The maize crop
in green bloom
pitch darkness
besides her
The gateman's bench
Empty yet
The sentry door
Open still
Esther at the gate
her dark shadow
the grey sand
at her feet
Her white skirt
The white gate
Her white smile
The white lamp
Her low flats on
the brown grass
Velvet black skin
Color of her hair
Oh! Oh! Esther!
I'd heard of this woman called Esther,
Who much prefered London to Leiceter,
Coz you could stay up all night
And still have the right
To behave the next day like a jester
So I met that woman called Esther,
That the world and his missus did pester,
"I do what I can"
She'd say to the clan,
"If you don't like it then find it in Leicester."
Elegant steps,
The gaze of a queen,
Clandestine; reaching the pinnacles of great towers
Whose garment I long to wrap for warmth.
The smiles stands tall the heights of the Himalayas
This beauty - a gaze upon the mirage,
Which ponders as its piercing power undermines wits
Angels set before work to carve out stool
Stool meant for an eagle!
This eagle is mine for I long for the queen's presence.
If ye wonder why Esther be great, then I tell you why kings be born
A race I'm winning;
For it takes two to tango
My Queen, long may you reign in my kingdom
Enshrined with meekness,
Such candour your presence gives
For a lifetime,
For eternity,.
A guard of heart
A gentle heart
A queen's heart...
I shall gladly guide
The death of My people the enemy had thought
Would further their plans of all that they sought.
So a plan was considered and a plot was set
A scheme was devised of evil intent.
It was Haman who plotted and it was Haman who schemed
His heart full of hatred for those I esteemed.
Lots were then cast for the great day of death
The enemy would fight to remove your last breath.
But My hand was there in your defense
My armies awaiting My word to advance.
So My people take heart for I Am your King
And the armies of heaven on earth do I bring.
The day then arrived; a day marked for pain
On the enemy it turned for My people to gain.
The battle was fierce and the slaughter was great
My people took spoils of the enemy's gate.
Many such battles must be fought and won
Dauntless the spirit of My chosen ones.
Dauntless in prayer; their words like a knife
Dauntless in battle, giving their life.
Their honour of Me is first in their heart
And from My Presence again they'll never depart.
So I will return the honour to them
And fill all the earth with My Presence again.
Be faithful in your time
this is the day of small things
but God has called you out for Him
to hold fast His truth that He brings
Be faithful to the practice of prayer
holding to Hid promises He has given
to call on His name each blessed day
being on your knees forever driven
Be faithful to His inspired word
read and study it keep one alive
trust His spirit to open the scriptures
bring insight to you spiritually survive
Be faithful in living for your Jesus
humility, meekness, joy, kindness and love
be filled with these fully transformed
show Christlikeness as seen from above
This is the day God called you too
to stand strong for your risen king
His royal sceptre and glorious crown
hold them forth using like David's sling!
(Esther 4: 13 -14 " And Mordecai told them to answer Esther: "Do not think in your heart that you will escape in the king's palace any more than all the other Jews. For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father's house will perish. Yet who knows, whether you have come into the kingdom for such a time as this.")