Best Imparted Poems
My dearly beloved Sister in the Lord,
You surely are a great blessing to me and to others...
May this poem of tribute to and for you reverberate beyond our memories
Vanquishing oblivion that lurks to prevail.
Blessed by God with eternal life’s certainty
Redeemed, enjoying the Saviour’s assured security
Imparted with divine nature toward great spirituality
Guided thru the Holy Spirit’s wisdom and authority
Instructed to live by faith, trusting Christ’s immutability
Driven forward to pursue the Lord’s will with sincerity:
A victor in the Master’s ministry; we salute you for your godly integrity!
Moved by God’s love in serving with grace
Empowered with His strength to win in the Christian race
Nourished fully with His Word along prayer-brace
Directed for stewardship’s faithfulness all her days
Optimizing the Almighty’s offered opportunities of no delays
Zoomed toward heavenly goals midst hindrances’ trace…
A servant* of God in His church; we thank the Lord for you and Him we praise!
This is a Birthday poem for this Sister's 59th birthday on November 13, 2018, with these notes: "Ma’am Edgie, A blessed birthday to you.
Your life, spent for the Lord, is really a great blessing!"
I posted this on November 26, 2018 (Monday here in the Philippines).
It was November 28, 2018 Poetry Soup's Poem of the Day.
I was elated to learn about it...
Then, after I had my class in the Bible College, I was informed that Ma'am Edgie was called by God to be with Him in heaven on November 28, 2018, at 11:30 A.M. (Philippine time). I bowed to God for His wisdom. Indeed, He makes no mistake. As for this beloved Sister, she will be missed... for her love to the Lord, to His work, and to the brethren.
*1Corinthians 7:22 For he that is called in the Lord, being a servant, is the Lord's freeman: likewise also he that is called, being free, is Christ's servant.
November 26, 2018
2nd place, "Last Letter to my Beloved" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/16/2018.
Categories:
imparted, appreciation, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
Accosted many years ago
By the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe
I'm now obliged to come forthright
About that dark eye-opening night.
It's only fair to let you know
I've held a torch for Mr. Poe
It's all because of the ink of his pen
That my love for poetry did begin.
(His sad, sad tale arrested me;
the saddest tale I've ever known.
Small wonder then when he chose me,
an easy prey, home all alone)
Toiling to write like him for years
Happy was I when his ghost appeared.
A tragic figure past, present and now
He entered my room with a humble bow.
And fixed me with a haunting stare
And whispered softly 'life's not fair.'
I nodded my head just to agree
When a strange sensation took hold of me.
Possession felt more than 9/10's of the law
I felt frozen and badly in need of a thaw.
My body, not mine now was his to command;
Just a shell, a mere puppet, at the will of this man.
His voice so melodic, belied malice or vice.
He drew near to the fireplace, the warm hearth felt nice.
There was music, a waltz, seemed familiar {mere chance?)
Embracing the moment we started to dance.
His thoughts were with mine now
And mine were with his
And I swear by my bank book
As long as I live
The unbearable pain of his loss gripped my heart
And the moment I fainted we were ripped apart.
He was anguished at how he had handled his grief,
How his life was cut short by his own inner thief.
He'd wanted to write more
His mind was an ark
Just those few moments with him
Woke the poet in my heart.
And so it happened in just one night
He taught me verse; he taught me rhyme
And stretched my mind to higher heights
That's quite developed over time.
He's never visited my bedroom since
Or with my body had his way.
He left me with this gift or sixth sense
Of a fire for poetry that burns in my veins.
Unfinished business is quite finished now.
Passing on I imparted to him 'quid pro quo.'
'Rest in peace, the whole world
Knows your name Mr. Poe.'
-Reta Pruitt
July 22.2018
Categories:
imparted, emotions, imagery, inspiration, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat.,
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings
And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness
And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from the ego of my dream
And asked
What for?
Nothing more
But a flag stuck in the ground?
To calculatingly defy gravity
As it mercilessly tugs us down?
And then I wondered, ponderously:
Am I a prophet
Or a god?
Is there a defined mind to our brain?
Dimension to our façade?
A man behind the curtain?
A voice within the sky?
An ultimate time and place?
An adequate answer to “why?”
I sat on the mountain, tortured
Like the archetypally wise
And knew then that all life’s purpose
Had been imparted through desperate lies.
--
Note to those not familiar with Biochemistry:
The first stanza refers to hemoglobin's decrease in oxygen affinity in response to high altitude/ low atmospheric pressure. This is accomplished through the molecule's allosteric conformation change. Hemoglobin's molecular structure consists of a porphyrin ring.
Categories:
imparted, allegory, life, philosophy, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweet are the verses in rhymes that are sung
that genius the mind in history does crown
Blank white pages with divinity and splendor
Stoned face, haunting or dark and yet tender.
With celestial visions charmed as they be
Will but lighten our hearts with a spirit free
With the streaming pulse of unwavering joy
With crystal enlightenment, this is our ploy -
That our names would lie in history's book
That eternal we'll be remembered, but look
There's a poet clasped on the mighty wind
Where the perfumed blossoms softly bend
In sweet sighs like deep breaths, to blend
With rippling streams in murmurs and then
There his solitude has sought no fame
Among the throngs of mightiest names
Like Byron, Elizabeth, Keats and Emily
Like Shakespeare, Poe, Blake and Shelly
But in the warm breath of silence he lays
Where no man may gather and praise
Gifted his glimmered thoughts proceeding
With humility's grace and love exuding
From blessed a heart as pure as the springs
Clasped upon God's wondrous wings.
Oh never lose sight of our earthly treasure
That beyond every carnal soothing pleasure
Is that gleaming gift imparted to us all
That in poetry's grace we may stand tall
In fun or in fame or in dream's pursuit
In practice or in shame or in joys mute
That our pleasured words, we may mute not
Thro' life's sorrowing moments and yet but
Thro' the coursing days of history's lines
How sweet the verses when sung in rhymes.
What does poetry mean to you personally? I'm open to heartfelt expressions to the question.
Categories:
imparted, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Staring teary eyed and awed from within our atmospheric cocoons,
we witnessed the appearance of the first of seven dancing moons.
As Primora, the closest sun, sank into the marbled vapor of the north,
and Extran, the highest and farthest followed it forth,
gleaming, mineral crested, curling, wind swept cliffs,
sent double shadows across the multi colored mists.
From within the fizzling aurora of a streaking star
debuted the brass colored moon, Alacazar,
followed by Splitz and Hoboken
and it’s circling asteroid, Token,
reflecting their eerie light on the myriad acid pools,
like funhouse mirrors breaking all the known rules.
When the last of Extran’s static rays disappeared,
the acid lakes and puddles suddenly mirrored
four of the moons, gem colored cliffs and a meteor shower.
We looked at each other and cried at this beauteous power
where an atmosphere much too hostile to survive,
with it’s sunset that reinforced we were alive,
imparted in our hearts an eternal, loving attitude,
Of faith in our Maker and profound gratitude.
We turned and slowly power drifted away,
But in our beings that sunset is here to stay.
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Not Just Any Sunset" contest
written 8/20/11
Categories:
imparted, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Her face may be different
But her feelings the same
She laughs and she cries
And takes pride in her gains
She was sent here among us to teach us to love
As God in the heavens looks down from above
To him she's no different
His love knows no bounds
It's those here among us in cities and towns
That judge her by standard that man has imparted
But this family she's chosen will help her get started
For she's one of the children so special and few
That came here to learn the same lessons as you
That love is acceptance it must come from the heart
We all have the same purpose though not the same start
The Lord gave her life to live and embrace
And she'll do it as we do but at her own pace.
Categories:
imparted, appreciation, cousin, dedication, emotions,
Form:
Narrative
Litany of do this and don’t do that…
My dearest mother is a champion of verbalizing such
Not as a loquacious orator, but as a virtuous lady*
Exemplifying in her own right Proverbs 31:10-31** of the Bible.
Now as a “guardian mother” myself
I learned that Mama’s good success-list
Actually is triumphant formula against futility
Worth putting into practice.
With God’s direction and guidance,
Earnestly I present with gratefulness
Wisdom gems my Mama Artencia imparted to my heart
Anchored by Scriptures driving my faith-performance.
Always put God first
Rely on His power
Trust His grace
Excel thru His might
Neglect never His Word
Cling to His presence
Invest in His ministry
Abide in His will.
Abound in the Lord’s goodness
Give to His mission works
Uphold His standards
Serve by His strength
Teach with His prudence
Instruct thru His precepts
Nestle in His love.
*Proverbs 31:10 “Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.”
**Proverbs 31:30 “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.”
February 14, 2019
Categories:
imparted, appreciation, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Acrostic
I
I am with Liberty
At least I was
Until 2019, before the Virus
Now as in puerile freedoms
(Just words, not many will sacrifice for;
Most people go along, as with Trump in USA)
So, I was with Liberty University
In Virginia, the world's largest Christian university
When Jerry Jr. supported the Donald, I left the country
"Leave of absence," I said
Now how many atheists support Donald Trump?
II
Mandela of South Africa might have rotted in prison
Yet 27 years later he emerged, with more passion
For freedom than those who were "born free," taught "Reason,"
How do we explain this Freedom's mystery?
Men - and women - under the boot of racism
Emerge with a greater testimony of Freedom
Than the Teachers, the advocates, the age-old Practitioner?
Gandhi, too, born under British colonialism
Not only imparted freedom in South Africa, but in his own nation
Then a dose of Christian moral conviction:
"I'll be a Christian if the West practices Jesus' famed Sermon"
III
Hey, I was a communist and atheist by persuasion
Because as a child I knew no fairness, no freedom
Then how this Christian conversion?
Now I come to my theme, topic, and Question:
There is a Spirit, we call it Spirit of The Original QUESTION:
Yes, God is the Original Question, Miss & Mr. Reason!
As He seems to ask the rhetorical question:
When a non-life form, Corona Virus, can quiet our planes & "System"
When every Tom, Dick, & Maggie are in prayer now
What are the atheists saying, what are they doing?
Maybe some good atheist will help us Predict the next dislocation?
Categories:
imparted, angst, atheist, christian, gospel,
Form:
Verse
Driven to Distraction
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
An innocent photo
Fantasizes
Her word repeated
Re-read and re-initiated
Touches
Swims me through
Her soul
Finds my spirit
Traversing the spaces
Hanging with kisses
She repeats
And replete
On tantalizings
Almost tasted
I fall
Control-less
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
In the images
She painted
Enchanted
The rick and cot
Of desire
In sheets and pillows
I hear her giggles
Under flushing eyes
What am I to do
With these
Vacant longings
As they travel
Distances
Horizon from me to you
What am I to do
With this hearts
And heads infatuated
Poetry
As it lays at night
Jostling and turning
In the empty
Impossibility
Of wantings
My lips to feed
Greedily
And sate this hungrily
Echoed
Distraction driven
I can’t help it
Can’t control it
This aching trespass
With words imparted
The succinct
And salivated story
Of her
Sends me crushing
And cruising
Heat semaphores
Towards her
And in the meal of love
I would dine
On sustenance passion
Eat her
Through my every fibre
If but once
I could
Hold her
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
Can’t control it
Categories:
imparted, fantasy, loveme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Ingrained in human nature of guilt source
Fear exposes my need for divine force
God props me with, “Fear not… I am thy shield…”
So I triumphantly trust His best course.
Instilled for betterment in every heart
Fear drives me toward reverential start
Assured by “The fear of the LORD is clean..."
Thus from His guidance, I should not depart.
Imparted with desire for righteous goal
Fear propels soul to seek advancement pole
Amidst Christ’s “Fear not, for I am with thee…”
For the fulfillment of entrusted role.
Inflicting as worry, despair and doubt
Fear pulls my grip toward vanity clout
I pray, "...Unite my heart to fear thy name..."
Enabling my service of blissful shout.
*Luke 8:50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only…
August 28, 2021
5th place, "Your Favorite Poem Of 2021" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/23/2021.
Categories:
imparted, appreciation, christian, faith, fear,
Form:
Rubaiyat
[1. Quest]
I plead to you, Muse, here, unbind my pen
That verse may praise her, my Captivator,
Greatest Treasure, Morning’s Brightest Angel.
Why, my quill, are you so still, reluctant
To laud she who is so precious? Perhaps
The language of our hearts transcends mere words;
Lips should praise as lips do kiss each other.
So, to that end I raise my praise to you.
Your lips are beautiful because they are
The gateway to your heart. How else will we
Know your compassionate encouragement?
Lest the message pass them, intent is all
There is. But once declared, a healing
Grace grows great within each life you will touch!
[2. Discovery]
My Dear, you exemplify perfectly,
How one lives out the love they have within.
In fact, this is what I notic’d about
You from the first. Every word was like
A coming alongside, a verbal hug,
Incentive you offered each to reach
Within and trust their inner voice. My Love,
Many give thanks today that you came by.
So, now I understand how my heart came
To love you before my mind discover’d
The subterfuge that had been going on.
So when our arms, entwined, and faces
We draw near, our lips in passion pursed,
Your grace is also imparted to me.
Categories:
imparted, i love you, love,
Form:
Sonnet
When I am gone
When no more I deface the whitest page
With scrawls
Will you keep my words as my total wage
Withdrawn from life's bank?
I have nothing else to leave
Indigent all my life
Invested nothing but my love
Imparted through my words.
I give you all.
Let no silence or blindness break it
Little fragile flower
Lean your tongue against it
Ladening taste with desires
Love templed in a tender tropic song.
Categories:
imparted, visionary
Form:
Acrostic
One has to like the price,
which never fluctuates.
It floats,
like some suspended orb
imparted from another heaven, perhaps...
itself a consciousness unknown
and undefiled.
It is the good the ages seek,
still there before our eyes.
Were there a formula,
a prize to touch or taste,
it would not occupy the metaphor
of grace nor scorn its worshipers.
There's time to let the rain sweep down
the valley, time to revel
in the harvest when the fullness comes.
It's time to yield a little, come alive
to listen while the piper plays;
the air is sweet,
the song is of the eminence of day.
If there is any paradise
let us make room for it
within our precious now
though set upon with every fond device
of intellect to struggle to our feet;
the highest good not ours alone,
persists in that strange crystalline precipitate
when all is done—old Paul knew what it was
and called it love.
~
Categories:
imparted, love, time, time,
Form:
Free verse
Dead faith…
was then I had
being smitten in trespasses and sins.
By hearing God’s Word…
biblical faith was imparted to my heart
granting me redemption of eternal life’s worth.
From no faith, my soul God reached out…
With regenerated heart, I started walk of faith
That adversities ceaselessly challenge.
Midst sin-caused miseries…
I succumbed to skepticism bouts
Testing my faith, proving its genuine functionality.
Honestly, I admit that there were moments…
I wallowed in guilt of faith’s absence
When engulfed by unbelief-pangs.
Likewise, in the crucible of trials…
I was challenged along doubts and fears
Thus, rebuked was I, “Oh ye of little faith” by my Saviour.
Seeking my Lord, I always beg…
“Increase my faith” with earnestness
Believing that He can as He sees my plea.
Hence, by Christ and His strength…
I keep on growing in His grace and knowledge
To receive His commendation, “Great is thy faith.”*
*Matthew 15:28 Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.
April 24, 2019
Categories:
imparted, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Narrative
I feel sad at the death of my dog,
a loyal companion, and my friend.
Our backyard was a gathering place;
where we'd roughhouse and play without end.
We shared many happy memories,
like long walks in the park every night.
And it's with a heavy, hurting heart
that I say goodbye; he lost this fight.
I will miss the camaraderie
that allowed our hearts free range to roam.
And the instant smile he imparted
when he'd jump with joy when I got home.
Preoccupied with living my life;
I'd sometimes forget to pat his head.
And he got less love than he deserved,
sleeping curled at the foot of my bed.
Willy, it’s time for you to rest now;
I hope we will meet again someday.
But today, I must bid you farewell;
come, visit me in my dreams, my friend.
Categories:
imparted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Quatrain