Best Parable Poems
The mustard seed
a wild mustard seed took flight
carried aloft in gathering light
over thistle'd sage and poppies
in countless colorful copies
as brash rain showers subside
the retreat of angry clouds abide
scolded by the Northern wind
in search of infinity's final end
once barren hills, now painted gold
snow geese forage with fledgling fold
amid the flutter of swallowtail's wings
from soil sprouted seedling life brings
'til once more mustard's children are blown
from heaven's heights the earth is sown
~~~Dedicated to my Uncle Joe~~~
A woman gave birth to a son
named Justice; he had little fun.
If he wanted to play,
his mama would say,
“But only when Justice is done!”
Poor Justice, from morning till night,
tried hard to do everything right.
By the end of the day,
he still could not play,
for his time to do chores was so tight!
His life was a crime with no play!
We all know that crime doesn’t pay.
But were I in his shoes,
having paid all my dues,
I think I might just run away.
Well, sure enough, Justice did flee
and ended up in Tennessee.
With no place to belong,
he felt sad till along
came a girl who smiled tenderly.
Looking ragged, he asked (with some shame)
if the young girl would tell him her name.
“Can you guess?” said the Miss.
“Here’s a clue. It is this. . .
Those who have me don’t take all the blame.”
The young man did not have a clue
what her name was; it was all new.
He’d never hear of
- yet soon grew to love -
this girl and her charming name too.
Today Justice likes more his life
because this girl lessens his strife.
He learned her name well
when in love he fell
and Mercy he took for a wife!
For the Story Poem Contest Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman
The Master left to go away,
But, being wise and just,
He first called forth three servants and
Placed Talents in their trust.
According to their proven skills
He portioned out their share:
Five to the first, the second two
One to the last man there.
And once the Master went away
The man he gave the five
Invested what he had been lent
And made his Talents thrive.
The man who had been given two
Worked hard to earn yet more,
But he who had been given one
Hid his beneath the floor.
After a time the Master came
Returning from his task
And bid his servants come to Him
With but one thing to ask.
"With what I had entrusted you
Now give me your account."
The man to whom was given five
Had doubled his amount.
In turn, the man He'd given two
Had turned them into four.
The Master said, "Well done my sons,
Now I will give you more."
The last whose Talent had been hid
Rushed forth to plead his case.
"I have protected what you gave
Within a secret place."
The Master, disapproving, looked
Upon his share returned.
"What good can hidden Talents do?
They yield no profit earned."
That Talent then He gave to he
Whose faithfulness was proved,
And from the man who had but one
His little was removed.
The moral of this story then
If you have ears to hear
Is we are given portions of
Which we are overseer.
Don't let your talents waste unknown
Whether they're small or great.
Whatever talents you possess
Should even more create.
9.16.18
Contest: Parable of the Talents
Three men each grew a precious rose
They all had different thoughts
Of how to raise and nurture them
Of the outcomes that they sought.
The first man shirked all effort
Just plunged a hole within the soil
His rose grew, waned then wilted
It suffered from his lack of toil.
The second man possessed great intent
By preparing fertile ground
Purchasing almost everything
Gave his rose all that could be found.
This rose developed entirely spoilt
It flourished better than a weed
Except it too deformed and shrivelled
When he could no longer feed its needs.
Our third man was a pauper
However his heart was like a king
All he had was time and love
But he knew his rose would sing.
He too prepared quite fertile earth
But he never spent a cent
He freed the dirt for solid roots
He knew this rose was heaven sent.
He spent what he could just afford
Although mostly invested time
Talked and fussed and loved his rose
No surprise it grew up really fine
This man finally met his grave
Wilted then died when he grew old
His rose still grows and prospers
It flowers so bright and so bold.
Precious gifts require attention
Only exceptions grow up wild
Treasures need time and care
Imagine each rose could be a child.
Parable of the Seed
“10 He said, “The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of God has been given to you, but to others I speak in parables, so that, “‘though seeing, they may not see; though hearing, they may not understand.’11 “This is the meaning of the parable: The seed
is the word of God. 12 Those along the path are the ones who hear, and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved.” Luke 8:10-12 NIV
We are the soil, and God’s Word the seed—
God is the farmer of the field.
The birds of the air is Satan and his host,
To whom the wicked yield.
When the seed falls on stony ground,
It withers in the sun and dies.
But when it falls on healthy soil,
On the Lord, it continually relies.
Good seeds are the Children of the Kingdom;
Weeds belong to the wicked one.
God’s seed represents His words of truth;
The weeds God’s truth have shun.
Let’s be like the soil of the mustard seed
And produce a tree of might.
When the birds lodge in its shadows,
They cannot destroy with blight.
The Word of God is a mighty seed,
When spoken and when read;
Mightier than many tall trees,
Where the ‘birds of the air’ have bed.
When we submit to the ‘farmer’,
And devour His precious truth seed;
Allow Him to tend and water us,
With heaven we’ll be agreed.
So when the Word of God is spoken
And truth absorbed with great delight,
The soil [saints] will prosper and flourish—
Of wickedness lose sight.
But when seed falls on the pathway,
That’s trodden down by time,
The heart is not receptive;
Has no desire for truth divine.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Some people are convinced that they possess
Accomplishment within a certain art,
Yet sound, impartial judgement would conclude
That they have little talent to impart.
In contrast there are those with aptitude
Who never share the gifts which could inspire,
Reluctant to expend their time and skills
In quickening a kindred spirit’s fire.
Each person is endowed with unique gifts
To be applied, not to be hid from sight
Nor quenched by the mundanity of life
But rather to encourage and delight.
No gift should lie unsealed upon life’s shelf
True talent must be nurtured and unfurled
Enhancing lives which then reciprocate;
Creating an enlightened, vibrant world.
25/09/18
'Parable of the talents contest' : Sponsored by: Holly Hippocampus
PARABLE OF THE TALENTS N/A gifts Anthony Biaanco 7/18/2020
A Parable of Love’s Spell
We danced and kissed passionately whilst feeling that frenzied,
flushed-rush of two people together now as one under love’s spell.
Love’s that mystical, magical emotion captivating every aspect
of our senses as we succumb to its aura of delicious enchantment!
Love’s power is a divine omnipotence which touches us tender
now as we walk this night watching the Moon smile back at us.
Love’s that moment when two people’s eyes search and discover
each other and their hearts know it’s much more than mere chance.
Try fate, try destiny, but knoweth that this special emotion is oft
beyond the pale of any ready explanation of the mere commonplace.
Love can be palpable, spiritual, promising, hopeful, bashful, and
even disappointing—but full of surprise and true wonderment too!
We savoreth our embrace as two lovers mesmerized in this moment,
whilst we fall deeply under love’s spell as the Moon smiles back at us!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – March 28, 2017
(Couplet)
Parable of the Butterfly
A beautiful butterfly of blue landed on my nose.
I was so delighted that I kept it in a cage.
Nurtured it and sang to it, I love it so.
But the Butterfly was sad, would not eat and the wings wilted.
It broke my heart to see this beautiful creature in this way.
I knew that if I let her go she would not return.
This sad day I let her go and I cried.
The next day while in my porch rocking chair in sadden mood,
the butterfly returned and Landed on my nose.
I let her be with me and not in a cage and we were happy.
All the world a stage
Our love not left on a shelf
Waters edge, in spades
Written in stone, ring
Waddle waddle kind of swing
Will you marry me
As we take the plunge
Into the depths out of blue
Our ceremony
Is a slow walk, true
Is a path already paved
So walk with me slow
God smiling on us
Giving our Union, blessing
Rehearsal, dressed, no?
Our friends will be there
Will live with us, be funny
At our same address
We'll make days of it
Nights at pool, entertaining
Make a clan, of it
We'll all just commune
Come and go, always here and there
In and out, ya know
Like the melting snow
Running into the pot
A melting pot, a roast, err
We could use for fish
Fish in that great big setting
The one that crashes
Gives gift at wedding
Gets drunk then disappears
Faster than lightning
Take a bow and bring
Flipper, for those who don't sing
Nor dance, sit and spin!
As we do our thing
It's reflected in the stars
Surrounded by ours
Setting in stone ring
All in black and white
Written pebabbles
Have tuxedo, will
Travel, In tandem in a
Cold World, poetry
Once, a wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde* appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
And the wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, burst out crying and ran off.
A lesson: Don't come into the woods, if you’re scared of merde.
Once, a wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- No, I'll eat you! – the wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and ate it.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil but the evil tastes kind of weird.
Once, a wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- I don’t care, - the wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and kicked the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde out of the path.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil again but where does that stink come from?
Once, a wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
The wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, continued on his way in silence.
And the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde burst out crying, ran off the woods and ever-never came back because merde loves talking to wise men.
A lesson: Thinking of the meaning of life, don’t condescend to talk to merde.
* Herein, the French word “merde” is used for censorship reasons.
Translation from Russian of a well-known parable by an anonymous author, which concerns the principles of on-line discussion. Hoping, soupers like it)
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
Being Prepared for Judgment
MT 24:45-51
MK 13:34-37
LK 12:35-48
"Gird your loins and light your lamps, be like servants who await their master's return from a wedding, ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.
Blessed are those servants whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.
Amen, I say to you, he will gird himself, have them recline at table, and proceed to wait on them.
Should he come in the second or third watch and find them prepared in this way, blessed are those servants.
Be sure of this:
If the master of the house had known the hour when the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.
You also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect.
The Son of Man will come."
But if that servant says to himself, 'My master is delayed in coming,'
Begins to beat the menservants and the maidservants, to eat and drink and get drunk,
Then that servant's master will come on an unexpected day and at an unknown hour and will punish him severely and assign him a place with the unfaithful.
That servant who knew his master's will but did not make preparations nor act in accord with his will shall be beaten severely
The servant who was ignorant of his master's will but acted in a way deserving of a severe beating shall be beaten only lightly.
Much will be required of the person entrusted with much, and still more will be demanded of the person entrusted with more." (Taken from LK 12:35-40, 45-48)
Parable of the Talent
Date: Mon, Jan 18 2016 at 6:03 PM
Writing is The Gift
I use to Submit
My Innermost Wits
Bliss
Dark Twists
Through The Eyes of The Prince
Through the Strides In the Abyss
The Cries of the Winds
To Shine through Sin
The Mind When it Spins
To Write the Crimes Within
To Shine Revenge
In a Light as Defense
To Heighten and Hyphen
The Skin
Of the Chameleon
Cause the Fire Grins
Inside to Strike
Releasing whatever needs to Burn Insight
Foresight Painted Pictures
That needs to be Painted In Scripture
Using Languages through Literature
To see what you might not see
To show you to see if I open your eyes to Peek
My Gift from God to you from Me
From Me to You to Speak
Inside my Soul, Spirit, Mind, Heart, Released
Inside thats Deep
In My Mind & Heart that Creeps
Focusing on my Positive Energy
Through Negative Frequencies
In Synchronities in my Life that Breaths
So I Shine my Imagery
Through My Inner Divinity
Writing The Mysteries
Inside that Needs to Venture & Leap
The Adventure in Me
My Gift that Delivers me in Peace
My Magic Isn't Sorcery or Wizardry
But Magical Feats
Just by Scrabbling & Splashing Ink
Of The Chain to Link
So the Colors of the Rainbows to Sink
So the Picture can Blink
Moral of the Story
Not To Waste Your God Given Talent
Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
House built on a rock
will stand midst the elements,
on sand, it will fall.
Date: 06/19/2019