Best Reward Poems
He walked along the beach a man forlorn
Forgotten were his dreams, his heart was torn
The gentle waves spoke of the years gone by
And drew salt water down from saddened eye
He saw some driftwood lying on the shore
It sparked his interest and he longed for more
He touched it gently, to his great delight
Sandalwood he’d found: passion to ignite
The need to carve once more came to his mind
A joy he’d lost and could no longer find
He took it home, that battered piece of wood
With hopes to turn it into something good
A mane of hair took shape beneath his hands
Flowing waves of curly wooden strands
Round shoulders of the woman of his dreams
And breasts and waist of beauty carved supreme
Gracefully her form began to take on shape
When he was done he stood there mouth agape
She was a goddess made of his desire
A love for her consumed him like a fire
At night he wished upon a falling star
She’d come to life and chase his sorrows far
He looked at her before he fell asleep
And smiled for he’d forgotten how to weep
He felt a stirring there beside his bed
A presence seemed to hover near his head
He looked upon his statue now in flesh
Her body like a breeze was young and fresh
She pressed her lips so gently over his
“I need to tell you, love, listen to this
I was discarded, battered, wounded sore
I chose to be a part of life no more
You saw in me my hidden beauty fine
Your wish has reached the heart of the Divine
I stand before you, answer to your prayer
Sent to give you love and tend’rest care.”
She kissed his lips, and veiled him in her hair
His tears she wiped, this answer to his prayer
With him she lay, her breast his pillow sweet
The richest fare of sandalwood, his treat
What else transpires is curtained from our sight
Burning sandalwood…..scents the glowing night
Eileen Manassian Ghali
He who gives to another
takes the greater reward
Give whatever you can
a poor man a snub can't afford
Seek opportunities for giving
They're yours for the taking
One kindness leads to another
~ There's no mistaking
THE GOOD SERVANT'S REWARD
Come my servant, I am waiting, in the light of God alone.
Do you believe the promise given, are you ready to come home?
The account books have all been written, now we review the score.
Were you a believer in God's garden, did you tell of heaven's door?
When the Master calls, will you be ready, to be with Him for eternity?
He only asked that you believe Him, Just reach out and you'll be free.
The journey will be joyful, the path cleared to show the way.
When you cross over the Jordan, fall on your knees and pray.
You've toiled long in His vineyard, you've shared His story along the way.
Your faithfulness will be rewarded, He will know a brighter day.
You've served the Father with love and honor, you've studied hard His promise true.
Now its time to be rewarded, God spreads His arms to welcome you.
Your treasure now is waiting, when you pass the golden gate.
So welcome home my servant, you no longer have to wait.
Come home to Jesus from your toil, it is time for you to rest.
The good servant will be rewarded, you have passed the holy test.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Darn covid has most surely created,
toilet rolls as the product predated,
and I reached my goals;
hoarded two hundred rolls,
but suffer from being constipated.
The Reward
Thou shalt lean thy little hand upon a tree
Mighty and aged; thy most lovely robe
Shall gently press the soft and silent earth;
The evening clouds shall float in the dark pool
Before thy beauty with a dreamy light.
None shall be with thee; none shall break the spell
That draws together the entwining splendor
Of branches black as a deep mountain cave,
Where rests- the soft moaning breeze
Of silvery curving sea and winding bays
Where sand and wavelets kiss, of twilight shadows
That deeper grow about thy loveliness.
For this is thy rich hour, this thy reward
When mindless things in the all-folding Mind
Become the glad companions of they heart
In its deep quest beyond the tide of sorrow.
R.J. Lindley
Jan.18th 1973
From morning to evening if you work hard
Surely peace will flow into your life man
A strange bliss will set in your heart
A feeling of true satisfaction will emerge
Normally sweats will drive away tears
As they do not agree with each other
If we trust sweats, tears will vanish
Its supremacy, sweats will establish
Fools never work and say life is boring
Wise souls toil and reap rich benefits
They have full trust in work's capacity
They believe in the greatness of efforts
Body and mind must work ever together
Great jobs both can render with ease
Due to their synchronized contribution
The owner of them is elevated greatly
True efforts taken with determination
Augmented by hope and firm belief
Will invariably lead to the best end
Life will be glorified and finely honored.
A GLORIOUS WORK
A glorious work shall be done
Thru my blessed Lord.
A wondrous work within my soul,
A work beyond reward.
Not I shall do this work, I know.
‘Tis in His power alone.
Yet, when I give myself to Him
Through me His love is shown.
Oh, do this glorious work in me.
I pray Your will I’ll do.
Let only You be seen in me,
Thus, I abide in You.
Then I shall show Your wondrous love
To all within my sphere,
And when You come to take me home
The words “well done” I’ll hear.
I won’t deserve Your thanks, dear Lord,
But this one thing I know,
The abundant grace You give to me
Is more than I can show.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
I Torment Not As This Great Reward- The Villanelle Of The Award
I couldn't stop praising within the award
It was just so light also wonderful
Never had he known anything so on-board
That morning, I was shocked by the Lord
He had to calm Himself with an effect
I couldn't stop thinking about the award
Later, I was shook by a reward
I tried to focus on a neglect
Never had I known anything so on-board
As this great Reward
I tried to distract Him with a hoard
Sin laden by me mind had become too subject
I couldn't stop thinking about the award
Never had I known anything so on-board
As this great Reward
I took action like a cord
The award was becoming too circumspect was such a fool
Never had he known anything so on-board
I's demise was bored
His mind turned into a project
I couldn't stop thinking about the award
Never had he known anything so on-board
Never had I known anything so on-board-as my salvation
As this great Reward
1/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
When once
taught laws
from past
pretense
constrain;
hold back
One wakes
to find
he's hence
so sought
and fought
Now bought...
His true
Reward
"Mom and I and Graham Cracker Pie ~ ~"
Mom's been gone a long, long time,
forever and a day.
She always treated each of us
in a very special way!
My favorite "Mommy" memory
of all the things she did,
was a "special" reward, just for me,
ever since I was a kid.
I've always loved, Graham Cracker Pie.
The ones she made were great!
That was my very "special" gift
when there was cause to celebrate.
I had Spinal Meningitis
when I was only eight.
Despite the odds against it,
my recovery was great!
I was laid up for quite a while,
had a long hospital stay.
When I got released to go back home,
I got a Graham Cracker Pie, that very day!
I enlisted in the Air Force,
but before I went away,
Mom made my favorite pie for me,
to send me on my way!
I was headed home on my first leave,
so what did Momma say?
I gotta make Graham Cracker Pie,
cause Ralphie's on his way!
When I rejoin my Mom again,
whenever that might be,
you can bet, my favorite pie,
will be waiting there for me!
Love you Mom.
Ralph Taylor
'Mother'
She'd gifted me her plants,
as she moved to an apartment,
with no available garden space.
When she called, we talked flowers.
I took photos to prove
her green thumb prevailed.
I worked in my garden today.
So hot, sweat ran in rivulets
down my neck, between my breasts.
Wasps harassed, threatened,
then vanished one second after
the eliminator can was in my hand.
Clothes plastered as a second skin,
became wet, heavy dirt magnets.
Mulch climbed up my nose, blew into my eyes.
A sudden breeze feathered my cheek.
A Phoebe's repeated call tickled my ears,
A blood-red lily bobbed in joyful gratitude.
The orange ones she had given me,
smooth and bright as satin -
I cut, arranged in a white vase,
and took to Mother's bedside.
Her last words, soft, full of wonder,
"Those orange lilies - so beautiful."
Against The Wind, My Reward Now
That was my time so long ago
my hat was always in the show
Running, ever against the wind
more enemies than ever friend
Remembering yesterdays so well
the hot nights deep into Hell
O' so many darlings kept me fed
never saw my life was so dead
Against that wind I did epic fail
sought water from an empty well
Applause rang out I never earn
those gifts I refused to spurn
Days, they have shifted now
found the light know not how
Water so fine, hide tide I roll
rock a foundation was my goal
This my time, my great new life
blessed with my son and my wife
Life came on, did not just end
lover and wife, are both my friend
No fear, running right on true
so blessed, not sure it was due
My firm stand against that wind
shall reward me until the very end
Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015
Note: Always been a big Bob Seger fan and his song,
Against The Wind, was my anthem for a twenty-five
year spread.. All that is over now. My ship sails
with me the master at the prow.
This is my dedication now.
My old life is dead, I take my new vow
My wife and family did renew me
Finally my chains broke and I am truly free.
Life,
forever promising more
Death
—its own reward
Bangkok, Thailand: January, 2009
A shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold
Someone to take care of me when I am old
A smiling face to greet me each day
Breakfast in bed brought on a tray
Birthdays and Mother’s Day never forgotten
Pampering me and spoiling me rotten
Discussing life’s problems and broken hearts
Reassuring her that she can make a new start
Whispering secrets and describing a dream
Swapping new recipes and eating ice cream
Going to garage sales and bargain shopping
Afternoon walks and popcorn popping
Trying on clothes and always hearing
Honest answers about what I’m wearing
Knowing each other’s hearts inside out
Trusting her completely without a doubt
There is no other friend so dear
As having my daughter always near
I told the truth and lied to myself
Both at the same time
I'd love you forever
Through sickness and health
And still you won't be mine
What am I to do
I expose my bloody past
Attempting to be trusted
Pulled from the salvage
Placed at your feet
Broken down and rusted
I lied cause I showed you
And broke a promise to myself
Hoping for acceptance
But now I sit alone
In the dark with all my past
Begging for forgiveness