Best Ruth Poems
I
Esther and Ruth
In God's Truth
The Bibles 66
Women author lacks
But these two
Esther and Ruth
But what Truth
About Savior-Redeemer
II
Boaz, Kinsman-Redeemer
Honored Great Provider
Hebrews left corners
Part harvest behind
As reapers wind
Their way, labor
No one beggar
Bible provided this
Ruth came: blessed
Boaz wed Ruth
Lineage: Obed, Jesse,
David through Jesus
Began with grain
Communion yet again!
Scripture, RUTH 2: 10
"Ruth fell at Boaz feet and thanked him warmly. 'What have I done to deserve such kindness?' she asked. 'I am only a foreigner.'"
Commentary/ Application: in Old Testament the kinsman can redeem a slave by paying if he has a family connection, per Hebrew law & custom. Jesus is the ultimate Kinsman-Redeemer, hallelujah. In USA, the kind acts of so many citizens to foreigners have blessed America again & again. I found kindness in Greece & UK, but USA excels in aiding 'aliens'. God bless America & all of us. Amen & amein
Salivating to desecrate
Her bones
In state
Lacking
Brains, Heart, Courage
The wizard
Capitulates.
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Talk to me
Set your thoughts free
Find in me your peace
Know I am discreet
Show me your beliefs
Stand on them indeed
Like holy book we read
Boaz your Ruth is unique
Piercing heart so deep
And all fears do cease
Creating a beautiful unity
Faithful and filled with glee
Planted like green seed
Romantic and beautiful sweet
Feelings that never leave
Healing so much indeed
Smiles that never leave
Wild like fuchsia fantasy
Following loves true lead
Making so happy
I love my mother-in-law,
I admire her way of life,
I look at her God in awe,
Who’s led her through deaths and strife,
I followed her to her land,
Leaving my people behind,
My God had great blessings planned,
Family love, I did find,
Though I am a Moabite,
In the lineage of Christ,
I’ve found a place, such delight!
God’s Grace and Love have sufficed.
Americans come by the clock
A British lass just hikes her frock
The French love a tongue
The Swedes like well-hung
But Left or Right Thai knows Bangkok!
Babe Ruth
To tell the truth
Was as good a hugger
As a slugger
Silence hushed, a crowd in awe,
Only crickets could be heard.
Under the spell of the Babe,
They looked to where he pointed,
Hoping to see a home run.
Perhaps the greatest player
America ever-knew,
Would, once again, please the crowd.
But the pitcher wasn't phased,
And threw a wicket screwball.
Babe watched its winding approach,
Eyed it close, took aim, and swung.
Resounding off of his bat,
Unfailingly, the ball flew.
Then, as the home crowd cheered on,
Headed straight for its target.
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Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Ruth Helen Uhrig
1888 – 1908
I remember the Indian summers most of all.
The drowsy balmy days of late September and early October.
I remember the calming chorus of the trees,
Especially here in Clark Cemetery,
With the benign wind caressing the still branches,
Teasing and tickling the leaves,
Performing masterfully,
The silent music of a thousand lazy afternoons.
Listen. Can you hear it?
And I recall that afternoon in 1903
While standing under the shady pepper tree,
Here in Clark Cemetery
That moment of sweet virginal bliss.
That long-forgotten one second in time,
When that blue-eyed fox named Roscoe
Kissed me, a mere girl of 15, on the lips.
There, on the threshold to my very soul!
Oh, the true joys of life are so simple and so fleeting!
And finally,
To my friends in old Whittier town,
I discovered after my demise that,
There is a happy way to die and a sad way to die.
And it will all depend on how well you treated people while alive.
Thankfully, I died the happy way.
In my sleep.
Dreaming of the silent music,
On a long-ago afternoon in September,
Under the old shady pepper tree,
Here in Clark cemetery
I want to go to Wrigley Field
Stand behind home plate
And point my finger at the left field wall
I do it to remember baseball
What it used to be
Simple
Pure
Dirt
Muscle
And spit
It used to be you could go to climb the fence and get in to Wrigley for free
Simpler times
Now you can't get in for less than a small fortune
Steroids and wall street
Great
I want to stand at home plate
And point my finger for a better world
Babe Ruth was certainly associated with the ruling class
But he played a sport of the people
And he represented a team whose city has some of the ,most ardent socialists in the world
So I know I'm reaching here
But I want to stand at Wrigley field
In the heart of america
And point my finger like babe ruth
Very unwitting representative
Of the nations working class
Pointing my finger to the beyond
In the heart of america
Pointing my finger to the beyond
Toward what's better.
Toward what's more.
Towards what America
Is supposed to be.
If I touched the lid on the candy dish in the living room My Grandmother could hear the clink of glass on glass in the kitchen " Michael !" she would exclaim softly There was a rummer in the family that she was physic That she had seen two of her children after they had died Before anyone had told her they where gone I don't know about that but I can tell you No one touched the lid on the candy dish without my grandmother knowing
There was a special woman in The Bible and her name was Ruth.
She was loyal to her Mother-In-Law and God and that is the truth.
Ruth's Mother-In-law was named Naomi and Ruth soon became a widow.
Ruth wouldn't abandon Naomi and the bond they shared continued to grow.
Naomi knew a man who was named Boaz and the two were related.
Ruth had to dress poorly but when Boaz saw her, he was captivated.
Ruth sewed clothes for the poor and she gleaned Boaz's fields.
Boaz fell in love with Ruth because she had charm and appeal.
Poor Ruth was able to work hard even though it was quite a strife.
But that soon changed when she and Boaz became man and wife.
Ruth was thankful to The Lord because she had been blessed.
When God showed his love for Ruth, it proved that he's the best.
Ruth's name says so much about her
Friendship emanated from this lovely woman
The sorrow she endured did not love deter
Her mother-in-law absorbed her love like diamonds
Ruth would follow despite change in life's plan
Ruth clung to Naomi who had not hope
The future for both was looking grim
Naomi's faith Ruth began to probe
She now accepted Jehovah believed in Him
Abundant love Ruth possessed overflowing the brim
Scripture:
And Ruth said your people shall be my people
and your GOD will be my GOD..
At that point she accepted GOD as her GOD..
Ruth being interperted means friendship:
Naomi being interperted means pleasant:
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Contest: Ruth
Written: March 14 and 15, 2014
Form English Quintain
rhyme scheme: ababb
no set meter
Her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced,
that innocent small child whisked off, white-faced,
one day by wild and whooping dark-eyed men,
and never more to see again her kin!
As over prairie ground fast horses raced,
her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced.
No crying would she dare to let them see
nor fearfulness. . . not to the least degree!
Her courage and her strong will saw her through
as year by year, more wise and fair she grew.
Her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced
inside that strange new world where she'd been placed.
Among the tribe there lived a handsome brave
whose passion burned for Ruth. At last, she gave
her heart to him . . for life must be embraced!
Her destiny Ruth Adams squarely faced
She was a girl named Ruth,
who had dreams and ambitious from youth.
Then she met a rascal of a boy,
who treated her as if she were a toy.
'Ours is a love from on high',
the sweet mouthed chap said with a lie
The naive Ruth was only beaming with smile.
And she was determined to go with this guy another mile.
'A little touch and some kissing,
will do me no harm', she was musing.
And now she couldn't stop the dangerous ride,
on this stormy sea with deadly tide.
This same Ruth is in all girls that are foolish,
who often fall preys of mean men that are brutish.
These Ruths only come to their senses
when there are no defences.
How loving was Ruth. With her husband dead,
she stayed with his mother most willingly.
“Entreat me not to leave,” she said.
Better than seven sons was she
to her mother-in-law, Naomi.
Wither thou goest, I shall go,”
said Ruth as she left her homeland behind.
Great joy were Ruth and Naomi to know.
A kinsman for Ruth to wed they would find,
and a baby would bless them - for Ruth had been kind!