Best Steward Poems
Good Steward
We all wanted a lot of money
That brings much honor and security
It will lead us to fame and glory!
And will alleviate poverty and vanity.
Though it will give us a fleeting happiness
Money is the source of evil and timely conflicts!
It corrupts the heart and poisoned our minds,
When spent for wickedness
Let us be a good steward of money,
Share it to the poor and needy!
Always seek for God’s majesty;
Invest it to the bank called, eternity.
We Must Make Good Use of Our Riches
LK 16:1-13
Then he also said to his disciples"A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property.
He summoned him and said, 'What is this I hear about you?
Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.
' The steward said to himself,
'What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me?
I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg. I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.'
He called in his master's debtors one by one. To the first he said, 'How much do you owe my master?'
He replied, 'One hundred measures of olive oil.' He said to him
'Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.'
And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently...
The person who is trustworthy in very small matters is also trustworthy in great ones;
the person who is dishonest in very small matters is also dishonest in great ones.
No servant can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon." (Taken from LK 16:1-6, 8, 10, 13)
Has he who enthrones no power to dethrone?
Earthly glory never lasts. Its state
Is inconsistent like seeds down
And be the watchman: be wise! No power perpetuate
Lest, when the Master returns, he will demand
Full account of your stewardship
If wanting be: he chides you. He may demand
A worthier servant over your place, his vine and sheep.
But who am I to resist His call if such He tells:
'Come, follow me and henceforth, my services crave
I should worship Him whose sovereignty rules
Even Him alone should I serve
'Tis true, He will ignite my zest
He'll grant my feeble heart rest.
we must find our way
In this place of earth and sky
to be a steward
of the riches so bestowed
before time has passed us by
Old or New In Five
Theme- Nature
A good steward
of their belongings
will have much
to show for it
at the end of
their life.
wrote 9-8-08
Form:
Celestial jewel, resplendent in space—
unique to creation, now fallen from Grace.
Once mantled in radiance, sum essence of beauty,
good earth, you embraced both destiny and duty.
By nature you nuture, sustaining all life,
abundant and selfless—yet burdened with strife.
Your children defiled and helpless, they grieve—
all resources plundered, the legacy you leave.
A trusting heart hazed what your mind surely knew;
at the hand of your steward came torment on you.
Unequalled in arrogance, moral fibre of mist—
begrudging all others the right to exist.
Remnant of Genesis, what fate stalks your kind?
while honor and malice contend for your mind?
Bewildered by paradox intellect can’t abide—
knowledge without reason is the curse of your pride.
Eyes of the Cosmos gaze upon you and weep,
as apocalypse looms larger—your whirlwind to reap?
Redeeming your birthright means healing and mending.
The prodigal finds hope in a Spirit ascending.
Form:
A Wordsmith’s pen
Is mightier than the sword
For he can turn a tricky word
Into a verbal weapon
And win the day against the hoard
The words of the Bard
It’s not very hard
The turn of a friendly card
The changing of the old guard
The wicked witch is feathered and tarred
The sky above is dark and starred
It’s feeling out loud
The dancing of spirit abounds
The singing of the soul
The mind and body are whole
Although sometimes it makes no sounds
Manifestations of mental visions
Put to paper by steward, or vassal
On cotton, leather or papyrus passel
Seeing illusions and derisions
Inside the book, the bookmark’s tassel
Of words and dreams, and fantasies
Muses and fancies
Blissful and blithe
Demons and monsters, and zombies alive
Somehow the dead come back to life
Shadows and shades of torment
Ghouls and ghosts, and wraiths
Humans tear at their at the clothes and lament
And prophets forecast and forebode advent
Fortune tellers and soothsayers say
The mind screaming in pain
Devotion and emotion
Evolution and convolution
The sane are temporarily insane
The brain suffers erosion
To purify what has been defiled
Or deride what is pretentious
Celebrate what is momentous
Of the humors; blood and bile
Are both infectious
Soul speak
Affirmation of thought and deed
The lookers seek
All of those who have a need
Reap of the sown seed
Strong encourage the weak
Travels in time and place
Exploring inner and outer space
The Children of the Is
Sing the songs that were once His
Though the Old Man’s dead and gone
His legacy lives on
From dusk ‘till dawn
Memories in tome eternal
Glimpses of Heaven
Thoughts of Hades infernal
Rolling sevens and elevens
Immortal mortals
Of a limited time
Speaking in riddles and rhymes
This poem a babbling run-on thing
Pondering, wandering and wondering
A beautiful mind
It should be dismantled and dismembered
Fuses blown, circuits fried, wires unwind
The Dancing divine
When remembered…
Charismatic Zoe consistently bears tendancy
of softening strangers into friends
Perhaps resulting from her relocating frequency
Her familiarity with 'all sorts' hones empathy
Inspires trust, apprehension suspends
Fresh town primed to garner aquaintence
In the year charming Zoe turns thirty eight
Uninhibited, curious, built by self reliance
Folks cheerfully offer firm alliance
Her attentiveness ensures it remains
Zoe values conversation vivid vivacious
Exuding nonchalance, ability to laugh at her folly
Fabulous new friendships steadily progress
Synchronisity cements compadre success
Several new girlfriends all in their forties!
Shrinking space separates her from next decade
Stubborn Zoe pictures dowdy entirely optional
Zone of forty hopefully could be allayed
Reality shattered, coming years delayed
Ignorance imagines aging not applicable
She perceives it holds hands with abating energy
Admires dignity older friends can achieve
Surely high spirits dissolve eventually?
Settled staid of middle aged brings lethargy
Lustre of gusto a gown youth beseech
Witty Zoe's process barely outstanding
Timidly turning formidable forty - - - -
Truth had evaded fathomed planning
Age expectations are pure semantics!
Trajectory questions finally sorted
Embracing increasing, relaxed stance decided
Zoe dresses in fearless effervescent
Category defiant, her latitude desirable
Zeal's spirit reveals pleasant surprises
Takes unashamedly from unfolding present
Written for : Time Poem Contest
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Originated : 9th June 2020
Propped by God’s might
soul seeks light glow
shines bright with peace.
As good steward
I forward march
toward Christ’s prize.
*Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
November 30, 2020
Steward
labours well
as Christ’s servant*
…minister who’s faithful...
God-called!
*2Timothy 2:24 And the servant of the Lord must not strive; but be gentle unto all men, apt to teach, patient.
July 28, 2018
Do you satisfy your wife?
Let me do that to her
Things like that happen here
Nobody thought odd of it
Not even to the pissed couple bonking
In the school yard after hours
All the town's folk were this way
Thirsty and drinkers all the time
It was sort of local pride
Just like nailing a hole
Lots of dirty warm beer
And skanky holes
That type of town
Awesome people
CC 191 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
As God’s steward*
March forward then
Toward service-heights…
Ward off self-gains.
Propped by God’s might
Seek truth’s light glow
Shine bright with bliss
Fight for the right!
*Luke 12:42 And the Lord said, Who then is that faithful and wise steward, whom his lord shall make ruler over his household, to give them their portion of meat in due season?
**Modified with four lines having the 4th, 3rd, 2nd, and 1st syllables rhyming.
April 17, 2019
A diabetic to his steward
On the table is your sack letter,
Beside my unfinished tea, no better;
Four photocopies of it in my file,
Their original to be collected by you;
Sure evidence that your stewardship was all rubbish
And that, henceforth, I would to you be snobbish.
Your offence was the many sugar cubes in my tea,
For which I had painfully continued to pee;
A bizarre blood sugar level from the lab!
Pictures of my grave finished off with a slab!
Yours was a clever murder move,
My ceaseless tremors there to this prove.
You‘d tried to my door unbolt to an undertaker
And my journey begin back to my maker.
You may now go to my sitting room
For your last wage
But don’t fail to storm my bedroom
For your luggage.
And, please, do forget my clothes in the Laundry,
For even now, they badly sense my quandary.
I humbly regard God’s standard
Ascending with faith’s might upward
Worshiping Him with grateful praise
Serving the Master by His grace
As His called, upheld blessed steward*.
*Luke 12:42 And the Lord said, Who then is that faithful and wise steward…
March 21, 2019
S
Stewards
Stand guard
Secure in place
Serving as loyal soldiers
Selfish souls like weeds wither
April 4, 2022
New form called, alphoppet