Best Talents Poems
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
Precious are the uncut stones God gifts us,
but their loveliness remains concealed
until we cut them open and polish them.
God's glory in their radiance is then revealed.
With gratitude, put your gems on display.
Increase in His favor; store them not away.
Her poetic mind is uncannily artistic,
She can make a long grocery list
Sound like an art of Shakespeare
and still forget the humble Pear!
With her talent she writes poems
She can express the emotions
We didn’t even know we had …
Like crying over a sock losing its pair.
Her goals are so lofty
Even the moon gets FOMO
When you talk about them...
I finally came to know how she
Writes the prize winning poems
With profound artistic acumen,
She probably interviews her pen
Before letting it touch the paper!
Keep on writing my beloved poet
Sure, one day you will be the greatest !
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
“TALENTS," WORK FOR THE
MASTERS INTEREST
Working against master’s interest
wise slave not want to do.
Nor should any Christian today
Including me… and you.
Imagine, one talent’s value
way back in Bible days.
Laboring man earn in fourteen years
what silver talent... pays.
Talents were given to each slave
according to ability.
Not like, one mina for each slave.
this time talents …did see.
First slave given five, second, two
to another, just one.
Illustration, shows the privilege,
increase followers…each one.
According to ability
Masters goods, in slaves care.
Should show interest in his estate
build up their…Master’s share.
Even if didn’t want to invest
or diligently trade.
Deposit in the bank so sure,
some interest would be made.
Wicked slave, one who did nothing
with silver that he had.
Buried and hidden, laid idle
didn’t make Master…glad.
Working against Master’s interest
In effect what he did.
Are we in some way doing same
Pray not…heaven forbid!
Working for our Master’s interest
what everyone should do.
Are you out making disciples?
If Christ did…we should too!
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September 21, 2018 copyright
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When one is looking for work or employment to feed their family,
Try all routes possible and get as creative as you can be,
Make a list of all talents you have no matter how big or small,
You would be surprised where this might take you after all.
I know how to do mommy blogs and reviews with some flair,
So I thought to use that talent, it might take me somewhere,
I posted up ads throughout the internet city of this gift,
Hoping God up above sends me a "help me with a blog" drift.
A distinguished rich man went abroad,
Entrusting his slaves with his fortune.
The goal to increase what each had received;
One got five, one got two, one got one.
To augment the master’s great wealth,
The diligent ones worked so hard.
They doubled their goods as best that they could.
But the slack one, alas, was a coward.
Time passed and the master returned
His assets to reclaim on that day.
Well done faithful ones, my esteem you have won.
Wicked slave, you‘re a disgrace, go away.
The master then gave the rewards
To his servants who did loyal deeds.
In the Kingdom they’ll reign, to do more of the same,
And bring blessings to those who give heed.
THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Holly Hippocampus
Submitted October 3, 2018
Sparks of inspiration fueled frisson building, crafting,
designing, a gamut of glorious finished products, that
offset bereft reaction dad experienced at workplace.
Seventh heaven for him found in the cellar at "Glen
Elm", where freelance dadaist artist, this detail
potential heresy if management got wind of dough
less than enthusiastically firstly sprouted out
(then whispered down the ally) far from domain dollars
doled re: paycheck. When off hours prevailed, thee
extremely adroit, deft, galvanized phalanges (tethered
at the wrist) wrought living, fascinating breathing
blueprints (formerly figments) alive. Thy paternal
parent poured heart and soul into self concocted
projects summoned forth from lathe as an artisan,
whose abundant treasured trove housed innovative
creations (now long since dashed to smithereens,
when the faded glory sans 324 level road defeated
against wrecking ball minus Miley Cyrus).
Now, he evinces considerably less inconsolably
distraught bereavement since securing love from
a lovely lady, unlike me mum as night and day),
idle dextrous hands remain retired of my
octogenarian widower papa, no longer
plies adeptness commanding manual co
ordination once coaxing finished product. Emotional
grief wrought via death of Harriet (the bride he
wedded well nigh 'bout a half century in duration),
and remained faithfully married, her death
(more'n a dozen years ago), viz grim reaper stoled, snatched,
snagged his loving mate. Twas for her eyes
he contrived, finessed, harnessed his ingenious joy.
“A Man of Lost Talents”
We all have talents
Mine the most precious of all
Without a doubt
It is something
I could live without
Some would say it’s a surprise
Some would say it’s remarkable
Some would say it’s incredible
Me, thinks, “Fantastic.”
My wife says I could do much more
If I would quit............things
She says I would have more time
If I would quit............things
Maybe, I could declutter my life
If I would quit............things
I must say it is indeed
A talent that I could live without
But what fun would that be?
I would love to teach others this talent.
I would make a great mentor.
There is always someone
Willing to pay for a great talent.
If I would quit............things
I am the “Master”
I think it’s genetic
Perhaps inherited
Maybe bathetic
Certainly pathetic.
What the hell is bathetic?
So where did the tic come from?
My mother was of German decent
And they never.............anything.
But Me,
Something is always amiss.
I am always happy except
When I.............. things
My glasses, my billfold, my credit card,
My place in a book, my car, and, of course, my keys.
And then,
There is my mind.
I say,
Where the hell did it go?
She said,
I really don’t know.
I say,
It has to be near.
She said,
You just forgot
What you thought?
I said,
No!
I just thought
What I forgot.
I asked,
What happens when I get
Old and gray?
She said,
It won’t matter,
You’re lost anyway.
I say,
Who took my *&#$%@ pen?
A true tale I will tell of an old timid man
Who was known for his strange, funny rhymes.
But his doggerel junk had this man in a funk
For he knew it would ne’r see the Times.
“Could he find someone kind who would help him,” he thought
“Are there those in this world who might care?”
Then a forum of poets, a quorum of "know its"
Gathered 'round who had oodles to share.
So he wrote; although scared, and they read, then they shared
Lots of tips that would help him along.
Now his humor still flows in both rhyme and in prose
But his meter and form are now strong.
Just imagine the shame, had this man quit the game
And just buried his gift way back then.
It took courage ‘tis true but the joy that he knew
Soon grew greater than gold in the end!
For the “Parable of the Talents” Contest
Sponsored by: Holly Primerano
September 20, 2018
The politeness ate at itself until what was left; the bare bones of anger.
This rage didn't find pleasure in the company of others.
It sat in a corner, conjuring up schemes that slowly collected dust.
There by his side, laid a mysterious book, when opened revealed nothing but vacant pages.
In the dampness of the couch, he sat staring into it mumbling feverishly.
What seemed to outdo eternity, suddenly a swift motion surprised his own senses.
His hand found the finely carved wrinkles around her neck, carefully tracing where it ended.
Like a complex map, her body reflected old age yet a strange sense of innocence.
He found mad pleasure in seeing such purity in her worn soul vehicle.
The ritual was about to take place, euphoria suddenly occupying his vision.
Winter of terror filled her whites while her weak arms tried to push him away.
Bloodshot and blue, her limbs merged with the furniture; cold and unconscious.
THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS
The grave he dug, the monument he built.
No one saw the single coin that died so fast.
No time for a blessing, nevertheless knees stained,
In the dingy, dirty dark where seeds lambast.
On topsoil, five coins flitter between a man’s fingers.
The magician amazes the crowd, he doubles his wages.
His master will cheer him on, with soulful eyes.
Of his faithfulness, angels dictate lovely pages.
Yes, those who doubled their score whether small or great
will find favor and a hefty inheritance at the pearly gates.
But for the ones who bury their treasure and sit upon it
a sharp shovel will grovel, gripe and shape their fate.
10/7/2018
Contest: The Parable of the Talents
Sponsor: Holly Hippocampus
ALL TYPES OF GIFTS GIVEN
COOKING, ORGANIZING
GIFT MAKING, EVENT PLANNING
SINGING, WRITING GOSPEL SONGS
FASHION SHOPPER, A DESIGNER
ARTWORK, A PASSION IN REAL ESTATE
TALENTED ENDLESS, EVERLASTING
A TRAVELER.
WHERE TO BEGIN
FROM THE FINISH TO THE END?
ENTREPRENEURSHIP, LEADERSHIP, MISSIONARY WORKER TOO
GIVING BACK TO THE COMMUNITY
DESTINATION HAS FOUND YOU.
TALENTS AND GIFTS
ALL WRAPPED AND LIFTED
CREATIVITY IN MANY
A FOUNDER
A MOTHER
A GRAND-MOTHER TOO
A GIVER
INSPIRING
A GREAT STRONG SURVIVOR
A BLACK WOMAN OF DESTINY
POWERFUL, STRONG MINDED
CHEERFUL, AND KIND
NON-SELFISH
UNDERSTANDING
A STRONG WILL MIND.
NOT HIDDEN
FULL FIGURED
REVEALED
UNSEALED.
Talents hidden
Reflected on ones talents hidden
Yearns to find ones way to go
Within the worlds we know
Between objective unknowns
of subjective known’s
Perceptive to its elements
mastered needful inclinations
through journeys deep and long
Maladapted to injustice
to gain what knowledge needed
within the non thing of its being
we rise to face the day
confused within the turmoil’s
of hidden forces
repelled and joined in tensioned knots
unwind within the all of all
in the everywhere of nowhere
Germinating elements within its wholes
ephemeral as being passed
reflected shadows on the walls
displayed for those who see
regrets of yesterdays replaced
in hopes today so we can make our way
Harry Potter book on lap
Laughing with friends in pool
Ashley at twelve is all that
Perceptive, aloof and cool
Second concert Allstar Weekend
First was Jonas Brothers
More concerts she will attend
No doubt there will be others
Drawn to adventurous things
In books, dreams or when awake
Taking risks by exploring
Nature and camping by a lake
With animals she shares words
They actually talk back to her
Dogs, cats, horses even birds
A Dr. Doolittle she is for sure
Teachers adore her deep intellect
Friends appreciate her big heart
It is apparent to all she is in effect
Unique, special, loving and smart
A writer, yarn knitter and reader
So many gifts and hidden talents
A listener and a natural healer
She on this earth is very balanced
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