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Minus The Plus

“Handmaid of Patriarchy”  
the garden rezoned
Embattled virility
misogyny cloned
 As Delilah revolts   
 a new Samson on scene
One half of the whole
left to drown in the stream
Each genders new quotient
to minus the plus
A He without Her
— the destruction of us

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)

The Coronation of the BVM

In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.

The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.

The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.

The Assumption of the BVM

Preserved from original sin by grace given by God,
In preparation for what she would do.
She lived to give the Father all glory praise and laud,
And in her loving care the Christ Child lived and grew.

She maintained her faith in Him even to the cross,
Always pointing out to us the Way.
Through her joys and sorrows, her glories and her loss,
We see an example of how to live each day.

The little handmaid of the Lord, great things are done for her,
So, we lay our worries by her side.
In her intercession, our confidence is sure.
For she points us to God, she is our certain guide.

	Finally, the Virgin, preserved from every sin,
	When the course of her earthly life was done,
	Was taken into heaven, assumed body and soul,
	That she might be conformed even closer to her Son.

Servant Heart

Servant Heart

O Lord, I know my need for you
For your grace like fresh borning dews
Your ready handmaid, scarred and flawed,
Servant to the servants of God.

You gift me music, ministry,
Writing rhymes from soul felt pleas,
To walk the rough roads you have trod,
Servant to the servants of God.

Let me be less, Lord, you be more,
This my prayer – this I implore –
A servant’s heart, humbled and awed,
Servant to the servants of God

Rhyme Rapp Flow Apollo

Tall tale
Inhale
Exhale
Fire-sale
Entrails

Stop watch clock

Detail
Retail
Question
Charity
Joke
Shop

Cunning Plot

Accusations
Conertation
Deviation
Meditation
Presentation

Flip Flop

Resonate
Elevate
Procrastinate
Incarcerate
Deviate

Box off

Morphine
Dopamine
Vaccine
Injection
Firework
Dynamite
Pill

Postage Stamp

Taxes
Cheque
Cash
Paper
Bitcoin
Bill
Gold
Diamond
Jewel

How much have you got 

Can you afford to loose

Can you make the roundabout
spinning stop

Drain the power from the main frame

Just how many times can the handmaid
escape

Before eventually getting caught

Crushing fresh red footprint track into 
yellow snow upon a blue grass 
landscape portrait

What's exactly lurking underneath the
bonnet hood

And have we sufficient rocket fuel left in
the tank

In order to survive re-entry in 1 piece

Apollo

9 - Dash . Dot - 11

OVER

That Gilded Cage

If I were famous, I would hide
Behind gates of that gilded cage
Displayed, my privacy denied
Burned by hot spotlights of the stage

Not for me is the glittered path
My face splashed across TV screens
Where strangers ask for autographs
I am the handmaid, not the queen

Celebrity can do some good
Help out a charitable cause
Supplying medicine and food
Giving true heroes the applause

I'm not immune to gold's allure
For cold hard cash, I just might switch
But from fame's name, I would detour
To be anonymously rich.

3/16/21

Handiwork of God

The Lord offered His wondrous love
Bringing forgiveness from above
I’m handpicked.

Upholding my faith’s fervent zeal
His truth-covenant shows great seal:
God’s handshake.

Saviour’s branch I am; He’s the vine
My heart accepts His work divine
as handmaid.*

Mighty sovereign of my soul
He leads toward triumphant goal
not offhand.

With Christ making my life blissful
I thank Him, being His grateful  
handiwork.

*Luke 1:38 And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word…

May 13, 2020
5th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1218" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/22/2023

The Queen of Poop

The Queen of Poop

Some call her the Queen of Poop
but this I can report
I have got the inside scoop
from someone on her court

News from in the castle states
a porcelain throne her seat
A pen, her tool when she creates
as others soon retreat

For often when she’s thinking and
the door is left ajar
The strangest kind of stinking can
be smelt so very far

Though no one there will mention,
for you know she is the Queen
No need to bring attention
if they keep the throne room clean

The grunting and the groaning
sometimes echoes down the hall
And often times it’s moaning
as a big one starts to fall

While some of them will smile
and at times might even blush
Each handmaid knows her style
every time they hear the flush

For then she gets to show’em
why so urgent was the need
By handing them a poem
that they cannot wait to read

And I am right there with them
for it falls into my plan
To read a poopy poem
from our favorite poet Jan

Carpenter Slash

Carpenter slash!
Hook up your heart my dear bae  from Iceland,
In your watch my hand laid in the armpit like a clown.
The moses vocal in the bush to the lord.

You bug my heart and put it in a lawn.
My heart wax that the cerebral could not hold its weight,

Little talk,carpenter slash on the head,
Why me and what could have been my worth,
That this greatness my life made?

Papa in his heart could not comprehend that ocean gorge from the ray,
In your mercy dear divine let this cup pass me by.

Be far from here you this pot of wine!
Your handmaid is not a drunk but making her request to Him that will make the pay.
Your faith has made you whole,
Go and sin no more.

No Thin Line Between Real Love and Hate

I drank of true love today 
In it's pure undiluted state,   
And all that I once thought was love
I now revile and hate.

The glow and glory of real love
Can best be felt and seen
In him in whom it first began;
Our god, our lord, our king.

The greatest love was his to give
A potent product of his word;
Thus when he speaks all things obey
To testify that he is heard.

Because he let me drink of it
I know I'll never be the same.
I sense it strongest in his word
So in his word I will remain

A willing handmaid of his love;
A maid-in-waiting for his return.
“Come quickly, lover of my soul,
And teach me love. I long to learn”.

RETA PRUITT
July 31, 2016

Twelfth Handmaid

Glints of stardust drip of winter's essence
 as frills of Sagittarian ornaments
ring in the birth of a cycle
flickering with the tempo
of mid-December’s equinox: she is
the twelfth month; the last goddess of angels,
kindling seraphic night passages
and fireplaces robed in leaves
of serenity and thawing roses...
phrase by phrase, page for page, arm in arm
with a hymnal litany,
the goddess of laced winds glides
on an altar of sacred eyes and lips,
chanting about gods, children ,and love.

Inhabiting a residence in grotto white,
she holds iced lanterns and dahlias 
to unfurl a season's finesse...
O angel of twelfth handmaid,
time will sing her ripened hope, her celestial rhyme
to revel in a tender parade
of flakes only evening's quilt can ever wrap.
Angel of the twelfth handmaid,
half- luminous, twice-content
virtues pure will encircle halo's Light, amen!

Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary

Angel Gabriel sent from God the Eternal Father
The virgin’s name was Mary
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you
The angel said to her “Do not be afraid Mary”

“You have found favor with God”
“You will conceive in your womb and bear a son”
“You shall name Him Jesus”
He will be great and son of the most High

Of His kingdom, there will be no end
Mary said to angel
How can this be
Since I have no relations with a man

The Holy Spirit will come upon you
The power of the most High will overshadow you
I am the handmaid of the Lord
Be it done to me according to your word

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Precious Heirloom

This precious heirloom from my grandma
is more than a little bit worn.
Sewn with infinitely tiny stitches,
it was much used  before I was born.

She was just twenty- three when she sewed it.
Her beloved was fighting a war.
Made I would guess for her hope chest,  
dated eighteen hundred sixty-four.

She had added her maiden initials,
so we know she was not married as yet.
I wish she had told me her story,
but my grandma and I never met.

It was passed down to me from a cousin
who had used it to cover her bed,
without giving a thought that our grandma
had made it before she was wed.

I’ve handed it down to my daughter 
who now gives it meticulous care.
This coverlet has long outlived the designer
but is elegant proof she was here.



Won no. 3 in "Anything Handmaid contest

Betrothed

My master gentle but not in battle                                                                                   
Above all in heaven and earth he is first                                                                             
As a lion reigns as a lamb slain from birth                                                                         
Power to destroy but gives all life                                                                                
Returning will he find faith I sure hope so                                                                  
Believing and waiting to be his wife                                                                               
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