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The Ghost of Edgar Allan Poe

Accosted many years ago
By the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe
I'm now obliged to come forthright
About that dark eye-opening night.

It's only fair to let you know
I've held a torch for Mr. Poe
It's all because of the ink of his pen
That my love for poetry did begin.

(His sad, sad tale arrested me;
the saddest tale I've ever known.
Small wonder then when he chose me,
an easy prey, home all alone)

Toiling to write like him for years
Happy was I when his ghost appeared.
A tragic figure past, present and now 
He entered my room with a humble bow.

And fixed me with a haunting stare
And whispered softly 'life's not fair.'
I nodded my head just to agree
When a strange sensation took hold of me.

Possession felt more than 9/10's of the law
I felt frozen and badly in need of a thaw.
My body, not mine now was his to command;
Just a shell, a mere puppet, at the will of this man.

His voice so melodic, belied malice or vice.
He drew near to the fireplace, the warm hearth felt nice.
There was music, a waltz, seemed familiar {mere chance?)
Embracing the moment we started to dance.

His thoughts were with mine now
And mine were with his
And I swear by my bank book
As long as I live

The unbearable pain of his loss gripped my heart
And the moment I fainted we were ripped apart.
He was anguished at how he had handled his grief,
How his life was cut short by his own inner thief.

He'd wanted to write more
His mind was an ark
Just those few moments with him 
Woke the poet in my heart.

And so it happened in just one night
He taught me verse; he taught me rhyme
And stretched my mind to higher heights
That's quite developed over time.

He's never visited my bedroom since 
Or with my body had his way.
He left me with this gift or sixth sense
Of a fire for poetry that burns in my veins.

Unfinished business is quite finished now.
Passing on I imparted to him 'quid pro quo.'
'Rest in peace, the whole world 
Knows your name Mr. Poe.'

-Reta Pruitt
July 22.2018

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Words of a Born Again Man

When I began to be born again 
I no longer saw with the eyes of man
I began to see with spiritual eyes
I began to hear with a spiritual ear
My tongue formed words that my 'father' taught
As he filled my mind with his spiritual thoughts.

Ageless and ancient at once I became.
The 'Lord' calls me by a different name
Transfigured by 'Him' and his to keep
No shepherd has taken better care of his sheep.

Shall I tell you what my spirit eyes see
What lies beyond; what soon shall be
I must tell you with my spiritual tongue that my father taught
While he filled my mind with his spiritual thoughts
Speaking in tongues that none can hear save he who has a spiritual ear
I will spill the secret in a single breath, few though it be who pass this test

What lies beyond and soon shall be 
Persist in Genesis 1, 2, and 3
Hear , think and speak oh spirit filled man
For now you know what no one else can.
A parable, another clue oh born again man I give to you
Six days have I labored and labor to write
What you now read so passes six nights

And now so that you do not sin, the spirit speaks lay down your pen
And take to you the Sabbath's rest, while men strive hard to pass this test.
The spirit speaks, a promise makes 
That in the morning when I wake
Restored, renewed, reborn I'll take
My pen in hand and strive to make the work I had begun to make.

A work in progress, soon to be a part of all eternity
For times and times and times
Times three.

RETA PRUITT
August 18, 2016

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Just Stick It To Me, Please

Wednesday night, hard at work
We strove to get the paper out;
Our goal to met the deadline
And secure the daily routes.

But then an accident occurred,
A case of slice and dice and dread.
A finger slipped, now padded tip
Was hanging by a thread.

Unable to stop the flow of blood,
The victim quite distressed
We opted for the ER
All hoping for the best.

And luckily the doc on call
Was ready to perform.
"The bark is worst than the bite,
The blood worst than the harm.

He raised two hands, t'was plain to see
To him it didn't matter.
"Stitches or glue, it's up to you."
All eyes lent toward the latter.

A questioning smile to prompt my choice
Which all but put me at my ease.
I shook my head and closed my eyes
"Just stick it to me, please."

A true, if colorful presentation
co/my mom-Reta Pruitt
August 17,2018

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Heaven

'O HEAVEN, of my Father,'
Eternal and limitless you be;
So full of light, no less your might
And host to all eternity.

A holy, hallowed province,
And so has ever been.
Nothing corrupt; not human flesh 
Has ever interred in.

So how to speak of 'everlasting,'
I feel that no one here can know.
To get a truthful understanding,
You really have to go.


September 7, 2018
For Contest
(And for all who seek the mystery, that is HEAVEN)






Reta Pruitt 2018

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Wake Up and Smell the Tea

(This poem is a lightly satirical look back in history at what 
  was known as the Boston Tea Party)


Something's brewing on the Dartmouth
"Are those Mohawks that we see."
No, but over-taxed colonists crying
"Wake up and smell the tea."

England taxed her colonies monies
Which they could ill-afford
So they had a 'tea off' party
Dumping tea bags overboard.

England did not heed that warning
Her far away nostrils could not smell
How the tea did brew and simmer 
On Boston's waters as they swelled.

Swelling high on tides of freedom
That only fate could see
But too late for dear old England
To wake up and smell the tea.


RETA PRUITT
August 21, 2016

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Finally

Finally we were alone
Bridesmaids; best man all gone home
We eyed the gifts piled on the rug
Bill looked at me, I gave a shrug
Tomorrow would be soon enough
Tonight we'd focus just on us
And like a flame that grew and grew
Our burning kisses did ensue
And soon our clothes were tattered rags
Phone ringing, door bell; distant nags
Somehow our room we gained at last
Observed by just the mirror glass
And though you'd like to know much more
Friend, this is where we shut the door


RETA PRUITT
August 23, 2016

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A Man of Few Words

(woman)"Just cause I didn't smile at you
Just cause I didn't wave
I'll not wear feelings on my sleeve
That's no way to behave.

But it could be, that I like you 
Maybe like you quite a lot
You won't know because you've given up
My heart is tied in knots.

I'll tell you what you need to do
Come over to my house
Knock on the door, 'no violins'
You're a fiddler, not a Strauss.

And if I do not answer
It's because I'm mad at you
You've made me lose my temper
Something I swore not to do.

Now listen up, tomorrow
Come back and try again
Knock, cordially, about three times
But I won't let you in.

That's when you firmly clear your throat
And in your sternest voice
Demand I open up the door
Don't give me any choice.

I'm feeling pretty flustered now 
Still we've got to iron this out
Okay, now where did I leave off?"
(man)' I guess I'm in the house.'

"Oh yes, that's right, I've let you in
Don't act surprised to see
My hair is done, my face made up
The hem above my knee.

Pretend there's nothing baking
Though the smell does captivate 
Fresh rolls; a well dressed fatted duck
And cause it's getting late

You may as well attempt 
To hold my hand, but no 
Those puckered lips you'll tuck right in
Or out the house you'll go.

Some other would be wooers
I've kicked right out the door
T'was one or two, no there were three
Pray don't be number four.

I've planned this well and all is set
We've made it up the hill
Now ask the fated question 'Sir'
((man) ' Will you...'
     "Of couse, I will."


RETA PRUITT
September  4, 2016

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The Toothache

I wish that I had choked and died
On those chocolate candy bars.
I wish my mom had tanned my hide
About those tempting cookie jars.

I wish that I'd been tarred and feathered
For the dinners that I skipped
Because I preferred to gorge my taste
On Lays Potato Chips.

I'd like of course to quite forget
The delightful sweet 'life savers'
Which turned out to be unfortunately
A roll of nice teeth haters.

I wonder why my father 
Didn't put a final stop
To the in-and-out of the refrigerator door
For another soda pop.

In truth, I would have received more mercy
From a family of alligators
Than the sticky, gooey caramel
Of flavored 'Now and Laters'.

The bantering I'll put aside
For I must now reflect 
On the searing pain that's gripped me
Consuming tooth and jaw and neck.

I do agree the joke's on me
Now would someone please find
The 'painkillers'; the Orajel
Before I lose my mind.


RETA PRUITT
August 8, 2016

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To the Bride, With Love, From the King

I give you more abundant life 
I've cleansed you of all sin
I've clothed you with undying love 
The apple of my eye you've been.

With bread and wine I fed you
Flesh of my flesh you are
You are my bride elect
I am your 'bright and morning star.

As we unite in marriage
In the body we're made one
It's a three-fold cord that binds us 
Father, Holy Ghost and Son.

Eternity awaits us 
The long awaited kingdom's come
A life of heavenly proportions 
And it's only just begun.


RETA PRUITT
August 19, 2016

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The Galactic Way

Galactic is our universe
Enhanced by wonder lust
Of stars that want to show their tails
Before they turn to dust.

Much like my sister and her mister
Out to light the town
In their galactic Lamborghini
Loaded all around.

And if they race like stars that hast
To blind with their bright lights
They might end up, a black hole stuck
And that would serve them right.


RETA PRUITT
August 30, 2016
(For contest)