Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Desire

Desire Burns Within, photo by smkybear from flickr

Desire

Hunger and thirst
Until what is inside
Comes out in a burst
A yearning tide
Until outpourings
Release and reside


© January 29, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


“I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.” –Song of Songs 8:4


This poem, Desire, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, October 29, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

On the Flipside

Flipside Burger Bar, photo by drew robinson, from Flickr

On the Flipside

If this end is up
And the other is down
. . .If upside-down . . .
Someone is making
A turnaround


© January 21, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


This poem, On the Flipside, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, October 1, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Tenuous

Insecure, photo by Sagise from Flickr

Tenuous

Tread lightly
Upon my heart
Burden slightly
Insecurity
Comes nightly


© January 17, 2013, Robbie Pruitt



Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Pour

Pouring Liquid Gold, photo by The Puzzler

Pour

Soaked in
Love
Filled within
Then poured
Out again


© January 4, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


“But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.” –Titus 3:4-7


This poem, Pour, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, August 20, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Nativity

Church of the Nativity Demo at 11th & Mt. Vernon, 
by Michael Bixler

Nativity

The Church
Has left
The building
Birthed from
Demolition
To Immanuel
No building
To contain
The Almighty
Omnipresent
To dwell

The building
Has left
The Church
Free from
Enclosure
God is with us
Spirit
In the hearts
Of humanity
Like Dove
Will perch


© August 1, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


This poem, Nativity, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, August 6, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.


My friend Michael Bixler is an excellent photographer, artist, writer, videographer and “adventurer” who took the photo above, Church of the Nativity Demo at 11th & Mt Vernon. Like much of his work, it captivated me and inspired the poem Nativity. Bixler has provoked me to poetry with Motel and Ghost Lake back in October of 2012, with his photo Late Autumn Epiphany in November, and with Homage back in December of 2012. I am a huge fan of his work and am grateful he allows me to use his art as my muse. To see more of Michael Bixler’s work, click here, here, or here.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Simply

Time and Space, photo by Brisbane Falling, from Flickr

Simply

I embrace
Time
With you


© March 1, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


This poem, Simply, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, July 9, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Starting Out

Start, photo by JakeandLindsay Sherbert
from Flickr, jakeandlindsay

Starting Out

Just begin
Start out
From where
You are
And go
To where
You will end
Just begin


© March 14, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, July 9, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Coffee Bean

Coffee Beans, Photo by Nate Steiner, from Flickr

Coffee Bean

From bean to brew
The roast, the grind,
The water—
It filters through
From cherries on trees
To peaceful aroma and steam
The nectar that puts us at ease


© June 25, 2013, RobbiePruitt


This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, July 2, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Born Again

Born Again, photo by ۞DLB۞, from Flickr here

From the Born Inside Us Prompt from Tweetspeak’s Every Day Poems: “What is waiting to be born inside you today? Perhaps give it birth in a poem.”

“For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God.” –1 Peter 1:23

Born Again

Healing emerged
From within
Born from inside
Letting new life begin


© March 15, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, June 25, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Mountain Laurel

Mountain Laurel, photo by Jason Hollinger, pellaea, from Flickr

Tomorrow, May 29th, my wife Irene and I will celebrate nine years of marriage. One afternoon, about ten years ago, we hiked to this beautiful mountain cove with a stunning view of a waterfall. Irene painted and I wrote several poems. This is one of those poems about our love that the Mountain Laurel witnessed that day, before we knew.

Mountain Laurel

The Mountain Laurel sees little in their mountain cove
In their little huddle they call a grove
Hugging tightly the weathered steeps
Rooting down to watery deeps

Love roots down like the love the Laurel observed
On that fresh and new spring day,
As love hugged tightly the weathered steeps,
Reaching deeply to love’s refreshing waters deep.

The Mountain Laurel saw love that spring day
     in their mountain cove,
From their little huddle they call a grove,
They hugged tightly to love’s steeps and to how love shows,
Rooting down to love’s deeps,
     and now the Mountain Laurel knows.

© Robbie Pruitt, 2003

This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, May 28, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for thisweek’s poems.

Kalmia, Mountain Laurel, photo by InAweofGod'sCreation 

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Park Swing

Would You like to swing on a Star, photo by mandolin davis

Park Swing

My city she sleeps
As she dreams and thinks of you
How she once held you
And cradled you in her arms

Watching your beauty
As you swung under the full moon’s light
And she misses you
And I miss you


© 2000, Robbie Pruitt

A poem from Finlay Park, Downtown Columbia, SC

This was one of the poems rejected for Sense of the Midlands, a poetry compilation coming out later this year from Muddy Ford Press. It is exciting that they picked up my poem ‘What the Moon Say’ for the book. I am thrilled about this project and honored to be a part of it. More to come.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Love Carries

Ocean, photo by Stephen Edgar, from Flickr

Love Carries

Love carries like an ocean’s tide
Carries along two lovers
By the shoreline
The cold wind against them
Under overcast skies
As they bask in the sunlight
Of love filled eyes


© 2001, Robbie Pruitt

     Inspired by a long walk on the beach--
          in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, May 7, 2013. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Anticipation

Anticipation, photo by Rebecca L. Daily from Flickr

Anticipation

Holding
Hands
Open
Need
Desire
Empty
Craving
Hungry
Anticipating


© February 19, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, April 29, 2013

Noticed

Coffee Shop, photo by edenpictures from Flickr

Noticed

We locked eyes
Momentarily
As you scanned
The room
Full of people
Awaiting a moment
Lingering and expecting
Anticipating
The door jingled
And he walked through
Your expression said it all
As you passed by
Noticed
For the first time


© February 12, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Hope

Hope, photo by mrsdkrebs from Flickr

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” –Hebrews 11:1

Hope

Hope
She hangs on
Until tomorrow
Hope is assured
Of time borrowed
Hope
Is exacted in faith
That tomorrow
Will relinquish
Its sorrow


© February 11, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.”  –Hebrews 11:6 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Words of Gray

Cracked Earth Seamless Texture, 
photo by Patrick Hoesly from Flickr

Words of Gray

The words you uttered
Caused my heart to bleed
And you to leave
Echoes swarm the mind
Of words not spoken
Only what was assumed
As you walked away
And dispersed into gray


© February 8, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Friday, April 26, 2013

Sidestep

EVADE, photo by Big Ed Mustapha, from Flickr

Sidestep

If I’m shifty
Eyed
Would you
Let it slide
If I’d elude
Would it be
Misconstrued
If you’d reflect
And I’m
Circumspect
Don’t reject
If you’d persuade
And I’d evade
Would you’ve stayed
If things were eschew
Would you
Know what to do
If we circumvent
We’ll never know
What it meant


© January 21, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Buttons


Buttons, photo by sharonstoned1Meike Schönhütte, Flickr

For a soundtrack to this poem, listen to Buttons by SIA here

Buttons

You push my buttons
And I push your buttons
These buttons
Look like labyrinths
In the way they swirl
And look—In pattern
These buttons
Have rings like Saturn
These buttons
Conceal and hook
These buttons reveal
All that we mistook
Did we miss a button
. . .or was it overlooked?


© February 2, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poems Like Bread

Give Us This Day, photo by Mr. Kris, from Kris on Flickr

"It is written, man shall not live by bread alone, but by every Word that proceeds from the mouth of God" –Jesus, Matt. 4:4

Poems Like Bread

Poetry is like bread.
The Word sustains
We get life from what is said
Poetry is like bread.
Expressions we feast on
The Word we ponder in our head
Poetry is like bread.
The Word brings life
And resurrects the dead

Poetry is like Bread.


© February 5, 2013, RobbiePruitt


"It is written, man shall not live by bread alone, but by every Word that proceeds from the mouth of God" –Jesus, Matthew 4:4

“They are not just idle words for you--they are your life. By them you will live long in the land you are crossing the Jordan to possess." –Deuteronomy 32:47

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Blue

Weird Blue Dot, photo by awshots, Richard from Flickr

Blue

Melancholy
Uttering regret
Despondency
In response to you
Enveloped by blue


© March 5, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Monday, April 22, 2013

All is Yours

Give Up, photo by bk2204, brian carlson, from Flickr

All is Yours

Since all is yours
Who are we—we are nothing
Nothing to look at—nothing to see

Since all is yours
We give generously
Pour out abundantly

Since all is yours
We give nothing
From our own hand

Since all is yours
We are beholden to you and
Are at your command


© March 16, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


"But who am I, and who are my people, that we should be able to give as generously as this? Everything comes from you, and we have given you only what comes from your hand.”
–1 Chronicles 29:14

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Our Coffees Have Become Famous


Photo by Mark Winterbourne | Photography from Flickr.com 


Our Coffees Have Become Famous

It’s not our friendship
Nor has coffee gone awry
It’s your paparazzi
They have gotten me shy


© March 4, 2013, RobbiePruitt

Saturday, April 20, 2013

City of Exile by Glynn Young

Photography by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures
Used with permission.

I am excited to guest post the poem City of Exile by my friend in poetry Glynn Young for National Poetry Month. Glynn is an excellent poet and writer and is the author of A Light Shining, Dancing Priest, and the blog Faith, Fiction, Friends. Glynn writes extensively about faith and culture, life and work and writes for The High Calling and Tweetspeak Poetry. It has been a great pleasure and joy reading Glynn’s work over the years and I am sure you will enjoy it too. Here is the poem City of Exile by Glynn Young.


City of Exile

A city of granite walls
and marbled streets, cold,
a city of exile, not inclined
to mercy or pity. I walk
the streets of the city
of exile, sent, preferring to be
in the belly of the whale.

Faces of strangers confront
the stranger’s face, my face,
and I listen, sent to listen
and to pray for this city
of exile, this place of aliens
for aliens. My footsteps echo
on hollow stones.

I walk the streets of this city
of exile, to seek my home
I this city thirsting for light,
the light I thirst for, seek
desire in this city exile where
few speak and none smile.
My singing attracts stares.


By Glynn Young
Faith, Fiction, Friends

Friday, April 19, 2013

Treasure in the Field

Field photo by Lel4nd, Leland Francisco, from Flickr

Treasure in the Field

A jewel laid long ago
In a secret place
Where few would go
Called out from concealment
Beckoning everyone to know
The treasure in this field
Would soon be revealed
Her value more precious
Than gold or life,
If anyone would pay the price,
Sell all that was owned
And buy that secret place.
Trespasses would be forgiven
And Glory would adorn each face.


© March 14, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Vintage

Cover Photo of 'Crying At The Low Bar,' 
courtesy of ‘The Sparklers,’ from their album 
‘Crying At The Low Bar,’ © July 2012

Vintage

You’re my retro lover
Floral patterned
Undercover 
Style—
I’m worth it
Stay a while
Under slanted roof
Look at me
I’m your proof
Retro—
Throw back
You want to go?
Flash—
For show
Nothing you want to know?
Vinyl record
And duffle bag
Be my feedback stag 
Let’s make life
A drag


© January 7, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Remise

Photo from Flickr by Storm Crypt

Remise

Looking where
We last saw it
Searching
For tenderness
Discovering
What we had dismissed
Searching
For compromise
Remise


© March 7, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Pine Barren

In The Pines, photo courtesy of Michael Bixler
© March 17, 2013

Pine Barren

Blood cries
From the ground
Desolate
My heart
Pines
Barren
Tall stalks
Tower
Long walks
Buried beneath
Overtures
Bleak


© January 7, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


My friend Michael Bixler is an excellent photographer, artist, writer, videographer and “adventurer” who took the photo above of the Pine Barrens, In The Pines. Like much of his work, this photo captivated me and inspired the poem Pine Barren. Bixler has provoked me to poetry with Motel back in October of 2012, Ghost Lake also in October of 2012, Late Autumn Epiphany last November, and Homage back in December of 2012, I am a huge fan of his work and am grateful he allows me to use his art as my muse. To see more of Michael Bixler’s work, click here, here, or here.

Monday, April 15, 2013

The Door

 
Photo of the purple door from Flickr by Patrick Feller

The Door

HE
RE
IA
M!

Standing
Knocking
                         Calling
         Anticipating

Will you dine with me?
Enter into eternity
Transcend beyond
This closed door–
What little you see


© February 4, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.”  –Revelation 3:20

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Flower


Flower photo from Flickr by audreyjm529

Flower

Soft petals
Funnel
Along smooth
Rounded ridges
To center
Enter
Before the coming
Of winter


© February 5, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Too Old to Hula

Photo from Tweetspeak Poetry

Too Old to Hula

No poems of pink
Hula Hoops
Smiling faces
Turn to frown droops
Life drags
And the body sags
Joy stolen—an age grab
Color turns drab
From fun to “fab”
Too old to Hula
Inner child needs a Doula


© January 17, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Friday, April 12, 2013

She

Three Beers, photo by Kuba Bożanowski
Creative Commons, via Flickr

She

She spoke as the wind blew
Her words more blurry
With every pint of brew
The night would soon see to
What becomes of us
After three brew
The palms rustled
At the breeze off the sea
And there walked the one of us
For there was no she


© October 1, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


This poem, She, was originally submitted to the October Beer and Wine poetry prompt on Tweetspeak Poetry here. While it as not chosen, it got a mention here as “stiff competition.” I was very honored just to have written alongside of my friend Glynn Young and all the other wonderful poets on Tweetspeak. Glynn’s poem Art Form, With Beer was the best overall. You can see Glynn’s poetry and his winning poem on his website Faith, Fiction, Friends here.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Pilgrims Transforming

Transformation, photo by Hoot Owl from Flickr

“Beloved, I urge you as aliens and strangers to abstain from fleshly lusts which wage war against the soul.” –1 Peter 2:11, ESV

Pilgrims Transforming

There is no compromise
Looking to Jesus with these eyes
No sport with the enemy
No competition to be seen
We are non-conformers
We are transformers
Pilgrims and strangers
In a strange land—Aliens
To anything but God’s command
Feeding on The Bread Life
Which came down from heaven
We live without strife
Every Word of God—our food
And we avoid the Viper’s Brood
We baptize into new life—
New covenant people—Born again
Unfettered from slavery to our sin
We are pilgrims transforming
Settling for nothing less than restoration
With compromise—there is no norming
It is the very gates of Hell we are storming
Until His Kingdom comes, until His will is done
And all come to know Jesus, God’s own Son


© April 4, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

What Love Does

Rose Man, photo by Peachy Weasel from Flickr

What Love Does

Her timid laugh
Only perpetuated
My insecurities.
Like a shy little puppy dog
I stood there, rose in hand,
Seeking forgiveness,
Because that’s what love does.


© April 4, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Write a Song About It

I stole this photo above from Ray over at Overland
I hope he doesn’t mind. . . 

In April of 2012 my wife and I took the Sr. Class of QCS on their Sr. Trip to an Island off the south coast of Haiti, Isle a’Vaches. It was a blast, other than possibly having contracted Malaria. On the trip there was a Kompa band that came and played for us one night. They were all drunk, but they got the job done. One of the elder men lead us in “dance” and he was out of control. I have dance in quotes there, because I had never seen anything like what I saw and haven’t seen anything like that sense. I wanted to write a song about it, but I’m not talented like that.

My friend Ray Bennett is talented musically see. He could have written a song about it, but I had to write this poem instead of a song. Everybody loves Raymond. I met Ray at Café Amouri in Vienna, VA at an Open Mic Night. Ray carries his own sign to Open Mic Night. I didn’t have a sign, so Ray let me borrow his sign. It was great. He’s such a nice guy. This poem goes out to Ray for National Poetry Month, and to that dancing Haitian guy. This poem is also a natural follow up to Poetry Songs about that Haitian dancing guy here.

Here’s to you and the guys over at Overland Ray!

Write a Song About It

Going to write a song about it
When the wine pours freely
And the tears come near me
Going to put words to the blues
Sing about all the bad news
Going to write a song about it
Stand on the rooftops and shout about it
If there is any cloud or shadow, I’ll tout it
Underscore the hope and be about it


© July 18, 2012, Robbie Pruitt  

Monday, April 8, 2013

Rehearsal by Rod Meadth

Nazarene Street, drawing courtesy of Rod Meadth

The following poem, Rehearsal, as well as the drawing above, Nazarene Street, is courtesy of Rod Meadth. Rod is the secondary principal at Quisqueya Christian School in Port-au-Prince, Haiti where I teach. Rod is a gifted administrator and teacher and is a talented musician and a diverse artist. He is also a great boss. Most importantly, Rod loves Jesus and his family and is committed to glorifying God in all that he does. It is with great pleasure that I post his poem here for National Poetry Month.

Rehearsal

Above are glories shining,
               Down below are shadowlands,
The skies are your designing,
               Concrete cracking, human hands.
The morning sings out praises,
               While our faces face the mud,
Pink and grey and gold still blazes,
               Thoughts of flesh and lives of blood.
The days are drawing nearer,
               When you open up the skies,
Holding mud and concrete dearer,
               Will we even lift our eyes?

Poem and prayer by Rod Meadth

Prayer: Lord, we consider beautiful sunrises to be a rehearsal for Your Great Return. What a beautiful sky awaits! What colors, all putting on their very best final performance for the King of Kings! We fear that only man, in all his distraction, will fail in his choreography, having missed out on daily practice. May it not be so. Amen.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Silver Lines

Photo of tunnel and tracks at Harper’s Ferry 
courtesy of Russ Billo

Silver Lines

Riding the silver lines
The rails screech
Surrender—Against
One-tracked minds
What was hoped for
Just out of our reach
The days are not kind
Jostling boxcars over trestle
You made up your mind
Water under the bridge
So we no longer wrestle
The rails beneath us twist
Venture and run parallel
Time will carry us
Through stations
And only time will tell


© February 18, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Motel

Apple Tree Motel, photo courtesy of Michael Bixler

Motel

Hum of night
Red glow Catskills
Flicker of light
Neon Mountain stills
Motel—taillights
The road hums
To the Apple Tree
The chill of night
Numbs—red fades to red
Distance on our side
Slide Mountain—slide


© October 29, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


My friend Michael Bixler is an excellent photographer, artist, writer, videographer and “adventurer” who took the photo above. Like much of his work, it captivated me and inspired the poem Motel. Bixler has provoked me to poetry with Ghost Lake back in October of 2012, with his photo Late Autumn Epiphany last November, and with Homage back in December of 2012, I am a huge fan of his work and am grateful he allows me to use his art as my muse. To see more of Michael Bixler’s work, click here, here, or here.



The Apple Tree Motel sign during the day: https://plus.google.com/101311750252424984639/about?hl=en