#pardon
Pardon, pardon — but how?
Sen… senin face, your every moment—
a çok güzel hayat for you,
and for me… sadece jahannam.”
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
One minute to say “Goodbye”.
No words and no need to think of,
No grief of grudges and no regrets.
It’s the last minute of our love.
Your cold look and measured breathing,
Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune.
Could you and I imagined, my dear,
That we’d end up like this as soon?
The minute is dreadfully long.
It’s like the time completely stops.
We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul,
But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
"Ô Dieu, ai-je pris ta grâce pour acquise ?
Ai-je oublié la voie étroite que je dois traverser ?
Ai-je oublié que tu es saint et que tu ne vis que dans la sainteté ?
Il est vrai que tu aimes le pécheur, mais j'ai déjà été rachetée.
Tu m'as conduite à la vérité.
Et maintenant, qu'est-ce que je fais ? Deviens-je pire que les Galates ?
Suis-je en train d'oublier le sacrifice de la croix et la persévérance que tu nous exhorte à pratiquer ?
Deviens-je une paresseuse éternelle,
qui ne pense qu'au plaisir, somnolente dans ma chair ?
Père, pardonne-moi,
pardonne-moi, car j'ai laissé tomber toutes les voies que tu m'as apprises,
en laissant le laxisme et la paresse m'envahir.
Je ne comprends pas que je ne suis pas indispensable.
Je ne voudrais pas être mise de côté.
J'aimerais vraiment que tu m'utilises,
que je revienne à ma consécration,
à mon alliance et à mon amour premier.
Je te prie de ne point détourner ta face de moi.
Aide moi père
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 2:45 AM UTC
it seems Prez Grinch, has a job to commit
it's that time of year, we have to admit
turkey pardoning is indeed a big thing
Prez Grinch just loves it as he thinks he's a king
the turkey is chosen and brought to the garden
it struts and it clucks and Prez says ”Your Pardoned”...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 322
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Like, you float
and welcome the buoyancy
But
a mooring now and then
would be loved
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
when your president
old friend of yours
pardons you even before
you are legally sentenced
for assorted crimes
what do you call that?
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Your soul looks
More beautiful
Through
My eyes
Here I know
Unsaid
Unseen
Unheard
And
More than that
Silence
Inside the heart
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Pardon my actions if they are wrong,
Atleast inform me if it gets too long,
To see up the sky and follow the dawn,
Remember this thing- I'm not a pawn.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much?
Noticed I called you by your rightful title.
Negus
King, Ruler, Emperor
Not ***** or ******
The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable.
But anyway let's get back to it.
Why do you hate me?
Is it because of my full lips or my round hips?
My low tolerance for ********
The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin?
Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin.
Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion?
It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess!
So why not praise me for my natural features
Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements
Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale?
Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale.
But pardon my melanin
I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror
That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me
Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty
But pardon my melanin
My superiority is in my melanin
Encased in my skeleton
Our ancestors wouldn't like this
They would not be proud of that colorism that exist
They slander us for our features yet they list after it
This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit
You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother.
I am the fruit of this nation.
But pardon my melanin
So I'll ask again
Why do you hate me?
We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist
I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss
Melanin filled girls I am here to say
You are a queen never be afraid to be seen
The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd!
You are not ratchet bitter or mean
Youre a stunning melanin queen
So pardon my melanin?
Naw enlightened by me melanin.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
Crimson forces of dawn,
Pardon cowering failed night;
Change of reign again!
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
an American
tree with
mandarin flute
that made
cute in
her high
shoes where
courtier still
glazed midland
snow with
mistletoe on
this street
as lit
for shop
till the
new year
was shone.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Some men make me worry
Degrading treatment towards women seems to be ok
On their behalf I would like to say sorry
This kind of bahaviour needs to stop today
As a guy it sickens me
The sheer amount of disrespect
Rating women, calling them a lousy three
Something in your head must be defect
The other day I heard a colleague say
Don't worry about their names
I'm saving them by the codes
Each letter leading me on different roads
"S" means hot, "X" is for a one time use
I was aghast, no I was shocked
In my opinion this is resembling abuse
After that further chat had to be blocked
A dark day for a believer of human dignity
No human should be reduced to an object
Fellow men, stand up when facing this immorality
This is a wrong we need to correct
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Alternately titled: arm ugh gut tin
Aye dread getting **********
and getting washed
even without spectacles
that haint no mo' six-pack ab
which nearly rock-ribbed
mid equatorial zone shapeshifted
into corpuscular blubbery
ancillary physiognomy
where aye wanna bab
bull posttraumatic stressed out
middle age battle of the bulge.
Season sponged pants squarely
and tightly across the equatorial adipose tissue
requiring mister crab
to clamp down with pincers
viz primitive liposuction
whence rustling scupper
will efface this trireme
where three-ply
tread fully and tirelessly dab
bull to ameliorate
rolls of extra flesh alien
to what stacked
as an athletic sculpted body.
Now no prolong inhalation
get with steely mettle hie trite to iron out the flab
thus this part
and parcel of senescence,
yet auxiliary buttressed dermis
effect forming gorged girth
giving "love handles" grab
reigniting reign of prepubescent anorexia nervosa,
bootstrapped now wen frankly
zaps distorted self-image.
Evoked holocaust repugnant
rolls of fat insta jab
stubborn thoughts of self-loathing
entice me to become a lab
bore a tory guinea pig to restore
prime of life when five foot ten
alignment could nab
first place in a slick couture magazine
from the neck down
taut torso bearing
fashion model and
teen idol where tab.
To stand stock still until Shutterfly
would SnapChat
rippled tummy, could
fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash
now, aye haint so gorge ***
WhatsApp with
a faux pregnant protuberance,
though thankfully
derriere still rather dash
ing, which palm pilot sized buttocks
doth newt offset.
Lost battle of the bulge,
where diet tribes furloughed in a flash
abandoning their respective stations,
gnome hatter sinusoidal
parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash
my toothless mouth for lack of means
to stave of the depredations
of slump pin proletariat
allowing me a hash.
Tag with hefty weight, acquiescing
this Pillsbury doughboy blivet
to subject himself to the sharp
stings of a cool whip lash
bearing the snap against raw skin as due process
and supplication for atlas shrug
ging his shoulders
at the fountainhead naming me mash
shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation.
Insulation fiberglass around midsection, and
how ma late mum
(an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,
who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash
the love she showered on this sole heir -
resorting to exhaustive palliatives -
even ear rash
shun null gambits,
and as a last-ditch effort
putting this offspring
on par with an albatross -
vamoose get out with the trash!
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Sheriff Joe Arpaio was convicted by the court
for picking on the immigrants of the Latino sort.
Relied on racial profiling and on intimidation;
A redneck cop who'd love to build a bigoted white nation.
Of course, this man loves Donald Trump and though he is a crook,
Trump has come through and pardoned him and got him off the hook.
So ***** the courts and rule of law that's there to thwart each hater;
This "law and order" president's a despot and dictator.
So if you are an alt-right racist, it's your lucky day!
El Presidente Trump makes rights and justice go away.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Order is changing in disorder ,people forgot God
Vested interests have made them the commodities
They have made the money their so called lord
Hence their real status is to unfold crease by crease
The day of Resurrection is not far off but is near
So we have to take account of all our silly selections
Death will not give us time to reconsider my dear
All our body parts are witness to our ***** actions
Let us bestow our heads to seek pardon to be clean
Let ask go back with clear eyes ,with clean hearts
Let us be innocent and pure like but early age teen
Let us be away from vicious circles of but all sorts
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
*When the sour rains come, you'll remember the shelter in my heart
yet when the hot sun shines, you'll recall the shed in my soul
When the road is endless, you'll remember your miles I walked
in the silent night, you'll miss the moments we talked
When the creepy rhythm of the night starts to scare
You'll recall the moments I was right there
and when the brightly burning moon and the stars light the cold night
You'll crave a walk through the illumination but fright
Won't let you risk venturing into the enchanting warm rays
You'll miss our romantic walks during the good old days.
When the storms come with their fatal thunderbolts
You'll make for the safety under your adrenaline vaults
You'll wish I was by your chilly desolate bedside
presenting my masculine chest for your innocence to hide
You'll miss the magical touch of my wet lips
Whilst your heartbreaks and blood red emotion drips
When flowers in your tended gardens bloom they'll but fruit gloom
For their sweet scent will reconstruct my presence in the empty room
When my favourite classics and RnBs play on the radio
You'll remember dancing to some of them during our cardio
And when the telenovela we watched together
Comes on you'll wish you'd never said never
you'll want me to come home, you'll miss my golden smile,
look through the pane in pain hoping I'll appear along the isle
our memories will be the gravity pulling you to remorse
tears'll spring from costly decisions you'll want to reverse
you'll throw pillows and gnaw your teeth while missing us
when all you're throwing away will return like an ancestral curse
You'll try to find us in liquor but we won't be under those bottles
no amount of ***** will manage to drown the pain within
you'll let so many other lads into your knickers but that too won't pay
sleep under showers, even that won't wash the mire of where you've been
and then you'll dial my number and I'll anxiously pick up
only to listen to silence on the other end for you'll lack what to say
I'll try to get the words out of you but sobbing you'll hung up
And being the one for you, the one destiny charmed like a hub
I'll run out the door and jump into a nearby cab
to come and welcome the prodigal back to my heart
for I know there's no life when we're even just a second apart
in about an hour I'll be by your door, a happy soul under teary eyes
knocking with a big box full of pardon before you apologise
that's how much I love you... even if you doubt I deserve you
and when the time comes, you'll realise my passion is true*
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Penetrating the walls of sin
To bring to life a dead being
Tolerating our flaws
Through the forgiveness of our trespasses
Will not behold sin
Therefore to it blinded His love
Left His throne, to eat from our dish
Working willingly towards His wish
The great deliverer
Ready to lead us out of darkness into His marvelous light
The still small voice whispering “yes you can”
From the heart of love, His blood flows
Healing the bruised, finding the lost
Assuring the hopeless, giving another chance to the prodigal
Through mercy, with a blazing grace.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
Pardon me for I let myself controlled by you
Pardon me for I let you came into my life
Pardon me for all the times I wait for your reply
Pardon me for asking where you are
Pardon me for being mean when I don't have the right
Pardon me for acting like you care but you're not
Pardon me for I let myself love you,
Now pardon me for I can't do those things again.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC