"forgivers" poems
I only pretend with pretenders
And contend with contenders
I'm only giving to the givers
And forgiving to forgivers
I'm only strange with strangers
And dangerous with dangers
I'm only hateful to the haters
And traitorous to traitors
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
The Muted Commoner
You don't see them,
......Just past them......
Speak but unheard,
perforce, thus, muted,
against their will
blogs bread unread uneaten,
poem orphans better than us,
vine ripened unto death
Truly dare you say I/you the better?
Shamed heat, you spit,
outed, no penance offered,
non granted,
the forgivers are muted too
**so this be your charge,
so this be your salvation:**
free the mutes from the trance -
exhume, exhort find them
in the back pages, then
acknowledge that we are all
Muted Commoners.
find the poem unread,
revive it with a read, a heart,
and then you can speak your
Peace.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
The answer is nothing uplifting.
I’ve lived
better and absolute moments. Promised, with a demeanor of stagnation.
Better or polite moments within the stained glass, all for
that best end order.
I’ve attended.
Listened to the kind of Man who throws rocks with gossamer thread
and religious meaning.
I was here, Mom.
See?
Then summer brought something of meaning to movement. Attendance?
He sent un-movement to all of us. He can’t bear movement at all.
God, Your gurney has this man scarred. Mine was all for bits of someone else?
Or trading not-a-little darkening for something constant?
Before, soaked in ‘nice’, I blocked it. Fill us of this cup.
Blood yellow hold. Epic. Lyric.
It soaked in perfect, the clots forming.
Father, that best rest is never.
Father, but here You guard us?
Father, in your confession, fault.
In the end I chose opposition,
more like exsanguination.
Gone are the means to emulate. On a vetted day,
the err of all my sins shot me this red herring body.
So, let me go to assimilate never.
I was shut, locked in. But as the sore closet gains some more light,
now, with skinned knees
a brisk passing. Something for the retreat:
“Forgivers” or crosswalks?
Yes! – of course I choose crosswalks.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
I’m the Romeo
You’re Juliet
Caging my Ragin’ heart
For two arrests
forcing me to choose
between poison and cigarettes
A tsunami of aquaphobiacs
Singing tides of lullabies
to insomniacs
while the bitter ******** drown in the river
Welcome to the clan of un-forgivers
I see junkies sitting in their stoops
racing with the clouds
and ole man Johnny riding his two wheel pick up
to make minimum wage working for privileged clowns
-we call them millennials-
Irony almost as similar
As a tsunami made up of aquaphobiacs
Or the tides singing lullabies to the insomniacs
before they drown in the river
Welcome to the clan of un-forgivers
Pouring rain
my umbrella broke
lightning strikes
I have metal bones
Writing lines
my ink explodes
Sometimes we’re left to shiver
When we meet the clan of un-forgivers.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
Little bite, chew.
Little bite, chew.
That's what grandma taught me
When I was a child,
Little bite, chew.
That’s what I must do.
Little bite, chew.
That’s the only way to get over you.
Little bite, chew.
Little bite, chew.
Keep it down,
Don’t make yourself spew,
Soon she won’t be whispering to you.
Soon she’ll leave and I’ll be through.
Just listen to grandma and
Little bite, chew.
Mirrors are the worst forgivers,
But they’re in league you see.
The fact you now know that their friendship grows
Is only a good thing for me.
Veins subside, bones find shelter,
She will dwindle and hide.
But I get scared if it rains again,
She’ll be by my side.
Little bite, chew.
Little bite, chew.
It’s going to be long but
Little bite, chew.
One way or another I’ll leave you
Just listen to grandma and
Little bite, chew.
The damage will stay.
The damage is done,
The damage done by you.
I don’t need you,
I’ll never forget you,
ANA.
There’s something I must do.
It takes just one deep breath,
Just one mouthful,
And just one
Little bite, chew.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
World wide war
Friendship lied
Happiness died
Love tried
And peace hides
Wars raised
People, dazed
And heaven plays
Death comes near
People become dear
And many faced fear
Poverty rolls
not caring about the hurt souls
And god knows how the time goes
People start to run
Because they are pulling guns
And the kids can no longer have fun
Now they see clearer
How the world is no longer
Dear as it used to be
They have been filled defeat
Feeling when the Earth’s heart skipped a beat
The war is now over
Leaving them feeling like over achievers
Citizens cannot be forgivers
They have lost all of their wisdom
Ruining what the world had just become
Now they have to pay the cost
For all whom they’ve lost
Soon to be filled with exhaust
Friendship lied
Happiness died
Love tried
And peace hides
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
On my knees, I kneel.
I beg for compassion.
........ Because......
To love is to forgive.
To forgive is to love.
To forgive is divine.
To error is human.
Don't deny the fulfillment of God's law.
love isn't optional but God's command.
And forgiveness is Godly.
Please forgive me, come back home.
Our home has turned into a house.
It's cold, please come back.
Come back and make it warm.
Please come back to restore this home.
Forgiveness is the final form of love.
Forgiving won't change the past.
But can change our future.
Please forgive me, take my hand, let's boldy face the future till death do us part.
After all, in the words of Bishop T. D. Jakes: "love is union of two great forgivers not lovers"
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
Sometimes you get so good at forgiving
That boundaries start to blur
Until they disappear completely.
Eventually you lose sight
Of what's allowable.
Eventually you forgive so easily
That it softens us to even the most
Vicious attacks.
And red flag.. after red flag..
After red flag
We can't even see them
They **** by so fast
Cause somewhere along the way
We forgot that red means stop.
Red means pause
And think.
I'm sure you think to yourself,
How can giving be bad?
It's only bad because we have given
So much of ourselves that all
That is left is bones.
We died to save you
But you would never have
Bled a drop for us
.
.
.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC