Best Leniency Poems
Not friend of man or beast, or kind to any soul,
not even their own.
Perhaps compassion deserted them, along with reason
leaving not even an even-tongue..
in a dangerous clouded head.
Or maybe found under a curse from a long ago wrong.,
cast at birth or last dawn' cropping season, ill thoughts
impure to many.
Maniacal in gaze. Sees.. but doesn't see,
no feeling left..
if ever there was any.
When encountering something perceived to be weaker,
don't respond the way most would.
As I write this, feel so sorry..
for all smaller creatures in wrenching hands..
crushed without a twitch of remorse.
Talk in whispers, don't wake their ire..
you can't outrun or outlast them..
not in words, or mannerisms, no chance.
Don't cross them, or fall hard in love..
they're already jealous., quick to anger,
always seething, like a kettle ready to boil.
One with nothing left to lose.
You are a player in an unfamiliar game..
tilted off balance of normal,
just a prize for them, all the same.
It's easier to be anyone else than the others.
Standing out in a cold dark night looking..
at the warmth that true companionship brings.
Life's best to live, and to give, though sure and not sure,
were it your neck so close to break.
Be the soul of leniency and mercy.,
send prayers, show kindness, and in kindness judge..
if you must.
Though never invest, or feel too sorry..,
nor trust what you hold dear..,
and never turn your back on
the others.
~~~~~~~~ Dedicated to Stephen King ~~~~~~~~
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
I am a poor tailless cow.
The creator chases away my infesting flies.
I’m clotheless at the prime of the hamarttan
and my only blanket is my feebly tanned skin.
I’m barefoot on the pathful of thorns
and my teardrops reports my miseries to the earth.
I need love and in the midst of mates I go.
I’m trashed with the most painful looks,
and punched with the heaviest words.
My only crony thus remains my mischance.
Every right I’m denied.
And too bitter is my plea to the ears
of the unobliging heads.
My merit is always belittled,
and my promising tomorrow begrudged.
For every good I’m worth I’m sidelined—
that’s why I grow wild!
My fierce eye devoid of their leniency!
My ambition is rent into fragments—
that’s why I bust back so hard!
And in the end I’m felled,
taking my poetic justice.
"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration."
~ by poet
I find that I've become impatient with people who seem dense
and it only serves to frustrate me with an ire too often intense.
Sometimes, under my breath, I hear the words I'm mumbling,
"Why can't you understand this?" Then, I realize I'm grumbling.
I'm just a lowly human without a trace of Divinity to be found
so, I should be more humble, for I've not been royally crowned.
"Be tolerant," my heart whispers to my soul, as if it could hear.
"And be mindful," it said to my tongue, "words can bring tears."
I really should listen with more compassion and less askance.
I've no right to judge others. I don't know their life's circumstance.
Swallowing harsh words is a taste I should learn to find sweet
and conquer the bitterness of retorts... intolerance then I'd defeat.
People are not chess pawns that I can push around on a board,
and leniency should be allowed them across every stream I ford.
I don't control who walks the bridge with opinions of their own.
It's their right to have them, even if they're ones I don't condone.
I'll pursue being more tolerant of others and give them respect
and be sincerely diligent about this as a goal I should not neglect.
The capacity of kindness,
the surplus of charity,
people give all,
without deficiency.
Sympathy without bias,
belief without bitterness,
inspire kindness.
Unity surrounded by disarray,
liberty contained by suppression,
charity begets unkindness,
some are led by oppression.
Moralizing harmony and kindness,
should come from the spirit of human shame,
Love and kindness do not come in class breeding.
A dog is not just for Christmas is a poor saying,
The loving thoughts eradicate kindness,
The mouth opens and speaks only of audacity.
follow,
the path of kindness,
don’t kid yourselves of being blameless,
you’re both destructive,
and malign.
Attractive lips,
Evolve,
by expressing,
Only,
words of kindness,
as language is honey,
Upon,
the lips.
A soul mate conceding all the loving-kindness;
Bestowing unto me tender leniency,
For all my transgressions.
A decent Christmas to secure,
The triumphant hope survives;
Children of God shall smile,
A little kindness changes live.
Friday 9th November 2018
A Little Kindness Never Hurts Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
May 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 60-62
Key Verse – Psalm 62:12 Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR RENDERING TO ME ACCORDING TO MY WORK
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s diligence
Ever regarding my earnest obedience
While forgiving my impudence and impatience
Every time I come to You for Your revival prevalence.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fervency
Ever upholding my faith’s persistency
While correcting my laxity and leniency
Every time I come to You for Your mercy.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s feature
Ever rewarding my service-gesture
While recompensing my sacrifice of submission-posture
Every time I labour through Your strengthening nurture.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s earnestness
Ever blessing my steadfastness
While attending to my performance along faithfulness
Every time I depend on You for Your helpfulness.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s commitment
Ever equipping my involvement
While enabling my dedication’s achievement
Every time I trust You for Your encouragement.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fruit-bearing
Ever satisfying my productiveness’ rearing
While increasing my soulwinning harvest with love’s caring
Every time I beseech You for Your gearing.
May 12, 2022
Sometimes I cringe when feeling the burdened need
to forgive someone who's hurt me with an odious deed.
But I cannot slink away into dark aubergine shadows
when I know it's a necessary step that I must take.
It's a Bible based principle I must never forsake.
I cannot be expected to be forgiven if I don't give pardon.
It's not God's ire that I seek or for His heart to harden
against my mistakes. I'd wish an enemy no ill-will, nor
find fault with his or her flaws, faults or their railing.
If I did, I would be the one whose mercy is failing.
Forgiveness is granted only when the askance is spoken.
It must be conveyed, not kept a thought, a mere token.
For how could anyone know of the leniency of the virtue
if it remains unspoken, hidden in aubergine shadows?
For absolution to be offered, forgiveness we must disclose.
Hear the whispering voices of our tribal ancestors,
Echoing against the rough rock skin of Chacoan Canyon,
Telling the outsider white devils, that this is sacred ground,
Do not dare to tread here, for your own salvation's sake,
Lies at risk.
Can't these intruders hear, the rattling bones of the dead,
Beating against the native drums, calling forth the guardians
Whom protect these revered mountains, and ancient?
Forgotten ruins.
It's a presence of malevolence, given off by shadow stalkers,
Whom elude detection, spiritual chameleons these the unseen
And the unheard.
At dusk's twilight hour, does blood's mountain so flicker
Crimson red, for within dwells the beast, whom feast upon
The forsaken, those who have desecrated the purity
Of this sacred tribal land.
Weeping women of generations plead for mercies
Leniency, but the creature knows only basic instincts
Need for survival, and this is his native hunting grounds
Territory.
Can you not feel its eyes watching you from above?
Does not the hair stand up straight on the back of
Your neck, flee out-lander to a different venues location,
Before it is too late.
No medicine man's enchantment, or incantation's spell,
Can save thee, the sacred right's ritual is older than the
Desert sands that blow against these rock canyon walls.
In this arid arena the fallen are taken prisoner, by a dark
Phantom gladiator, who seemly is made of vaporous mist.
But the chieftain elders praise his existence, for he is a
Guardians sent by the power of the Great Spirit,
To protect and guard this land of native wonder.
Many thrill seekers come here to behold nature
In its raw state of brilliance, and few leave
Unscathed, for they have been touched by
The presence of the supernatural.
In chacoan Canyon, where the Colorado River
Still runs wild and free.
A killer crouches in a stance's freeze, waiting
For his next meal to step forth onto his sacred
Feeding grounds, welcome tourist, unto the ritual
Bloody feast.
The beast does smile, with fiendish delight, come'
Any further my friend, the creature speaks, and
You belong to me for all eternity.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The Unmerciful Servant
“26"The servant fell on his knees before him. 'Be patient with me,' he begged, 'and I will pay back everything.' 27The servant's master took pity on him, canceled the debt and let him go. 28"But when that servant went out, he found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred denarii. He grabbed him and began to choke him. 'Pay back what you owe me!' he demanded.” Matt 18:26-28 NIV
The Kingdom of Heaven
Is like a king who wants to settle
His accounts with his servants,
Who owe loans that cripple.
When brought before the King,
The Unmerciful Servant couldn’t pay.
So the King showed him pity; cancelled his debt—
Permitted him to go on his way.
But when this servant who was shown mercy—
The greatest of mercy, sweet
Found one of his fellow servants,
He demanded his debt settlement to meet.
He put his fellow servant
Into prison for his debt;
Showed him not the mercy
That he had been beset.
When the King was advised
Of the unmerciful servant’s lack of mercy,
He imprisoned the servant
For his unkind lack of leniency.
The moral of this story
Is that we are forgiven,
So we must in turn forgive
In God’s merciful rose garden.
God has a garden full of roses,
Painted in the color white.
He gives us a rose
When our forgiveness finds sight.
Forgiveness is a gift,
The Unmerciful Servant received,
But would not pass it on,
Because his heart was deceived.
Copyright © 2009-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
I chose
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech
HD computer screen.
A slave
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of
Clicking keys;
Depriving me
Of much
Needed rest.
I’d Search
For Love
And friendship
In a network
Of strangers,
Oblivious to
The world
Outside.
I would’ve
Made a great
Defense lawyer.
With my
Appetite to argue.
I’d rescue
Common crooks,
Convicted of crimes;
From the
Confinements
Of a cell.
I’d lobby
For leniency
With lavish
Litigation laws.
Dedicating myself
To Dissembling
The Death penalty
I should’ve
Joined
The army,
A proud patriot,
Surpassing
My peers
Through promotion;
From a potato peeling private,
To a more
Prominent position.
Pushing my
Paratroopers out
Of a plane.
Parading my men
On the field
Of battle.
I’d receive
A war
Winning wound,
Perhaps a
Purple Heart.
I could’ve
Been a detective.
Cleverly cracking
Cold cases-
CSI style,
Coercing confessions
From criminals
And Con-men.
Collecting a
Cheap watch,
As compensation
For my commitment
To the precinct.
I should’ve
Been a doctor.
Devoting my life
To curing
The incurable,
Letting long hours
Deprive me
From family.
Always
At the
Beckon call,
Of work
Provided beeper.
Carrying out
Curative procedures,
On clients
That are
Scarcely clinging
To life.
I would’ve
Made a
Terrific teacher.
Choosing to
Live my life
Through the
Youthfulness of
My students.
Teaching them
To take on
The world
With caution
And Confidence.
Lecturing them
With lessons
Of longevity.
Disguising
My desire-
Jealous of
Their youth.
My choice,
Was not to
Focus on
One aspect
Of life,
But to
Experience
Them all.
With the stroke
Of a pen,
I walk
All paths.
I chose
All destinies.
I could’ve
Been this,
Or been that…
I should’ve
Done this,
Or done that…
I would’ve
Made this
Or made that…
Instead,
I chose to write.
Lyrics II-The Black Crowes
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
My Poem:
Cut me some slack tonight,
ease off until I find my sight,
and light,
I’m on my way downward; it’s your song,
you’re always wrong,
I’m never right.
If I get one slim record of your past,
can you fold your cards at last,
and fast,
there’s no rising in the east,
the west is unbound, at least,
while I bleed for your old mask.
I beg, cut me some slack tonight,
throw pity on my knees; let’s not fight,
it’s alright,
you dragged my down onto mercy’s floor,
I keep falling, begging for leniency once more,
you’re always wrong, and I’m never right.
Craving your pardon, down with my hands,
fall when I stand, no one understands.
I'm begging baby, cut me some slack,
you're always wrong...I'm never right.
Craving your pardon, I hate clarity,
found in charity, death to my severity.
I'm begging you, baby, cut me some slack,
throw pity on my knees; let’s not fight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Black Crowes-Descending
Have mercy baby
I'm descending again
Open your eyes baby
'Cause this time it's sink or it's swim
No sermons on ascending
No verdict on deceit
I have no selfish memorandum
No, no confusion for me
Not for me
Curses, curses and clues
Feast, feast for fools
Curses, curses and clues
Feast, feast for fools
So have mercy baby
And hand me down
Well, it was just a few years ago
You'd hand me up and a map right out of town
But I would let it slide
Slide like mercury
All silver and quick, baby
Poisonous and deadly
So deadly
Curses, curses and clues
Just a feast, feast for fools
Tell you now, curses, curses and clues
A feast, a feast for fools
Let me say curses, let me tell you no clues
Forever just the feast, feast for fools,
Curses, curses and clues
A feast, a feast for fools.
Date Written: May 6, 2016
Laughable when kids;
Treated with leniency.
Disturbing when growing up;
Seen with concern.
Bothering when adult;
Seen as a sickness!
The healing power of FORGIVENESS has brought me gratitude,
in moments of atonement I feel a positive attitude-
CLEMENCY with amnesty brings me to a compassionate place,
as I pardon from my heart with sincerity and grace.
I find giving MERCY onto others brings me joy and beatitude.
Absolution and restitution for wrongs committed onto me,
can bring such appreciation and alleviation with LENIENCY-
Acknowledging that one can cause hurt and be redeemed,
can bring them to feel comfort and give them high esteem.
For in deep REPRIEVE a restless soul can be set free.
I have afflicted and caused harm to others in my days,
caused injury and heartache in so many awful ways-
But so many times I have been forgiven with ease,
and I find SOLACE in exoneration; my remorse starts to cease.
I can only pray that the pity and condonation stays.
Dismissal and KINDNESS, I shall shower onto family and friends,
I know in that moment it is time to make amends-
So, when I feel wounded and pained from others,
I shall remember they are BLESSED sisters and brothers.
Forgiveness is BENEVOLENCE; mercy, my soul recommends.
October 27, 2017
Kindness
Mercy
Positive indulgence
Tolerance
Clemency
Leniency
Let go
April 6 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 30-32
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 30:18 … But Hezekiah prayed for them, saying, The good LORD pardon every one...
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PARDONING ME
Thank You for pardoning me for my iniquities
As well as for my earthly vanities
By Your holiness purging my sin-impurities
Along Your righteous verities.
Thank You for pardoning me for my selfishness
As well as for my pride-inflicted guiltiness
By Your mercies forgiving my confessed haughtiness
Along Your loving kindness.
Thank You for pardoning me for my arrogance
As well as for my worthless extravagance
By Your grace causing my deliverance
Along Your secured assurance.
Thank You for pardoning me for my transgressions
As well as for my idolatrous abominations
By Your sanctification cleansing my corruption
Along Your transforming conversion.
Thank You for pardoning me for my jealousy
As well as for my enviousness-fervency
By Your clemency working in my leniency
Along Your gentle persistency.
Thank You for pardoning me for my backsliding
As well as for my destructive world-minding
By Your truth correcting my humanism-attending
Along Your purposive life-building.
April 6, 2022