Best Offender Poems
Sinner Or an Offender
Even if a sinner or an offender,
True love is sure to be tender;
Never avoid,
And enjoyed;
God is great with His splendor.
Jim Horn
Let my offender have full remorse
as he watches
his own daughter grow.
Let her never know
what he did to me.
Let sorrow
pierce his heart like an arrow.
Let the Lord soothe the wound
and chasten him with the scar.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let his heart be humble
to learn the fullness of
a father's love.
Lord, lift his sin burden
like a raven in flight,
then let a dove descend.
Let him protect his daughter
from the man he once was.
Let him not live in fear
of her violation
by his or another's hands.
Let her purity be preserved.
Let his wickedness
be ravished
by mercy and truth.*
Let his heart not regard
the sins of his youth.*
Let him receive forgiveness plenty,
just as God, for Christ's sake
has forgiven me,*
and I reap the blessings.
Let him be blessed, too.*
Let innocence be restored,
and let us esteem
the name of the Lord.
Let my offender praise purity
and be a passionate advocate
for the vulnerable and abused.
Let his wife be blessed
by his new life.
If he chooses to confess,
let her forgive
and have a heart of
compassion and trust,
discarding anger and disgust.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let the cycle of sin discontinue.
Let their intimacy be
exceedingly better than
what he sought wrongfully.
Let him wonder
how the offended was affected.
Let him pray that she will fully forgive,
not harboring any hint of bitterness.
Give him peace, knowing
that by God's grace,
their wounds will heal.*
*Proverbs 6:6
By mercy and truth iniquity is purged:
and by the fear of the Lord men depart from evil.
*Psalm 25:7
Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O LORD.
*Ephesians 4:32
32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
*Luke 6:28
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
*Psalm 147:3
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
12/7/19
My Granddad can’t stay on the straight and narrow
Robs garden centres with his bow and arrow,
Police knew his scheming
So now he is screaming
Speeding downhill in a plastic wheelbarrow
As gramps in his wheelbarrow got lots of LOLs
The river impeded his getaway goals
When used as a boat
It just wouldn’t float
Since when did those wheelbarrows have drainage holes
He dragged out the barrow as fast as he could
Expecting somehow it could do him some good
He thought it made sense
To ask Fred the Fence
“Who launders wheelbarrows in this neighbourhood?”
He sold the wheelbarrow and tried to go straight
Then Grandad found weeds all round his garden gate
“Oh for goodness sake,
I need a new rake.”
Went shopping at ten ’cause the store closed at eight
He snuck through a window by breaking the pane
And made his way through to the garden tools lane
The alarm’s manic blast
Brought police really fast
He grabbed a wheelbarrow and set off again
They will promise you the Moon and try to block the Sun
Will promise to put a bridge over troubled water, but the river is dry
Anything that you could ever want, but nothing ever comes of it
Maybe not all, but just about everyone
They just get re elected, never seem to die
Or maybe they have got it so good, they don"t want to quit
when the rich get richer, "Oh, it is because of those old Republicans"
When the economy is down who is at fault, "The Democrats"
After all the mud slinging, they go out and wine and dine each other
And who foots the bull, the poor old hard working Americans
Seems like the donkeys and elephants all wear the same hats
If one did not know better, kind of like a brother
Most are lawyers at first, then keep going from there
Making more laws that we do not really need, taking freedoms away
Demanding that we eat, what they won't even taste
Trying to keep God hidden in a dark place, so we will not have a prayer
But someday they will pay
Look around and think, who is responsible for all the waste
They need to remember, the voters that out them in office, can vote them out as well
We need to make it so it is not so profitable to be a politician
Of The Flag and of God, become a defender
Or we will all go through nine kinds of Hell
And above all, be proud if being an American
Take away all the temptations, so that they will not become a :Repeat Offender
Reflections of an offender,
that’s way short of Eden’s splendor,
stares back at me from the pages,
of written light for all ages.
Try as I might to make changes,
I fall short and owe the wages,
due to the inherited sin,
dwelling in all of Adam’s kin.
But reflecting Love’s true image,
is what I see in the message,
paid for by the Son's sacrifice,
to free mankind of every vice.
Mr Two step in the name of fame
I regret putting a foot onto your set
I should not of accept all the abuse and lies
That came with fame
Hearing your name only makes me upset and a shame
You know when we first met
I had to bend and sweat to pay off a debt
Lord, I regret putting a foot onto your set
You believed you were a vet
You treated me like your pet
You inflicted harm and threats
You even made dirty bets
Played R/B cassettes just to get horny and wet
Mr Two Step now whose upset
These bruises and scars one could never forget
You played a vicious game of roulette
I bet you will now learn to regret
Bringing me onto your set
It's your turn to bend and sweat don't be upset
Just pray and don't fret
I have a box with forgotten words
And punctuation seldom used
In this box are synonyms
And grammar I’ve abused
There are commas there and colons too
Apostrophes spilling out the top
But the one thing there that I’ve got most
Are unused periods to make a sentence stop
I have one friend this bugs the most
Says no periods make my poems fuzzy
So I’ve collected them all and present them now
To the wonderful Deborah Guzzi
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Please feel free to apply them now
To my poems written in the past
I know it’s an offense I’m repeating again
But, I assure you this won’t be the last
Again you repeated the blunder,
Oh! My dear habitual offender.
Don't think much and ponder,
Avoid to stay in such thunder.
Days turns into remainder,
But failed to recognize the sender.
The lost fragrance of the lavender,
Remember him, he was a mender.
He used to be an absolute defender,
Fierce approach and said no to surrender.
He was the sole and lone pretender,
But now deprived and a neglected contender.
He never cared for any prime reminder,
Please don't treat him as a habitual offender.
The repeat offender sometimes wonder back yonder;the fonder memories of
many moments of meditating to manipulate as well as dominate the offenses
committed against thee.
"To thee and only thee have I sinned against." I the repeat offender ,at times
ponders why. Why can I not get it together ? A' huh Yes, I'm the repeat offender
who mind wonders about the day of conquer. Again, I say again today I repeat the
offense with so much intense, the sin of offense is so grest .This is how the
repeat offender operates.
Was the repeat offender a the perpetual praiser?What has you repeating the
offense? Repent! Rewind and Redo.