mentor me to make allowances
give me the fortitude to forgive
anoint me with a godly leniency
In this life I now live
give me the ability to forgive
the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
have my brokenness resolved
make me more tolerant
operating with a Jesus attitude
teach me to be more compassionate
more redeeming and less rude
give me the ability to forgive
the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
have my brokenness resolved
I now stand before you God
In complete humility
with a penitent heart
vowing to do my part
In total honesty
to let go of anger
to no longer act with emotional rage
rebuking demonic traits
for in your wisdom I now wage
now able to absolve to resolve
all the brokenness in my life
between me, my family
and my Lord Christ
Lord give me the ability to forgive
and the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
for all my brokenness has been resolved
your asks,
it's mine to claim and own,
a dark, sweet prize,
let it be known.
grasp your bosom,
and rip it apart,
feast on its remains,
like a dark, twisted art.
amour, it's a curse,
a poison to share,
a deadly kiss on velvet,
that's beyond compare.
i will lead you down,
to the darkest night,
leave you shattered,
thousand pieces, to ignite.
hands brush, it's ice,
my lips kiss, it's fire,
a fusion of darkness,
that'll lead you to desire.
i’ll devour you,
like a ravenous beast,
leave you a shell,
a hollow haunted feast.
tremble before me,
sweet, and pray,
for a second chance,
to slink away.
but know this,
i’ll not show any leniency,
for i’m the witchess,
who'll take your psuche’s certainty.
my breast, it beats for you,
but don't be fooled,
for it's a trap, a snare,
a wicked tool.
i’ll take your love,
rip it asunder,
leave you screaming,
in a madwoman’s thunder.
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.
They came in a single file
Noiseless like wisps of smoke
They'd taken their chances
For they say it's always greener
On the other side.
From the watch tower I perceived
The procession with a depressing pity
They had crossed that line
They had defiled our land
In their innocent quest
For a better day
Retribution was sure to come
Fist, fire and sword in varying measures
I blew the horn.
For that's my role as a watcher
Several others rang in response
Far down below the barracks stirred
So vigorous it must have been a stampede
Then I saw the flaming torches
The cavalry. Itching for combat
Sworn to protect their kin
To safeguard the liberty of the land
To create a formidable history
To die in battle, to bask in the glory
Therefore they advanced
Fearless, bloodthirsty
Against a crippled race
A wounded lot on the trek
Blighted by hunger and their wrangling
Marred and charred and limping
And the fire descended upon their heads
Against the gates they slouched
Begging for leniency
Yet the gatekeeper was a valiant man
And a people were roasted a rusty black
While he hummed to himself
An old hunting tune.
I construct them
And lay them everywhere
As man builds a fence
To prevent intruders
To guard his property
So I also do with my heart.
It's a necessary evil
All in the name of protection
We must be ready
We must be prepared
Like a watchman at dawn
To diligently protect
That which we value most
Some do not respect our boundaries
Do they not see them
Do they have need to enter so desperately
That they ignore the warning
Private property! Trespassers will be prosecuted.
Is there any leniency
Any exceptions to who can enter in
Is anyone granted access
Or must they forcibly try to enter
There is more than one way to be raped.
So we struggle
In the blindspot
To push back those who seek to enter
Unbeknownst to us
I lay boundaries
I am not sure as to whether
It's to keep you out or let you in.
If I open a school,
You’ll worship every rule;
To begin to touch a Tool
A Proven Settled Fool:
A Pond to Swimming Pool
Now A Horse, once A mule:
One who would a crowd pull;
In number my classes full!
Yes, A school all-day cool
But where you won’t ever drool…
For your ascertained truancy
No administrative Leniency;
For your beastly claw
That could blood draw…
When to cases you respond
And your facts don’t correspond;
You a lot cherish tradition
But would not make an addition…
You have been a facility
And we glimpse imbecility;
You often drive Dad’s vehicle
But can’t write an article…
Did zest for life have a term until dialectal?
What comes before the numeral mystical?
Only God can discern my soul name.
He counts our hair and the sand with kame.
I grasp to worship his name as a young soul.
To be grateful and to sue God for his role.
I was raised to shimmer and shine as a juvenile.
Echoing his faith and leniency and being luminal.
I tried to be aware of the ocean's load.
It had to endure scraping at the sand.
Then spoke something in a hushed tone.
And I knew all that before, from the stone.
When the lights dim owing to the fading sun.
Ideas that once helped now steer you to stun!
When tragedy begins to veer toward standing.
Don't miss that a good mood is all you entail having.
Written: February 09, 2022
Flying dove-like in the midst of a sea of blueness
Bringing a warm sensory of quiet and peacefulness
A delicate quill floats and moves with the mild breeze
Each butterfly represents a profound gift of gentle ease.
Whispering Wings, indigenous force's benefactress
Tugging the chords despite purveying mercifulness
Meandering in the pristine wilderness same as wildebeest
It suspires into our buoyant spirits, looks, and sparest.
Gravitational radiation, mindfulness adjustments
Scarcely an effectiveness shrinkage upright abutments
Will achieve divine reality in everlasting eternity
Heart at God glimpses from the chasm of leniency.
Balmy justness heaves, and the spirit reawakens
The scarcity of crispness was withdrawn slice at once
Ecstasy has glowed, and the epitome run sway
Emptiness is hidden when the shapes shrink away.
Written: January 12, 2022
for the 'Whispering Wings' Poetry Contest or Chantelle Anne Cooke.
In the neighborhood, some conqueror born,
Another color blending with fawn:
On his forehead, a sitting half horn.
In the flesh of the rest, a thorn
But among them just brightly shone!
All his moves of leniency shorn…
The others offering only the chances to mourn.
All these, after their True Champion was gone…
Nothing else Local Champions fully trust,
Their ungovernable hands of iron, a must.
Get me a matchstick
And the rogue over there quickly pick.
Or you fetch me smoker’s lighter,
Whose flame is assuredly brighter,
Pouring me out some petrol
From our jeep long on patrol…
Jungle Justice is beginning to itch like lust,
Last week’s, a badgering must!
The fair-play funded by fire
And aided by vindictive tyre:
An impatient crowd’s justice,
Permitting no armistice:
Rather like our dirty street,
Every burnt body, a nice treat!
Still rubber trying to locate?
Or what it should cost calculate?
Please, let me have a bundle of unsmiling ropes
That should dash an escapee’s lurking hopes,
With this ridding our society of a bandit…
They’re real Trial Judges within our ambit.
No sooner are their wigs worn
Than The Hardened confessions are born:
His true identities peeping back at you,
Their impossible hideout proving to be true.
Old timers freely recalling their first operation,
A neat fingering of even the day of digression
But now to them no show of leniency
Nor our determined hands control their proficiency.
Seems a century ago I started teaching school
With Elementary children so difficult to fool,
They were bright and resilient and easily lead
Amazing the things that went through their head.
I scheduled homework only twice in a week
Because I believed those kids deserved a tweak
From the grind of many long days without any break
It was hard enough afternoons to keep them awake.
Despite my leniency when it came to work and play
I demanded their homework brought the following day
And many were the excuses for not having it finished,
Even the true and funny seldom would go unpunished.
The standard “I left it at home” was, oh, so common
As was “My dog ate it this morning, Mr. Dunham,”
But the one excuse that was entirely magical overkill
Was “My homework was eaten by a flaming pterodactyl!”
Written January 17, 2021
For the “My Homework Was Eaten” Contest
Placated and simply set free
In NY it's a matter of degree
Bail's not always necessary
They didn't harm, only robbed
how terrible could that be
Felons will be back at your door
looking for more,
of what you worked for
No longer detainees
it's almost guaranteed
they'll take what they please
Pols want you to appease
and forgive the sleaze
just give them keys
But, you might eschew PC
and leniency
after losing all that you had
Wifey's been in an attack mode recently
After an hour of tongue-lashing, I ask for leniency
Out of control
Shattered my soul
Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
all will float upon the mighty sea
even an ship but won’t float me
ducks can ride upon the gentle swells
but it won’t take me , only its shells
driftwood resting upon the shore
eagles heading up to soar
stars are out and seem to float
I could sail under if I had a boat.
The ark carried the animals across the sea
but it won’t take mercy upon me
whales and seals marvel the buoyancy
but to me the sea shows no leniency.
the winds also have turned me down
can’t float on them so I would drown
no matter what I try to do I fail
if I had wings I could surf and sail.
what is it with me that the sea does not like
if I could walk on water, I could take a hike
more than ever I want to lie upon the sea
but never will it take just me
It’s All About Mercy
By: Tom Wright
3/10/2006
God didn’t give us lives
Filled only with the scent of wildflowers.
But all too often, we face
Dandelions too, that we must eradicate.
We revel in those days
Of magnificent warmth and showers.
Becoming “purse-proud”,
Giving God ample reason to castigate.
Then suddenly our lives
Become unstrung most unexpectedly.
And the faintest heart
From their chosen path will stray.
But amazing grace
Has enabled us to stand protected.
God has manifested,
Once more, leniency, for another day.
We’re void of thoughts
Concerning others, whom we should serve.
And our forgiveness,
Toward those same, scarcely can be found.
While we’re beseeching,
Gods Compassion, not what we do deserve.
Forgetting, that grace,
And mercy, for each, does much abound.
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