Long Offends Poems
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Contrition or sorrow for sin, is a hatred of sin and a true grief of the soul for having offended God, with a firm purpose of sinning no more
The sorrow we should have for our sins should be interior, supernatural, universal and sovereign
When I say that our sorrow should be interior, I mean that it should be from the heart and not merely from the lips
When I say that our sorrow should be supernatural, I mean that it should be prompted by the grace of God and excited by motives which spring from the faith and by merely natural motives
When I say that our sorrow should be universal, I mean that we should be sorry for our mortal sin without exception
When I say that our sorrow should be sovereign, I mean that we should grieve more for having offended God than for any other evil that can befall us
We should be sorry for our sins, because sin is the greatest of evils and an offense against God our Creator, Preserver and Redeemer and because it shuts us out of heaven and condemns us to the eternal pains of hell
There are 2 kinds of contrition: perfect contrition and imperfect contrition
Perfect contrition is that which fills us with sorrow and hatred for our sin, because it offends God, who is infinitely good in Himself and worthy of all love
Imperfect Contrition is that by which we what offends God because we lose heaven and deserve hell or because sin is so hateful in itself
Imperfect contrition is sufficient for a worthy confession but we should endeavor to have perfect contrition
By a firm purpose of sinning no more mean a fixed resolve not only to avoid all mortal sin, but also its near occasions
By the near occasion of sin I mean all the persons, places and things that may lead us into sin
Before the end,
we have been told.
A horse will ride,
into the fold.
The first of four,
will be all white.
He will deceive,
with forceful might.
He will seem good,
with boastful cheer.
He will try and unite,
and end all fear.
The words he'll spit,
out from his mouth.
Comes from the dragon,
deep down in the south.
*The first horseman will differ with different interpretations of the bible. This poem is about the interpretation that the 1st is the anti Christ*
If this interpretation offends anyone let me know and I can offer a revised poem to accommodate both interpretations.
Disclaimer: This is a poem about drugs. I do not condone, nor suggest the use of any drugs. However, I unfortunately did live a free and eventually devastating party lifestyle. Which, I do not wish upon anyone. But, they were wrote, and they will be shared. If poems regarding drug use offends you... Please do not read further. Thanks.
First comes the snort, then inhalation
Streaming clouds of energy,
fill a dark and sweat filled room.
A blast of Energy, From Snowflakes of Joy
All quiet, sounds barely audible.
A tiny voice peeps,
"takes another."
Piling a bank of glistening powder
Call them lines, bumps, or rails.
Grasp the bed, after one last grasp of straw
It unleashes its power, a feeling of flight
Floating amongst, puffy nice clouds
My world plays out in fast forward
Deal and sell, Use, then Steal
Fixing all of my fixations
A monster sized blast,
Suddenly, free falling upon
the dirtiest of floors.
Still, undaunted, I, fully swear
There strangely exists appeal
of self inflicted near death,
Blessed, Little reminders,
Random tingling of the arms.
Only appreciated truly, justly
accompanied with sharp chest pain.
“What is it that offends people with
just the use of words?
When you call someone a FREAK,
they most probably
will SHREAK!”
“Because, when you are a poet your
words are your SWORDS,
if people get angry, it is just there
FAULT!”
“It is weird that you do no harm and
just tell how you feel,
but when some people want to argue,
your statements are all that
they need!”
“I say, that you tell the truth,
and say what you think is RIGHT,
for the people who want to hate
can go for nothing and FIGHT!”
“Your words are your weapons,
not your HANDS
, and if that wasn’t true, most politicians
would have been BANNED! ”
Although aging may not be a present thing to experience
it is a great blessing. No matter how hard he tries to understand
old age, the youth will never be able to conceive the meaning of aging,
nor can taste the fruits of real human pathos that come only with age.
Listen, therefore, to this old buffoon, you the loafers who filled
this square; hear, therefore, what this shabby old man says,
you the vigorous young people who want to go a step ahead
the currents of time, rejecting traditions and resisting all orders.
If this old one’s appearance offends you, though I was wishing
to age myself in the way that is tolerable to others’ eyes,
please accept my apology.
If my conduct and behavior displeases you,
why not suffer with me for a moment
because I and myself cry over my own clumsy body
and limbs that won’t move as I wish any more.
If my voice is harsh and unpleasant,
why not let it be deaf to your ears
because all I wanted was to
clear my phlegm obstructed throat
and sing my favorite song that I sung once proudly.
If my laughter echoes hollowly in air,
why not laugh with me, because if not laughing,
this old one lives in tears for the rest of his remaining life,
because if they take laughter away from me, though it may sound hollow and self-contemptuous, only tears would fill my broken heart.
Wherever my neighbor goes, people stare.
They can't look away because of his neck and pink hair.
When he goes out in public, people constantly point and laugh.
It's because of his hair and because he has the neck of a giraffe.
His hair offends some men and they challenge him to fights.
My neighbor always wins because he claws, kicks and bites.
He's looking for another job because when he dyed his hair pink, he got fired.
He needs money to feed his 600 pound wife and he is desperate to be hired.
His obese wife eats so much food that the grocery stores can't keep their shelves stocked.
People saw him buying six shopping carts of food for her at a time and they were shocked.
People won't stop laughing at him and he says that it stinks.
It's because of his neck and because he dyed his hair pink.
Jesus made it clear to love one another
but sometimes this can be very hard
only when the holy spirit enables you
to love your enemies like no other
We need also not to rejoice
when we see these enemies fall
be sure never to wish for bad
things too that they won't stall
Remember the words of the Lord Jesus
to love our enemies doing them good
if they have a need you must meet it
no matter how you feel even in a mood
Forgiveness is an act you must do
as Peter asked Jesus how often do I
forgive one that offends me so
seventy times seven was His reply
Remember God's great word of command
love God fully with all of your heart
and your neighbour as yourself
this honours God in no small part
("Do not rejoice when your enemy falls,
and let not your heart be glad when he stumbles,")
Proverbs 24: 17 (esv)
I have holes in me,
Where elated moments once blurred
The reality and the dream,
The winds and the seas,
The joy and the grief.
I have holes in me,
Where colors can bleed
Scarlet and cobalt,
Violet becomes my destiny,
While truth reaches beneath the weeds,
Planting seeds of dandelion dreams.
I have holes in me,
Where robins speak,
Betraying my need,
Listening like the stars
Who see through my façade,
Into the blossoming melancholy.
I have holes in me,
Where darkness rises,
Dancing with the oaks and pines,
Risking every doubt, each fear,
With milky laughter,
Captivating even the night’s heart.
I have holes in me,
Where silence offends
Disturbing the peace of friends,
Who want to kiss away my fragile wings,
With their well-meaning gifts,
Their blessings ache to believe…
Because they gave, I have changed –
The holes have been stuffed with light,
Glistening shards of hope
My holes, jammed together,
By generous souls who once thought –
My holes could be mended,
And, they let the light in, lingering
To watch – as those holes continued
To bring my life’s breathe.
My holes – could it possibly be,
Those holes – they’re the lessons,
The faith and the freedom,
The messages of a life lived better,
Because my holes – just holes,
Hold me all together!
Sandee kicks off her blue slippers, and pulls up her feet.
Cozy and warm, inside, where snow cannot reach the heat.
Mouse Swallower is in window, with back to the glass.
Skunk Boy is firmly attached to her round corpulent ass.
Oops. Sorry if this offends, but I always tell it like it is.
It’s a curse of the family. Sandee is my sister, the whiz.
She devours books, especially romance novels at night.
I imagine if a real man showed up, she’d chase him off with her right.
Yes, she is mighty, my sister, who looks cozy in this winter scene.
You cannot tell it by looking, but she can be biting and mean.
To humans especially, for she never met one that she liked.
The children at school would be shocked that she once upon a time biked.
She is prissy and snooty, and only has love for these two cats and books.
If you double cross her, you’ll get her wrath, it starts with horrifying looks.
Sandee looks so cozy and loving, with Mouse Swallower and Skunk Boy.
She is my sister, and believe me, you’d better not rile her or in any way toy.
But she is so unassuming, so sweet, sitting there with her hot chocolate cup.
I am telling you, Sir, she will turn you into a groveling, crying sobbing pup.
The last one she chased off was a really nice guy name of Amsterdam Bill.
She is better of course, if she has taken her lithium pill….
Great King Solomon, wisest of the rulers of Israel,
The favored son of King David, who was beloved of our God,
Did fall from grace in his old age though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him that his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries brought their daughters for his brides.,
But God said, 'Solomon be wise, send them away from you,
For they are vile before My eyes and all their daughters too.
If you accept them in My son their sins will be on you.'
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind, he welcomed those kings in,
Made pacts, alliances and deals ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by those kings and queens, acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines and wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them so strong would be their ties.
That Israel would follow them and he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened that Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them and even their gods too.
He let them build their temples and went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God by the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them and God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today, they're coming here in droves.
Fleeing from oppression that their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them and we shouldn't honor Him.
Well their god offends me too so the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us the very thing they seek.
Denying us our freedoms, our own laws have made us weak.
We are the pagans in their eyes and of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God. I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon,
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
1Kings 10:11