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Heavenly Father of righteousness
the long path I lay in dreadful darkness
may tomorrow be inundated by light,
not darkened by rain-swollen clouds;
I seek serenity, not another tempest.
Heavenly Father of righteousness,
why won't a proud man ask for forgiveness,
for having inflicted pain on their children
and not expunged the evil acts of a villain?
Lord, I've known many days of anger
and turning hostile I refused to be kind
to an uncaring dad flinging discipline,
not the affection that a son needed;
and not ever loving him as a father,
I didn't look forward to being sane.
I didn't live the life of a normal kid and suffered
not have had the support that built confidence,
that gave a fragile kid the necessary guidance;
not even once I was encouraged for my effort,
if I failed he laughed at me and scolded me;
mom watched me and looked at him with fright,
but her hug gave me the needed solace
protecting me in any way she possibly could.
Heavenly Father of righteousness,
lift this veil of unpardonable grudge
off my grieving face, let me erase the image
of surly and unbearable days if a childhood
that left scars on the youngest soul in distress;
And I grew up following intuition avoiding being slashed
by a sword not flinging curses, but remaining kind
after being torn apart by hostility and unfairness.
Terror Beneath the Bruised Twilight
Beneath the bruised twilight, forsaken graves gape wide,
Splintered crosses leer like phantoms that bide.
Brambles coil and clutch with thorns sharp as dread,
Weeds mutter curses for the restless and dead.
A skeletal steeple claws the plague-stricken sky,
Hollow winds shriek through windows where lost souls still cry.
Rusty gates slam behind, locking shadows within,
Power lines moan warnings of unpardonable sin.
Ghastly shapes swirl, faces twisted with pain,
Grasping cold gravestones, chanting dark refrain.
Silence crushes breath, as if the world mourns its doom,
In this eldritch graveyard, pure terror finds room.
Impossible mission for yours truly,
sans this dada to validate
those two most significant mentors,
no paternal biased trait,
(who I helped beget) enroute to great
adventures toward enormously
enviously exciting destinations,
thus birth father doth ululate
eternal burning tears boding
indefinite fare thee well,
cuz propensity to
become autonomous innate
within each body electric,
and offload emotional freight
unnervingly, unscrupulously, unwittingly...
within impressionable off
us spring psychs did create,
(especially thine eldest)
perceived intentionally deliberate
indelible, unbearable, undeniable,
unforgettable, unlearnable, unpardonable,
untenably insufferable state
psychological crimes, misdemeanors,
and punishments who bore brunt
regarding mine cratered distrait
parental moon unit gravitational pull
thus itching to break free
and cleared eighteenth circuit atop oblate
spheroid around nearest star
December twenty second, sans
(bench marked circa 1996), her birthdate
I unknowingly long fostered
execrable despicableness and did generate
antipathy, loathsomeness, vileness...
ripe opportunity she hightailed out our
reprehensible company she did hate
despising dirt poor existence portrait-
quick to compare/contrast our pennilessness
with rich Mainliners, where dire strait,
i.e. particularly financial since household
income equaled zilch figuratively
queued, hexed, aligned... with eight
ball, cuz we wanted progeny late
in life, despite afflictions
with mental illness
additionally unkempt, unsightly, untidy,
where chaos and entropy did administrate
residence discouraged "star student,"
nee repulsed offering extending
invites to any chummy classmate,
plus inapropos behavior,
I exhibited oblivious impact
analogous bing saddled to heavyweight
see millstone upon first born psyche
even now, she smolders
thus doth dissociate
with this "sir" and missus,
oh yes...much more aye could narrate!
Devoured left behind faking his death his daughter reaches for him expecting his arrival unearthed endeavors it was all a fraud fake funeral service an abomination against the holy spirit haunting watching her purgatory waiting for her dad to cross over when someone fakes their death loved ones who has passed away actually awaits the arrival of a new loved one they actually leave heaven to help them cross over but when it's fake they get stuck on the other side and cannot return to heaven until that loved one crossing and if they are denied access to God's kingdom the loved one who risk everything to greet them remains stuck in thier purgatory this is thee unpardonable sin against the holy spirit
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By this trick have I won, year after year,
A hundred marks since I was pardoner.
Chaucer, Canterbury Tales
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Climbing down from high moral ground,
From cool claim all his term around,
Biden pardons his son
From all the evil done,
Yet, scarce is he alone
To lick licentious bone,
Which way’s world’s conscience keeper bound?
Is pardon altruistic grace?
It veils an arbitrary face.
More than human glory,
It bears poor history,
And disburses more dirt
Than mends a moral hurt,
Nor is a case of forgiveness.
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Happenings |04.12.2024|satire, clemency/compassion
Poet’s note: The intent of the founding fathers of the country was not to pardon family members or close supporters, or even self, as Trump might do in future. Bill Clinton pardoned his half-brother on the day he left office. Jimmy Carter granted amnesty to draft-dodgers on the first day in office. Gerald Ford pardoned his former boss Richard Nixon for official misconduct. Trump in his first term pardoned his son-in-law’s father, shortly after losing his bid for re-election. But the list is long. Says a commentator, this pardon is not for his son alone. The Big Guy is protecting himself from Kash Patel, newly selected FBI Chief under Trump.
Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?
Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect
courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape
that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we
signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...
basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,
eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization
kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,
she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom
fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.
I am here
In a different time and place
In which tears of joy of one
Unfolds the tears of discrimination of another
Such a cruel and beautiful place
This world can be
Such happiness and melancholy
It can cause
To trade the laughter of a hundreds
With the wretchedness of one
Is such an unpardonable sin
Where love is such a misguided emotion
And jokes just become an exotic offence
And people no longer go by the principle of respect
Where habits and manners become the past tense of an old lifetime
Where everyone says such things as
“No one loves you”
Where every low- life disrespects an ordinary
Where people who cry and weep
Are the people that speak of fact?
And people that are strong and rarely do they weep
Are the bad?
Nonsense after Nonsense
Sanity Losing Sanity
World decreasing in faith
Word becomes worthless
And I sit here
And I am to blamed
Of things that do not cause any shame
I am here, sitting and receiving offences
Of people who their duty is to love? To care?
Such an ironic place this world has become
Such a spell of loathing is cast upon us
And we, who fight are in this spell
To be condemned
Leaving heavenly throne to reach-out mankind, the Messiah bore the status of condescension: His birth in the Bethlehem manger brought to Earth’s calendar a divine milestone, while glorious angelic choir and awed shepherds welcomed His babyhood.
offering love’s best
incarnation triumphant
eternal life reigns
Servant-leadership --- Christ exemplified as He ministered with mercy’s optimized best: healing the sick, feeding the multitudes, quickening the dead, forgiving the repentant, pronouncing beatitudes, drawing humanity nigh to the Almighty.
utmost caring shown
compassion indeed at work
blissful selflessness
Falsely accused with blasphemy unpardonable, betrayed by intimate companions, indicted to pay sins’ penalty, Jesus bore the cross to Calvary, giving up the ghost to reconcile sinners to the holy Creator: freeing those who trust Him from iniquities’ condemnation, assuring them heaven’s security, and granting peace so blissful.
grace and justice met
redemption truly fulfilled
blest crucifixion
Entombed, verily secured; yet after three days of burial, the Saviour rose amidst guarding soldiers manifesting His omnipotence: mighty wonder proving His expertise in impossibilities, miraculous act only the Sovereign can do and marvelous magnificence against vanity of temporal existence.
power over grave
resurrection smiting death
hope of believers
Heeded toward the Father above, the Lord entrusted the Great commission-fruition to His church: to build lives, spread His love, exalt His name through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, gearing, guarding, and girding while advancing His kingdom*.
pursuits accomplished
ascension so jubilant
to come again soon
*Matthew 28:19-20 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
September 2, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 9/16/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
You can ask yourself what
exactly is the judge thinking
about when he decides to sit
on a bank blow his on brains
out I wonder calmly is he thinking
about his funeral the flowers
I mean how many flowers for
a judge is he thinking about
the last brown eyes he seen
at the Italian American club
or perhaps the vintage of war
in war the pope the choir
singing hymns loudly as the
arch bishop walks in everyone
rushing to kiss his hand
congratulating the judge
is he thinking of old disagreements
payoffs bribes mafia corruption
organised crime his reputation
on the bench being devoured
with corruption the many falsifying
documents Abraham Lincoln
tomb the harshness brutal wrath
what is he thinking as the cold
shot gun is placed ever so calmly
in his mouth family community
loss flowers how many on looker’s
awakened to a dead judge brains
splattered on the trees autumn
breeze leaves are changing
from green to red to brown
blood stained the leaves what
is he thinking his lifeless body
displayed for the town to witness
the most horrific crime against
humanity suicide he murdered
himself thee unpardonable sin
after handing harsh sentences
attacking brown innocence he
begins to beg for forgiveness
leaving corruption in shambles
life short circuits heavy hearts
heavy breathing who else knows
what is he thinking forgive me
lord for I have sinned thee
unpardonable sin I am so
sorry mother in that moment I
found peace knowing he killed
himself because he made me cry
I ordered Aiello’s daisies yellow
and white ones pleasant I will
always fondly remember
the Italian American Club hey
what’s a matter you hey what
you think a you do why you look
so sad say it’s a not so bad say don’t
you like a this place Ah shaddap
a you face rest in paradise Judge
thank you for your compassion
your clarity and granting me such
personal peace Your Honor may
peace always be with your spirit
forgiven
stop terrorist threats
corruption organized crime
intimidation bullying abuse
of power falsifying cruelty
it will always always leads
to horrible loss
He was the Lamb that had to be slaughtered
during the Passover and without Calvary, there wouldn't have been any salvation;
nothing would have forgiven our unpardonable sin!
Christ, as Isaiah prophesied, came when Jerusalem
was in dire need of a king who promised freedom!
The Romans were the conquerors with that mighty sword,
but only the defiant Barabbas waged war against Caesar with many a rebellion!
Many say that we shouldn't venerate the cross which Jesus died upon,
but without the presence of that cross, we couldn't have been saved;
Jesus' blood gushed from it, to stain the rocks below, and wash all inequities away...
and the weeping and wailing of His mother Mary deepened when Christ expired,
as the earthquake jolted Jerusalem's streets and Temple,
to even make the envious and skeptical Priests tremble,
the radiant sun became invisible as darkness covered all;
and was it a coincidence or the undeniable fact that God Himself showed us His mercy?
We haven't carried the heavy wooden cross through Jerusalem and being whipped,
and laughed at; and we haven't seen those women cry for the Christ whom they heard speak;
and we haven't felt the agony of the most atrocious hour that He endured for us all!
An impostor wouldn't have suffered and died to become the Redeemer they awaited,
a liar wouldn't have glorified His Father and preached a Gospel that offered much hope;
History was changed at Golgotha, and human kindness nurturing divine love triumphed!
Lord Jesus, many heard you speak on the Mountain and beheld what we could not!
Lord Jesus, Andrew and John stood by you and comforted Your Mother with their tears!
As you promised the good thief...Lord, remember us, too when we testify in Your favor
or die for Your sake! Paradise awaits us, and all who believe in goodness, not evil;
the excruciating crucifixion was predestined, not being staged by Man who hated love,
it had to happen in order for Humanity to reconcile with their forsaken God of Israel!
We can never be worthy for Your sacrifice, unless we become the messengers of true faith...
to uphold truth and dignify love as you often did in words and deeds!
If we forget Your passion, nothing can magnify the purpose of Your death;
and without a shepherd, this flock will aimlessly roam among rocks and weeds!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci