Things That Offend
Miracle Man
3/5 2025
At eight o’clock sharp our telephone starts ringing,
Medicare telemarketers can drive us nuts.
Seven calls daily keeps both of our hands wringing,
seeking information from some elderly klutz.
Then charitable letters from some we’ve aided,
are reaching out to us concerning our estate.
This causes some feelings of being degraded,
we’re only a name and number whose time grows late.
But these annoyances are just another life test,
that keeps both eyes and our thoughts focused on the cross.
It reminds us daily we’re here to do our best,
without letting these things become our albatross.
Have happy new year friend
my poem to you I will send
No one should offend
such a pretty sight
year has passed into the night
new day clear and bright
was agitated
had been humiliated
were both ill fated
trail (path) (road) and end had reached
was terrible when words preached
sounded like he screeched
a dream did appear
full of love and so sincere
wish that you were here
when we two would kiss
together had been much bliss
always away miss
his twilight was near
Henry is no longer here
we always did fear
no one did offend
to heaven we had to send
when he reached an end
merry with much mirth
he was merry with much mirth
departed this earth
away soul scurried
when around he had hurried
body we buried
always was well fed
no longer here and is dead
he has gone to bed
what we must admit
no longer in bed does sit
his heart would quit
Why do good things reach an end;
No one would I ever want to offend;
Always will be your favorite friend,
Which is what I always did intend.
My love is like a lovely, lonely bird;
Much sadness has always occurred;
Blessed being in God's great herd;
There are trying times we endured.
There are some things we propose;
Up to heaven like Jesus we arose;
And aware that all things God knows
Protect us from enemies and foes.
A young man in a brand-new red Ford pickup
Is said to have had very, very bad luck
Driving it rather hard,
Through a neighbor’s front yard,
The yard turned into a sodden muddy muck.
written January 21, 2022
no body cares, listens or understands
useless, senseless, meaningless actions yearend
what's the point anyway
everyday is the same
every change is an illusion
our life is a spiral
the starting point is the same as end
what do we really mend
what do we learn
except failure to bend
our initial misery
that is the trend
of a life we spend
in a locked land
loneliness we apprehend
longing for a friend
our values we offend
happiness we pretend
honesty we suspend
hope comes to a deadend
nothing blends
reality we transcend
hopelessness we expand
ultimately
our own selves we unfriend
If I offend,
let the reason be pure
Should my presence spoil your thoughts,
let not a shadow of doubt
be cast secular
When I move against the status quo grain,
fermented feelings of many
stir amber waves of murmuring
I sense the seething wind of dissimulation brewing
Compel not me to follow
the drunken messengers of false hope
Perhaps the imitation flavor of idol persuasion
be not my cup of tea ~ I despise superfluous civility
So please allow this non-conforming offense to unsweetly fall on me
As my tongue refuse to sugarcoat the truth ...
another dawn of darkness arises bitterly,
offering no core value compromising remedy
Twilight time is the fading glow of bauble hoarding lunacy
If I offend,
cast these words to the ground
Let any uplifted eyes of oblivious pride
peer ever unquestioningly down
Have You Forgiven Those Who Offend You???
Someone offended you. Have you forgiven them?
Or do you wish that someone “gets rid of them?”
Too often, actions speak much louder than words.
You may think this is ridiculous and absurd?
The choices you make have an eternal effect.
The offenses toward you, you must forget!
You’ll find in First Corinthians chapter thirteen…
The plan of God’s love takes care of everything!
Many have said; “I don’t want anything to with him.”
They’ll do anything they can to avoid him.
If you’re rushing to do this, count the cost!
Let go of this, and lay it at the cross!
Time is short! Forgive and please
don’t wait!
We may be gone tomorrow,
for heaven’s sake!
By Jim Pemberton 03/24/17
This Will Offend.
The prejudice lurks,
a gestating beast,
hate masquerading as faith,
intolerance as belief,
while,
righteous tongues mouth prayers,
beseeching Him for tax-relief.
I tire of the sermons,
spewed forth each day,
threatening damnation,
promising paradise,
while,
blanketed in the cosy comfort,
of carefully crafted lies,
Do not waste your breath here,
I refuse to succumb to your wiles,
take your God elsewhere,
He is not welcome now,
So,
leave me to my fate,
for I refuse to bow.
As I begin drinking
comes the stuttered thinking
passions made known
hidden emotions now shown
others views are heard
told by your ignorant words
yes, I sometimes come off as a fool
yet you, you seem to be just a tool
in a media controlled world
bombs dropped, family's lost
death becomes entertainment
money, for forgotten lives
yet you, self centered
offended by words
spoiled little baby,
get over it.
As I begin drinking
comes the stuttered thinking
passions made known
hidden emotions now shown
others views are heard
told by your ignorant words
yes, I sometimes come off as a fool
yet you, you seem to be just a tool
in a media controlled world
bombs dropped, family's lost
death becomes entertainment
money, for forgotten lives
yet you, self centered
offended by words
spoiled little baby,
get over it.
open your mouth,
speak in any direction
whatsoever, unabashedly
&
just
wait.
You say that God offended you today
Well, bless your little heart
Now, that is a down right shame
You think that you ought to have it your way
Because you are so smart
I am not sure that is the name of the game
There is no God, some of you say
He does not exist, that he is dead
But he still makes you welcome
He bents over backwards and goes out of his way
He is big and mean, that has been said
We that love him, know that he is awesome
You mock him, ridicule his name
And worship the one that lies
Believe in all his fantasy
Say that God is all to lame
But, you are still perfect in his eyes
You are just part of a age old conspiracy
You claim that you feel no shame
And that you are so right
You will beg for A prayer on Judgment Day
Be all alone and not the same
Blind people never see the light
Did you offend God today?
It’s not my intention to judge, criticize, or offend
It works out for me to live in peace, and make amends.
To write poetry and express all the gifting within,
Enjoying everyone’s poetry and the messages they bring.
One may write on their achievements, another their hurt,
Expressing their anguish and what it takes its worth.
It’s good in a way to let it all out, venting your emotions
If you have to scream and shout.
All I can say and I’lm hope you’ll agree, don’t get me wrong
In the process you’ll see. My poetry reflects my situation
And the things I go through. Trust they’ll be a blessing
And a tower of strength to you.
High-frequency T.V.'s and Mp3's-
fortune five-hundred execs
getting high on profit specs,
and migratory bird disease.
We live in a time where
teenage single mothers still have sex,
and the majority recieve hourly checks;
we all look on with an empty stare.
Illegal plants but legal drinking;
everyone is worried about what they wear.
They say it's bull, I say it's bear.
Fast-forward movement prevents forward thinking.
Prosperous few in a prosperous nation,
good on top, but better off below.
Destruction kills but also brings re-creation;
makes it easy to see some's inspiration.
High rise towers falling to their knees,
everyone wants, but forgot how to say please.
Tragic flaw pops up to say hello;
cross-examination of moral desecration.
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