Pardoned Poems

His Word Remains in Us

We are guilty and helpless in our own sinful plight,
But God loves and saved us from the fall.
He sent His Son into a world of night,
Not to condemn, but rescue one and all.

That through Him - Prince of Peace - we might be saved,
And boldly come before the throne of grace.
No longer lost, no longer sin-enslaved,
Clothed in His righteousness, we take our place.

Because we have been pardoned, we now boldly stand,
With petitions we ask of, heard and known.
A royal priesthood, commissioned by His own hand,
A holy nation, proclaimed as His own.

We remain in Him, our hearts renewed thus - 
And His living Word remains in us.

beyond limit

these days I question more and more
        my faiths and what their purposed for
            while evil grows to breadths unseen
    beyond, it seems, where it has been

oh grant me sense and help me live
        with deep, dark things I can’t forgive
            those angers towards the culprits of
    coarse misdeeds done to those I love

hushed secrets banned from leaving lips
        that sink sweet souls and hearts like ships
            unblemished spirits stained and drowned
    by friends and folks with greed unbound

I’ve tried so hard through love to free
        those hates that seethe inside of me 
            but I’ve not now or e’er such sweep
    for sufferance that broad or deep

        so …

I’ll hand them up to grander strengths
        a Grace that knows no walls or lengths
            and pray that such is pardoned me …
    the wealth of wrongs … I’VE brought to be.

The Great Grace-Giver

Jesus said, “My grace is sufficient for you,
for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9

Divine Giver of the law
You are all-omniscient!
Your mercy leaves me in awe;
Your grace, more than sufficient.
Within weakness I must live
your power beneficent;
forgiveness you freely give.

Sometimes my heart gets darkened
break my will and deliver
me from sin which you've pardoned.
Jesus, the great Grace-Giver
for souls which are hardened.
Embrace this weak parolee...
ALL glory belongs to Thee.

Grace in the Storm

Oh beautiful days I’ve had,
Filled with sunshine and blooming flowers.
Some, with rain and a cool breeze,
That smelled like paradise.

And bad days I’ve had,
Filled with nostalgia and lament,
Some arrived with loud noise
And a void that felt almost unhealable.

But the best of days were those
When my faith was unbreakable,
When no sorrow could spoil my joy,
When I pardoned the wrongs done to me.

When grace filled my heart,
And I gave hugs away freely.
So let tomorrow come,
And I shall embrace it.

Face me NOW

[I entered this in "Choose a 2025 posted poem" by Brian Strand which was judged on 1/11/2025 at 10:45am. Thank you!] 


[ “Everybody deserves a second chance!” ]

Within my existence, I’ve been burdened with low esteem
I was entangled within the ‘unconditional forgiveness’ cycle
To know my worth seemed like a mere dream
My forgiving being? My confidence had no survival

I was perpetually wronged throughout my life
Yet I pardoned those who wounded my being
Whenever I was met with strife
I absolved, my worth I was overseeing

But you’ve hurt me, beyond repair
And I know that for a fact
You shattered my conceptions, but now I’m aware
You can’t keep up this stupid act

Your expression twists into feign hurt
So fake it makes me want to laugh
You’re an idiot if you think I’m not alert
It’s too late for apologies on your behalf!

Destroy the peace
Screw the past push-over me!
Because of you, I feel my worth has decreased
You don’t deserve me, I know you agree

You’re frivolous, your words I won’t allow
So I’ll be fair, I will take this vow
You “want” to stay within my life, you ask how
It’s simple!
Face me now.

The Turkey A L'Orange Is Ready

I'm neither talking about the turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the huge pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.

I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.

Copyright © November 25, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Prayers of the First Man

“Lord of Light, with no hostility
Forge me as a sword of your tranquillity 

To the kingdom of war, let me give a dove 
Where there is hatred, let me give love 
Where there is pain, let me offer forgiveness 
Where there is depression, joyfulness 
Where there is despair, let me bring hope and sight 
In the empire of darkness, pure light” 

The First Man, Wise Friend and Warrior of Might 
Went down to the five kingdoms of night 

“Unsurpassed Divinity of Light 
May I have love as well as faith in the height 
It is in giving that I receive 
In sowing faith that I am graced to believe
Through loving my sons, I am loved with much rife
In pardoning, we are pardoned without strife
In death, we are reborn to eternal life”

With that, the tyrant prince was bound forever
Turn to the Light, so that your fetters may sever


I was inspired by meditating on the Prayer of St Francis of Assisi.

The world we live in today

Tennis star Sinner’s no sinner,
But Phogat is, and no winner,
Sinner’s sans intention,
She should learn a lesson,
Are rules for the First World’s honour?
____________________________ 
Happenings |19.08.2024| world, today
Poet’s note: The tennis star Sinner was found positive twice for a banned substance. But his was not an intentional crime, and so he is pardoned. Yet Olympic wrestler Vinesh Phogat was not only disqualified for the final but was stripped of her silver medal she won for being 100 grams in excess weight (a glass of water or urine would account for this difference). Sometimes ‘rules are rules’, and sometimes not so. When suits, one should look for motive or intention! But then, this world is full of double standards.

Pondering in Pastures

Pretty pink and purple poppies
 perfume peaceful pastures and
 prance into picturesque poses.
 Proud patterns in pale light 
paint playful pictures
 in dust particles like
 pinpricks of precise punctuation. 
Promises are preached, pondered, prayed for 
and proven in this patient pastime.
 Pushed, pulled, put and pardoned
 by a precious and pure performance
 in her powerful presence...
preserving this preceived poetry.

Summer of Discontent Reprised

   Americans were shocked and stunned
     ‘Reason’ abandoned, injustice had won

   On Sept. 8, 1974, when President Ford exited the stage
     The Republican right was left in fistic rage

   While the Democrat left was aghast, How could Ford do this
     The scales of justice, now so sorely amiss  

   To pardon a President, guilty in every possible way
     of undermining the law and his opponent just didn’t play 

   It cost Ford the next election, ‘cos Richard Nixon he’d pardoned
     Voters’ adverse reaction over two years so hardened

   They elected an unknown, a neophyte named Carter
     next to whom the Ayatollah Khomeini looked smarter

   Yet the country moved on, hindsight thanked Ford
     ~ That Biden pardon Trump ~ start petitioning the Lord

If Christ had not risen by Suzan Satchell

If Christ had not risen

If Christ had not risen, our sins could not be forgiven.
We would never be able to be granted a pardon.
If Christ had not risen, there would be no way for us to get access to grace and eternity.
If Christ had not risen, what would we do for the sacrifice of the sin offering? Turtledove and bullock prices would be high, and sin offerings would be too much to pay for you or even me. Christ saw the problem, and He paid the price a long, long time ago.
If Christ had not risen, our souls would be lost.
But because of His blood, we are pardoned and set free at the cross.
If Christ had not risen, where would we spend eternity? That's a question each one must answer.
But thank God for Christ's victory; we are saved and set free.

Joy at Last

3 triplets in monorhyme

Bruised by clear neglect and abuse during younger years,
her long youth could be so called, a nightmare of arrears.
Only God could create a song out of her deep fears.

Immersed in His unique mercy, repenting in tears,
wonders began anew, latent blessing for her peers.
Song begun, past pardoned, anxiety disappears.

The remarks from old and new friends brought questions and cheers -
"What's happened?" "You are one eager engine with God’s gears.”
Her "life is a song" sung by angels in heaven's spheres.

An Interior Mechanism

"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.

Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.

Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.

The Ring

The Ring
   The love between two
   Seal with a Band of Gold
   To be secure and strong,
   With the blessings of all,
   The instant symbol of marriage
   Is the Ring…
   The beginning or end is hard to find.
   Right or wrong within the ring will be pardoned.
   It will be hardened even if it’s right out of the ring.
   It’s a thorn on a finger.
   For a pair, who is always in anger,
   For those who hold love in their hearts,
   Till death they do part,
   It’s the same blessed thing.
   The Golden Wedding Ring…

Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu

What My Name Reverberates

MY NAME MEANS BLESSED

For gift of life indeed precious
Packed with love and care, so gracious
My heart exclaims praise magnitude…
Blessed, I give God my gratitude.

Pardoned against guilt’s misery
Rescued from bitterness fury 
My soul exalts grace-abundance…
Blessed, I gain peaceful assurance.

Cheered up to face toilsome hardship
While ushered for earnest worship
My faith beholds miracles' might…
Blessed, I pray to God with delight.

Striving for sublime contentment
Through my heavenly engagement
My spirit trusts the Saviour's Word…
Blessed, I conquer by divine sword.

With triumphant stewardship zeal
Bearing fruits midst prayerful seal
My service seeks God's approval
Blessed*, I share kindness' revival.**

*Jeremiah 17:7 “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.”
**Last two stanzas were added after poem was judged.

August 27, 2023
Honorable Mention, "ETYMOLOGY - the meaning of your name" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 9/6/2023.

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