Short Forgivable Poems
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FORGIVENESS
Not for the unforgivable
Or for wicked deeds
But for the Forgivable
If not for you
Then for them
FORGIVENESS
Mistake -
Mistake
Forgivable, pardonable
Misunderstanding, malfunctioning, glitching
Ever so irretrievable
Error
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Devil I refuse to let you destroy
My wonderful unspeakable joy
And my emotions you won't play with like a toy
No I won't give in to you
Because my Jesus has so much more power than you
And he always sees me through
For he's lovable and forgivable too.
He is,
Reality is to question doubt
Either to hear or read
Demanded sound
Until you finish your final thought
Neglected emotion
Downs every battle fought
A forgivable reason
No-one ever brought
Tease or teach on how the world taught
Redundant.
Eve ... You yearn to pluck with utmost haste
The fruit on the forbidden tree.
The urge is great, resistance hurts
The ache is so unbearable.
Eve ... You gaze and wish to hold and taste
The fruit on the forbidden tree.
But once you bite, the bubble bursts.
Is this one act forgivable?
The Sun rises
as it also sets
days become weeks
time passes
agony grows deep
insulting the oppressed
never forgivable
ambulances blown to bits
exploding people dance in the sky
how much hate
went into those bombs
or was it just indifference?
one can stand with a voice
or sit in silence and preach
I have no hate
nor patience for the those
who screech
Witch or good priest
depends on the prayer
some dark and dreary
some bright and sunny
speak evil spell or chant
a soul protecting honey
a slimy palm
or church plate
for the money --
the atheist supports
neither coven
nor Easter Bunny...
who will have the
greater surprise?
when heaven and the
Devil separate mortal sin
from forgivable surmise --
Alas I understood
that anger isn't crimson.
Anger is dark, as dark as it can be.
Darker than sorrows, or even lust.
And it doesn't grow in your veins
or linger in your bones.
Anger is an embrace.
An embrace so welcoming,
it feels forgivable.
And yet your pardon is taken,
from those whose pain you drink.
Your reasons for the cause
is a reason for their deaths.
Yet again, it wouldn't be anger
if you don't intend to kill.