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Such a theme has been on my mind of late. For myself, for and from others, up and down the food chain as well, in ways, even beyond the food chain. So much in life is not perfect. I have played, and still play, my part in that. No matter the intent, or love, it seems making mistakes is part and parcel to the gift of life. I found forgiveness later in life. And I needed it sorely, still do from time to time. It's a mother's voice, a father's guidance, a rejoining of fellowship, a cleaning and setting of things to right, as well as we can. It's a gift best shared out as it was given. It isn't always an easy thing.
Standard rules, 5-7-5. Traditional trademarks of the art are always welcome. Let the dance begin!
Which side of the event do you wish to write about I wonder. Oh, I will see. I think both sides are generous, when given or accepted in the spirit of the notion. I am hoping you will find the time to remember these things here. I am grateful for all of it I can receive and giving isn't shabby either. I'll start out with a couple of offerings myself.
not for me to say
asking in earnest, receiving -
what is afforded
grace gifted, no charge
the price is for Another
received mine in spades
ReplyDeleteHmmm. .. A good theme.. But, man.. You are forcing me to think here..
You will forgive?
ReplyDeleteThinking here ... :-/
ReplyDeleteDon't worry. That is why I put the theme up early. I know you have it in you. Just take your time, do it when life mellows or you just see it.
ReplyDeleteIs it the theme itself, or... are you off your game? Just curious.
Ulcers eat away..
ReplyDeleteThe laundry lists grow longer
Both sides need to chill..
(Me off my game? .. Neva! If I can help it. And that previous statement was said with a twinkle in the eye.)
:-)
The problem with what you are suggesting is that forgiveness requires contrition, only one side is right, and it is long overdue for this to be settled. Now, honestly? My side will, if it hasn't, cave as soon as it gets the secret little things it wants. They are riding the backs of the will of others to get what they want, not do our will. Most of them are bought and sold, truly perhaps all. I hope hell will have been worth it.
ReplyDeleteIf that was about what they are presenting it as, it would be perfect. It is not. It is merely business.
On such a topic, consider your poem well if it engages? I would. :p
ReplyDeleteMy haiku was kind of inspired by couples I know who after being married for a long time divorced. All I got to hear was each side's laundry list.
ReplyDeleteOh! Ouch.
ReplyDeleteGood afternoon Doom,
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your win. You chose a fine topic. I will start with one and hope to be back, however it depends on the weather.
Contemplating act
Better to ask forgiveness
Than for permission
Hello Karl,
ReplyDeleteI don't know if it is unfortunate or not, but the fact remains there is truth in that poem. I learned it in the service and it has never let me down since.
Weather or not, eh? I hope so!
And another ..
ReplyDeleteLove needs acceptance
Love needs patience, forgiveness
Hot make up sex helps .. :-)
Oh. Well. When ideals fail go back to the most basic reasons we dared? I love truth in advertising. :)
ReplyDeletecongrats on your win here are mine and visuals will be up tomorrow
ReplyDeletewords thrown in anger
slicing with icy fingers
forgiveness needed
forgive and forget
ones smile hides the pain, mask
memories remain
Welcome, becca. Thanks for the entrants. Hmm, sounds like you not had great luck with the notion? Let us know when you are up.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your win! Let the spanking commence ;) Here is some for now might be back later, going to get a tooth pulled. :(
ReplyDeleteGot another text
Glass Smashing as I Rear End
Shameful Tears are Shed
This has never happened to me, I just began driving, but I know it happens.
I have been rearended by a texter. Tears aren't what I need. Shame does me no good. I do remind, I will forgive almost anyone of almost anything, but forgiveness does not expiate legal or financial dues. /rant
ReplyDeleteStill, glad you posted. But... if you are having trouble driving and not texting, take care of your addiction before you kill someone. There is no excuse. Drunk drivers have more of an excuse, to be frank. Don't.
Congrats, DOOM! What can I say.... you truly are the teat's sweet:D
ReplyDeleteTickle me with fancy free
No pleasures will I bide
Forgiveness is my drug of choice
Loosens doors unhinged
Flesh and soul are in cahoots
Entwined within its favor;
Requiting what is sown
Begging you to follow suit
No walls to slow us down
So drop your drawers and kiss me, Fool
No need for, "Mother... May I?"
(don't go git'n your pantaloons in a bind...you're no fool)
Anywhoo, please forgive me...
Not what's said, but done
Love thy self... forgive... reflect
Loose the doors unhinged
As dusk approaches
Do not fear, ma' Dear. Rejoice!
Forgiveness awaits
Walked on...back, then forth
One too many passes swept
Know your footsteps well
@Foam, I misbehave purely for the giggles... make-up sex is the cake the cat drug in...ME-OWE!
ciao ciao
Well, hell, Raf, you can be as fresh as you like with quality of work as such. I might even be flattered! You would end up spurned, of course, but never worry about all that fuss. I spurn many women too. *grins*
ReplyDeleteI've written all I will about that, so feel free to play as you like. Truly. No forgiveness needed. That you still grace my door is enough. Dare and know, all good. Nary a word the more will be writ in such regard, save should you ask something specific.
That is some really good stuff. Thanks for visiting and stirring the pot.
Blizzard lashes long.
ReplyDeleteMother Nature forgives not;
prepared/unprepared.
Serendipity checking in, having recently escaped the above scenario. Prepared, yes. We were snowbound, trapped in the forest, in relative comfort, but we needed more people and snow shovels. How many days can you shovel snow from dawn to dusk to open the road out? Mother Nature sometimes asks that very question. If you are in a remote location best be prepared. (The day prior to a 2-day blizzard was shirtsleeve weather without a hint of what was coming!) The weather forecast said up to 9 inches. That was a far cry from over 2 feet and drifts.
Serendipity,
ReplyDeleteGlad to see your entry. I have a love/hate relationship with the topic, as it seems no matter how hard one tries, always being fully prepped is impossible. But between some modicum of effort and getting it into the mind that making due is sometimes as good as it gets, I trudge on in that.
I also love the cautionary tale. Glad that you were prepped, did what you could, and came out of it with nothing worse than a tale to tell. The weatherman is never to be trusted, as I see things. I don't grumble, he can give warnings, but... Reminds me, I need to get my winter gear pack back in my vehicle. Just a short trip in the vehicle might end up being a heck of a walk and the mountains, as well as the seasons, are not forgiving to men or tech.
Loverly.
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Sorry I have been such a dud to you early submitters, as to comments. My spit was a bit dried up. I've caught another wind, so submit more for praise from the good side of me. Urhm, if you dare.
Deep Dark Secret Lies
ReplyDeleteLoving More Than One, Lusting
Shameful Truth Revealed
Its hard to find an honest relationship, its even harder to forgive after being hurt.
Aye, true that Amanda. However, when I had more than one woman I always let everyone know, save one instance. Come to find out she knew the whole time. Didn't care as long as my shoes were generally her's to claim, under her bed most, usually all, of the week, it seems. But that is messy, in way too many ways, and spooky with all that is out there anymore. And more, it's immoral, at least in the ethos that finally claimed me.
ReplyDeleteJudge me as you will. My physical desires were, and remain, profound. While I was taught better, I knew, even among some of my teachers, personally, that words and actions were not the same. Secrets, passions. I chose to abandon secrets, save perhaps with some specifics like actual names, mostly, but not passions, at first. I have learned to be with one woman, and chosen to do that. Having been alone for a decade to ponder that on a tree of woe. Dreams are what they are though.
Nice poetry, however. It doesn't seem as it fits forgiveness, but the opposite is open game as well. If you went there, I am sorry for you. It's why I abandoned secrets myself. Actually, it's why I abandoned much of it, if more passively as an end God seemed to indicate, not the means? Something like that.