Sympathy for victims is always counter-balanced by an equal and opposite feeling of resentment towards them.
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Resentment?
Resentment?
I have never met anyone,
With abilities and skills...
That expressed a resentment,
Towards anyone seeking to be convinced...
Talents they possess,
Could be used at someone else's benefit.
And there to easily access.
But had been ignored,
For another sought to address...
That left them with an impression to express.
Resentment?
How many people do you know,
Would give up their expertise freely?
To confess to anyone,
That a giving up of their unpaid time...
Had been rejected,
Without a compensation of payment done.
To allow a continuance of their peace of mind?
And this they kept protected.
Acknowledging how this was difficult to find.
Resentment?
I doubt very seriously if they had that feeling.
Perhaps relieved...
What they brought to offer to others,
Had not been dissected or scrutinized.
With a diluting done of their freely given abilities.
Resentment?
Would not be the word I'd use,
To define their state of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no austerity equal to a balanced mind, and there is no happiness equal to contentment; there is no disease like covetousness, and no virtue like mercy.
Two opposite things
Man cannot conceive like woman.
Is he equal to woman?
Woman will not rape as man does.
Is she equal to man?
Man is plus and woman, minus.
They aren’t equal.
Man is a positive and woman, a negative.
They aren’t equal.
Equality is not the need of the hour.
fitting to each other.
Union is not of two equal things
But two opposite things.
Man is a tree and woman, a vine.
Clinging is assured
17.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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Aftermath for Friend Thad
I’m feeling rather delicate;
perhaps it’s something that I ate.
My stomach’s complains bitterly
It churns and churns incessantly.
I’m feeling bloated full of gas,
the pressure builds but will no pass.
It is becoming serious
I’m feeling really nauseous.
Then suddenly I feel the urge
a desperate need to go and purge.
I go and sit upon the throne.
Ah. Such relief I’ve never known.
I get but little sympathy.
My wife declares that I should be
aware of my capacity.
That too much beer is bad for me.
She might be right I must admit
which does not mean I must like it.
I rather have some sympathy.
Perhaps a nice hot cup of tea.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Losing All Sanity
Trying to make it.
trying not mentally break.
every direction i go.
its always a no.
one day im gonna blow.
Can i be a skit z?
can i be crazy?
when push comes to shove i will go nuts.
but only if defending those i love.
yeah i feel resentment but it doesn't bring me to my knees.
at least not yet. signed with a feeling of blood soaked regret.
I'm just trying make it. cant you see that.
but still i don't know i can take it.
denial after denial and not even an ounce sympathy.
not that i desire pity. but come on if you please.
I know theirs is nothing wrong with me.
except maybe a loss of dignity.
even i can't deny it.
for thiers is a dark stain on my heart.
will i forever marked?
a tortured soul.
Yet i feel as if im always in control.
Is the world truly mine to take?
Or will i continue on my path of mistakes.
I'm just trying to make it.
if someone would help me.
feeling kinda of desperate.
feeling kinda lonely.
oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah god must really hate me ha ha.
what was i ever even thinking.
Maybe i was mentally breaking
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept my sympathy
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy!
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sympathy In End
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy! By SARTHAK DAS
poem by Sarthak Das
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Equal
equal,
..equal,
...equal,
....equal,
.....equal,
......equal,
.......equal!
dont it sound good?
wouldnt it feel good?
think about it,
and then do something about it!
equal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Funny Courts
Check and balanced souls are deeds.
Call our Warrants lying seeds.
YUPPIFY worlds will buy our hearts.
Funny laws have funny counts.
Counter claims against are laws.
Laws of Eden tyrants fall.
Words of mouths have greedy needs.
Laws and phases are all to feed.
Feed our hearts are ways of earth.
Some co0jnsensus facts may nurse.
First to punch is something forces.
First are forces are over lords.
First to have are grosses are gains.
All obtrude are tyrants airs.
Country origin counts their cases.
Stir and nick for words or tastes.
China despots take their laws.
Kill no deaths but tyrants fall.
Goals are aims are funny counts.
Funny counts have funny nouns.
Phase to lock are nothing lag.
Manic tyrants are mania mad.
China perils come with miffs.
Bootstraps men have faces that lift.
Buy off judges have funny courts.
Breadths of views are better thought.
Counter cases are equal laws.
Goals are there but lost our balls.
-Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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How Joyous Is That Song Sung?
Is there really a freedom that comes,
When one is released from the fear
Of obstacles?
Isn't that experience secretly enjoyed,
In one's life?
To awaken each day to face created challenges?
If they are gone...
How joyous is that song sung?
Doesn't it become monotonous,
To eventually sing the same tune endlessly?
To then begin feeling guilty about continuous joy felt?
And becoming afraid to express it,
Knowing someone will be annoyed by this?
There seems to be more happiness shared,
Between those who are depressed.
At least they are not moaning alone.
They seem to be together,
In a bonded collectiveness.
But when one is laughing...
And no one else is around?
A staring is done.
And it is difficult to determine,
If this is resentment.
Or expressions of sympathy given.
Especially if the laughter done increases.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man will never understand woman and vice versa. We are oil and water. An equal level can never be maintained, as one will always excel where the other doesn't, and that breeds resentment.
quote by Dionne Warwick
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Action and reaction are equal and opposite.
quote by Gertrude Stein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For every action there is an equal and opposite government program.
Firewall
Encompass your soul
with firewall.
The false webpage,
won't bring sure fall!
Who is the sinner,
to burn you in fire?
Combustible isn't spirit,
doesn't care his ire!
Life is a balanced sheet,
as all beforehand saw-
each action has its same, opposite
reaction, tells Newton's third law!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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What Use Threats?
What use threats
which sometimes
often usually achieves
the opposite effect
to hoped for outcomes
to desired intentions.
Concern warning
given in genuine love
quietly heartfelt
is more appropriate.
Why put
hurting souls
into corner
of told you so?
Why rub
down people up
in abusive
critical ways?
Why kick victims
down on their knees
who have fallen
on their karma face?
Is now not
the best time
to help them
to their feet?
Time enough later
for victims of misfortune
caused by multiple reasons
to pain error
learn wisdom
life inherent
in such lessons.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ambivalence
A= a feeling i have about you my angel... im sorry that it goes both ways..
M=making me go crazy this feeling makes me go crazy!
B=but i do regret feeling this way about you i hate my indecision
I= I cant live without out you my angel in spite of this feeling
V= vertigo, thats what its like in this feeling
A= a personal, self- made death, is what too much of this can cause
L=lie, thats what this feeling will cause me to do
E= excellent, is the opposite of how i feel in my state of
N= non-decisive is how i am in this state of
C=curdling, will be my scream when this kills me
E= enthralled, is another antithesis of how i feel when i become
ambivalence don't know what it means look it up
because its how i feel its become who i am
its become more like me than me
poem by David Knox
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That Man
I've grown a lot these past few years...
but not expecting much
no hug
no talks
no sympathy
never a 'daddy's touch'
you let me go years ago
because of your selfish ways
only about you
never me
but my resentment stays
to call yourself my father
would be an overkill
maybe a donor
a knock up
or just a space to fill.....
poem by Sally Nesmith
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