He bore no grudge against those he had wronged.
quote by Simone Signoret
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Grudges are carried over
There is a grudge that my children don’t treat me
The way I have treated my old parents.
There is grudge that my wife doesn’t regard me
The way my mother had done her husband.
The grudge is there that my juniors don’t revere
The way I have revered my seniors.
Such like grudges are carried over
Through generation after generation.
25.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don't You Want To Be There
Don't you want to be there, don't you want to go?
Where the light is breaking and the cold clear winds blow
Don't you want to be there in the golden glow
Don't you want to be there, don't you want to fly?
With your arms out, let a shout take you across the sky
Don't you want to be there when the time's gone by
Times there was love all around you
Times you were strong and alone
Times you believed love had found you
And you fell through time like a stone
And those you have wronged, you know
You need to let them know some way
And those who have wronged you, know
You'll have to let them go someday
Don't you want to be there?
Don't you want to cry when you see how far
You've got to go to be where forgiveness rules
Instead of where you are
Don't you want to be there, don't you want to know?
Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow
Blow for those born into hunger
Blow for those lost 'neath the train
Blow for those choking in anger
Blow for those driven insane
And those you have wronged, you know
You need to let them know some way
And those who have wronged you, know
You'll have to let them go someday
Don't you want to be there?
Don't you want to see where the angels appear
Don't you want to be where there's strength and love
In the place of fear
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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I've had a few arguments with people, but I never carry a grudge. You know why? While you're carrying a grudge, they're out dancing.
quote by Buddy Hackett
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Death
My body, eh? Friend Death, how now?
Why all this tedious pomp of writ?
Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow
For half a century bit by bit.
In faith thou knowest more to-day
Than I do, where it can be found!
This shrivelled lump of suffering clay,
To which I am now chained and bound,
Has not of kith or kin a trace
To the good body once I bore;
Look at this shrunken, ghastly face:
Didst ever see that face before?
Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
Thy only fault thy lagging gait,
Mistaken pity in thy heart
For timorous ones that bid thee wait.
Do quickly all thou hast to do,
Nor I nor mine will hindrance make;
I shall be free when thou art through;
I grudge thee nought that thou must take!
Stay! I have lied; I grudge thee one,
Yes, two I grudge thee at this last,--
Two members which have faithful done
My will and bidding in the past.
I grudge thee this right hand of mine;
I grudge thee this quick-beating heart;
They never gave me coward sign,
Nor played me once the traitor's part.
I see now why in olden days
Men in barbaric love or hate
Nailed enemies' hands at wild crossways,
Shrined leaders' hearts in costly state:
The symbol, sign and instrument
Of each soul's purpose, passion, strife,
Of fires in which are poured and spent
Their all of love, their all of life.
O feeble, mighty human hand!
O fragile, dauntless human heart!
The universe holds nothing planned
With such sublime, transcendent art!
Yes, Death, I own I grudge thee mine
Poor little hand, so feeble now;
Its wrinkled palm, its altered line,
Its veins so pallid and so slow --
Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
I shall be free when thou art through.
Take all there is -- take hand and heart;
There must be somewhere work to do.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Habeas Corpus
1 My body, eh? Friend Death, how now?
2 Why all this tedious pomp of writ?
3 Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow
4 For half a century bit by bit.
5 In faith thou knowest more to-day
6 Than I do, where it can be found!
7 This shrivelled lump of suffering clay,
8 To which I am now chained and bound,
9 Has not of kith or kin a trace
10 To the good body once I bore;
11 Look at this shrunken, ghastly face:
12 Didst ever see that face before?
13 Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
14 Thy only fault thy lagging gait,
15 Mistaken pity in thy heart
16 For timorous ones that bid thee wait.
17 Do quickly all thou hast to do,
18 Nor I nor mine will hindrance make;
19 I shall be free when thou art through;
20 I grudge thee nought that thou must take!
21 Stay! I have lied; I grudge thee one,
22 Yes, two I grudge thee at this last,--
23 Two members which have faithful done
24 My will and bidding in the past.
25 I grudge thee this right hand of mine;
26 I grudge thee this quick-beating heart;
27 They never gave me coward sign,
28 Nor played me once the traitor's part.
29 I see now why in olden days
30 Men in barbaric love or hate
31 Nailed enemies' hands at wild crossways,
32 Shrined leaders' hearts in costly state:
33 The symbol, sign and instrument
34 Of each soul's purpose, passion, strife,
35 Of fires in which are poured and spent
36 Their all of love, their all of life.
37 O feeble, mighty human hand!
38 O fragile, dauntless human heart!
39 The universe holds nothing planned
40 With such sublime, transcendent art!
41 Yes, Death, I own I grudge thee mine
42 Poor little hand, so feeble now;
43 Its wrinkled palm, its altered line,
44 Its veins so pallid and so slow --
* * * (Unfinished here.)
45 Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
46 I shall be free when thou art through.
47 Take all there is -- take hand and heart;
48 There must be somewhere work to do.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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I Hold No Grudge
Angelo badalamenti, john clifford
I hold no grudge
Theres no resentment undneath
Ill extend the laurel wreath and well be friends
But right there is where it ends
I hold no grudge
And Ill forgive you your mistake
But forgive me if I take it all to heart
And make sure that it doesnt start again
Yes Im the kind of people
You can step on for a little while
But when I call it quits
Baby thats it
Im the kind of people
You can hurt once in a while
But crawling just aint my style
I hold no grudge
Deep inside me theres no regrets
But a gal whos been forgotten may forgive
But never once forget
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The grudge, meaningless
Though brooded, hatched, fed and cared
by the crow,
No koel shows any gratitude to its foster
mother,
For which no crow broods any grudge
against the koels.
Must you grudge one for ones ingratitude?
23.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The tempest' tells
The greed must negotiate with the need
In one’s thought and must extricate
One’s deeds
From evil influence of a tooth for a
tooth.
To retaliate is not to obliterate.
The one who wronged must repent it
out.
The one who is wronged, must forgive
in full.
Be without hatred; ‘the rarer action is
In virtue, than in vengeance.’
26.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Human’s mind
The one wronged is wronged,
With the effects unaltered,
Though it was performed
Unknowingly, ignorantly,
Incidentally, inadvertently
Innocently or with good faith.
Innocence, plead of quality,
And repentance will do no good
To the effect resulted.
It yet causes different reaction,
Thanks to the peculiarity of mind.
07.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When you bear a grudge, your child will also bear a grudge.
Self-Deceit
My neighbour's curtain, well I see,
Is moving to and fin.
No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,
If I'm at home or no.
And if the jealous grudge I bore
And openly confess'd,
Is nourish'd by me as before,
Within my inmost breast.
Alas! no fancies such as these
E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
I see 'tis but the ev'ning breeze
That with the curtain sports.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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What of that morning that lied astray
In pitiless bottom of an outbreak quiver
Spilling its ashes on a transparent tray
Remorseless in the eyes of a believer
I stood still gazed atom edged and cut
In a drawing nigh all blurred clouded smudged
I stood still astounded with no sound but
A message bottled world that bore no grudge
Against the ruins closing of its own
Against an abyss of all the things known
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Know the audience
The elaboration will bore the intellectuals.
The technical will bore the common folks.
The romance will bore the kids
Deliveries of speech must suit the recipients
02.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sententiæ
If the father’s bankrupt, and the sons fail,
Blaming it on their own bad start,
Say the father should have gone to gaol,
Forgetting their grandfather’s part.
So with all centuries of blame
Fathers by their children cursed,
Say that all the trouble came
From Eve and Adam first.
Both wrong: are wronged. But we are wronged
the most.
Their life was deep, but only deep, immersed.
We fathom further, deep enough to boast
We know a worse beneath our father’s worst.
Cambridge Review, 52/1290 (10 June 1931), 493.
poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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The Beggar's Child
MAVOURNEEN, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town
Where they grudge us the light of the day.
Around my neck you will lay
Two tight little arms of brown.
Mavourneen, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town.
And what will we hear on the way?
The stir of wings up and down
In nests where the little birds stay!
Mavourneen, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town
Where they grudge us the light of the day.
poem by Padraic Colum
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Dinka, the good neighbours
Are the most peace-loving lions
Are the most war-loving lions
On the globe in past, present and future
If you’ are more peaceful animals
They are the most peaceful animals
If you more warlike animals
They are the most warlike animals
They love Caucasians, Negroes and Mongolians
But they hate cattle rushers of any race
They love all others animals
But they hate cattle eating animals
They love war like men love women
They hate war like mankind hate
Hunger/diseases/ thirsty
If you provocate /declare war on
They dance to the tune of the song
They don’t forget for million years
About a grudge/ war
Grudge doesn’t finish in their mind
War doesn’t woodworm
Children are borne for grudge
Be peaceful to them and they will be peaceful to you
Be violent to them and they will be violent to you
They like joking sport spears and run game with buffaloes, elephants etc.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Thank For Nothing
I'll never take part in the grown population
Or waste my time with further education (hooha!)
To get what we know, is just a big show
Where they want to control
So chained and frustrated
It's all so complicated
Fashion, no passion surrounds me
All I know is I've heard this all before
Reality's a bore (is a bore)
You ask me to believe it (never believe)
Something they provide
Can't bring myself to, to what
You want me to (want me to)
This is who we are and (who we are)
nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change
I can't take part in the business revolution
Or take my chance in the real world confusion
Don't blame us, who do we trust when they're so dis-a-honest
No patience, this nation's obsessed with exploitation
Lying, denying surrounds me
All I know is I've heard this all before
Reality's a bore (is a bore)
You ask me to believe it (never believe)
Something they provide
Can't bring myself to, to what
You want me to (want me to)
This is who we are and (who we are)
Nothing's gonna change
(what!) Don't think you can ignore us (ignore us)
Don't tell me your word is right (word is right)
Don't pick a future for us (for us)
We lack 'cause we're involved!!
All I know is I've heard this all before
Reality's a bore (is a bore)
You ask me to believe it (never believe)
Something they provide
Can't bring myself to, to what
You want me to (want me to)
This is who we are and (who we are)
Nothing's gonna change
Thanks for nothing (I've heard this all before),
Thanks for nothing (reality's a bore),
Thanks for nothing (it'll never be the same),
Thanks for nothing (and nothing's gonna change)
song performed by by Sum 41
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I'm Bored
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the bored,
I'm a lengthy monologue
I'm livin' like a dog
I'm bored
I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz
I'm bored
Just another slimey bore
I'm free to bore my well-bought friends
And spend my cash until the end coz
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the board
I'm sick
I'm sick of all my kicks
I'm sick of all the stiffs
I'm sick of all the dips
I'm bored
I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz
I'm bored
I'm bored
Just another dirty bore
All right doll-face
Come on and bore me
I'm sick
I'm sick of all my kicks
I'm sick of all the stiffs
I'm sick of all the dips
I'm sick
I'm sick when I go to sleep at night
I'm still sick in the broad daylight coz
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the. . .
BORED
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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This Grudge
14 years
30 minutes
15 seconds
I've held this grudge
11 songs
4 full journals
thoughts of punishment I've expended
not in contact, not a letter
such communication, telepathic
you've been vilified
used as fodder
you deserve a piece of every record
but who's it hurting now?
who's the one that's stuck?
who's it torturing now
with an antique knot in her stomach?
I wanna be big and let go
of this grudge that's grown old
all this time I've not known
how to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
cleared slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us
like an abandoned house
dusty cupboard, furniture still intact
if i vist it now will i simple relive it?
somehow gratuitous?
but who's still aching now?
who's tired of her own voice?
who's it weighing down with no gift
from time of said healing?
I wanna be big and let go
of this grudge that's grown old
all this time I've not known
how to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
cleared slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us
maybe as i cut the cord
veils will lift from my eyes
maybe as i lay this to rest
dead weight off my shoulders will rise
here i sit much determined
ever ill-equipped to draw this curtain
how this has enterained, validated
and has served me well
ever the victim
but who's done whining now?
who's ready to put down
this load i've carried longer than i had cared to remember?
I wanna be big and let go
of this grudge that's grown old
for the life of me I've not known
how to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
cleared slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us.
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Spreading The Cure
My lack of patience,
Caused another's unkindness.
I am impatient.
I am not love.
My unkindness,
From another's impatience.
I am unkind.
I am not love.
I want what you have.
I am jealous.
I am not love.
I brag about what you do not have.
I am rude and boastful.
I am not love.
I must have my own way.
I am demanding.
I am not love.
I am bothered by your mistakes.
I am irritable.
I am not love.
My resentments keep record.
I am resentful.
I am not love.
Others have wronged me, as a result, I have wronged them.
I rejoice in the injustice.
I am revenge.
I am not love.
I am what I am, and not, what I am not.
I so desperately seek, what I am not.
It's not about give and take.
It is about give and give.
Taking is stealing.
Am I a thief of hearts?
It is about accepting what is shared.
Mercy and grace for those that have not.
They have the sickness.
I hold the cure.
No more ill will.
Just to love well.
That is how we spread the cure.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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