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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The Best Of Your Imperfections
You have let the 'hue' of things,
Bedazzle your quest...
To suppress with resentment,
Those who possess color.
And you consciously continue,
To refuse to admit...
Your wish to be like the others,
Who are born with this naturalness.
Only you come into view,
To introduce conflict.
Only you can not permit,
To leave alone what exists.
You have let the 'hue' of things,
Bedazzle your quest...
To suppress with resentment,
Those who possess color.
And it's only you who insists,
That the absence of hue...
Entitles you to do as you wish,
Until destruction has dissected...
All that does not reflect,
The best of your imperfections.
So noticeable are your blemishes,
And weaknesses you refuse to accept.
So noticeable too,
Your choice to choose to allow as you do...
A defying what God has created.
To have praise bestowed just upon yourself.
You have let the 'hue' of things,
Bedazzle your quest...
To suppress with resentment,
Those who possess color.
And your wickedness done,
Will come to undo...
Your attempts to not be 'hue-man-like',
With beliefs God has your back.
And blesses your pursuits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Place For It At All
I have forgiven you.
I have!
There is no resentment,
Stirring within me that brews!
Although the images remain
As impressions on my mind!
But I don't find the time,
To relive them
Like I use to do!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
And all the things you did...
To make my life a living hell
When I was a kid!
And the tears I shed,
When I felt then
That I was better off dead!
When I had no bed of my own.
And you could care less...
About the mess you left us in!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
But what I had to learn,
Was to forgive myself
For the burning inside of hatred I carried!
I buried my emotions in my chest!
Now released.
My mind is now in completed peacefulness!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
I had to.
Resentment is something 'you' lived with!
I have no place for it at all!
You taught me not to want it around!
And to leave it,
Wherever it was noticed, recognized and found!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
Don't let that ever be your concern!
There is much more worth to my life,
God has kept me here on this Earth yearning!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
If I had not...
You would not be left,
With that thought to wonder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
Keep Hope and Focus Vivid
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
Followed by a vision right.
One that remains clear and in sight.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
Know a life wished can be better lived.
If wanted to be flaunted.
Don't be petty and hot headed.
Feed your mind instead.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Feed peace of mind to stay instead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Fred Astaire
I'm under the assumption
that I'm gonna be the one thats leaving you
tonight, tonight...
Well I flipped every switch
that I could find on my way out just to upset you more
(just to keep you busy) just to make you angry (just because you were right) just because you were...
All tired scream safe haven,
Let's get this out and on the table...
Fast forward to say four o'clock,
I'm keeping time, I'm holdin', we're always holdin',
(we're always holdin), we're always holdin, holding out...
And that's what got us here in the first place,
you should have never come here alone
(you should have never bothered at all), bothered at all...
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh (I haven't been happier since)
Older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh, Bree Ann (I haven't been happier since, I haven't been happier, not since.)
Well five o'clock the floor caught fire with footsteps (my footsteps)
And spread like a disease to the door
(I'm stuttering through it but I hear it) I-I-I hear its good t-t-to stick to what you know
And you know a whole lot of this, it all could have been avoided when
you were courtside for this nightmare,
Well since then I got myself come and listen...
Older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh (I haven't been happier since)
Older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it...Oh, Bree Ann (I haven't been happier since)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier since (Bree Ann)
I haven't been happier not since...
Well, it used to take so much more (I used to, I used to too)
It used to take so much more (I used to, I used to too)
I used to, I used to too...
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Resentment
It is poison for the soul
That venom called resentment
It breaks up what is whole
And to hatred it gives vent.
Its cruel tendrils block
The heart and makes it cold
Makes kindness hard as rock
And dark its ugliness as told.
It robs the owner of sleep
Torments him with disrupted peace
Mutes the prayers that he keeps
What kind of suffering is this?
Resentment is an illness sure
That ends in soul unhappiness
And there is only one good cure
That is the release of Forgiveness!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Warning.
Anger, resentment, pain,
Some think it is just a game
Hope and peace of mind, just out of reach
Eventually learning what you teach
Mortals too highly graced
Faith badly placed
Knife running smooth, sharp and deep
Living with the company you choose to keep
You live the life you create
Who knows if it is possible for you to relate
Take this as a notice of heeding, warning
For all the stupid things im still doing
Open and see what I dare to give you access
But you need to know, I will never confess
Needed Rest
So overwhelmed to give at times,
I find isolation brings me peace of mind.
To give is to receive.
And in that I do believe.
But a necessity to set limits...
Allows me to feel I should and can breathe freely.
Without jeopardizing my abilities,
Which requires my much needed rest!
Although I may get protests,
From those who perceive...
My abilities are given just to please their needs.
Blessed?
Yes.
But those best lessons I've learned,
Have been the ones I have kept.
And without rest for the mind,
Guess who gets the quality time?
No one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take It Away
Get down
Wooooooo!
Get down
I'm lying to myself
And this dagger's my excuse
I'm apalled
I Should have paid up
And I left an hour late
I was laid up
I must abuse myself
I'm against all that I've made up
Set in stone the sun will come
And I hate light
You know I hate light
Dont make it look so pretty burning
Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away
I must have caught something
In the heat of all these dances
I'm a worm with no more chances
And I've lost all doubt
In a chemical romance
I guess I'm bitching
At the thoughts of tarnished hope
It's kind of funny
The only feeling
I'm not in love
You know it's not love
Don't make it look so pretty burning
Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away
Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away
Brothers and sisters
I'm right here with you
Cause everyone's got one
I started to kill me
I'm so apathetic in my resentment
Living, loving, knowing this... in my resentment
Take my hand [x8]
Take my life
Take my heart take my mind
Take my life take my life
Burn the sun burn the lights
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand take my life
Take take take take take take it away
Burn the signs burn the lights
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand take my life
Take my life
Take my life
Take my life
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It is very difficult to get up resentment towards persons whom one has never seen.
quote by John Henry Newman
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Sympathy for victims is always counter-balanced by an equal and opposite feeling of resentment towards them.
A coach is someone who can give correction without causing resentment.
quote by John Wooden
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Growing up, all I did was work and vacation, but I loved it, no one pushed me into anything. The thing was I developed no special skills. I don't have any resentment because I am a performer and I've always felt that, but it did take its toll socially.
quote by Dana Plato
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I have a high state of resentment for the conformity in this country. If you're not married and having children, it's like your life is empty or you're a communist meanie.
quote by Walker Best
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At the time, 1980, people regarded actresses involved with production with a certain amount of fear, resentment and anger.
quote by Jacqueline Bisset
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No One Knows Who With This Sits
How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.
Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.
No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!
How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
To inflict and leave,
A venomous deed.
No one knows who with this sits.
Keeping it hidden.
This should be forbidden,
But isn't!
Deceit has been bred to feed,
Too long.
No one knows who slithers with it.
Before bitten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I had a lot of resentment for a while toward Kim Novak. But I don't mind her anymore. She's okay. We've become friends. I even asked her before this trip for some beauty tips.
A Secret Of Nature! (Truth Hurts)
here comes the moon,
cheating with the stars when the sun is not arround,
however, it is a marriage that was never atall meant to be,
because the sun comes back home everymorning,
only to find that the moon is nowhere to be found,
the sun being the victim of hurt pain and resentment,
because everytime it comes back from a late shift,
expecting the dearly wife (The Moon)
to welcome him home with warmth and love, because alone the sun cannot create warmth for itself,
but reality is
the sun loves the monn!
the moon loves the stars,
and the stars are known to be the third party,
that which will always remain in the sun's heart (The Moon)
shall never be viewed by his eyes,
and for the love of the moon
it hurts!
the poor sun keeps coming back home,
hoping that the moon had come back,
but me, you, and i know exactly that reality is the truth that hurts,
because the sun will never see the moon again,
because he has never seen him before
he was never loved from the start
henceforth the resentment
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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It is not uncommon in modern times to see governments straining every nerve to keep the peace, and the people whom they represent, with patriotic enthusiasm and resentment over real or fancied wrongs, urging them forward to war.
quote by Elihu Root
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