Too Deeply Inflicted to Forget
How can someone undo a bitterness done.
And stung to wound,
Over something assumed.
And what are the thoughts,
Does one have going through their head?
Knowing what has happened...
Will eventually bring another,
Sadness instead.
And when it is discovered a mistake was made.
No apology seems to suit,
An anger that was laid.
A reputation was ruined.
And that was done with intent.
Creating a lifetime of resentment...
That one chooses to now call,
Merely a simple accident!
Well...
Unfortunately,
Some accidents leave scars...
Too deeply inflicted to forget!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem Of Frustration, Rage, Bitterness, Resentment, Disappointment, Envy, Sadness, Sickness, Depression, Fear
A POEM OF FRUSTRATION, RAGE, BITTERNESS, RESENTMENT, DISAPPOINTMENT, ENVY, SADNESS, SICKNESS, DEPRESSION, FEAR
A poem of frustration, rage, bitterness, resentment, disappointment, envy, sadness, sickness, despair, depression, fear-
All feelings of down and darkness and shame and lust and emptiness
A poem of ugliness inside and anger which has no goodness in it
A poem to blame myself and the world
A poem of guilt and loneliness and nothingness and sadness again and again
A poem no one ever needs to feel
A bad poem on bad things
Ugly ugly ugly
As if even the earth were made in the image of darkness and death
Such a sad bad poem and such inner anger and sickness and sadness
What can it all mean?
When I am a person of such good intention
Who wants the best for us all?
What can it all mean
When God wants us to be better and better and good?
I don’t know.
I am just a little complaining discontent not yet at the end of my road perhaps.
God help me out of this again, please.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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From a Wound Self Inflicted
How many days of sadness,
Have you sat?
With still no reception,
Of an inner peace.
Or a wish to be reprieved,
From a wound self inflicted.
You pamper it as if...
Holding onto it,
Will eventually...
Clear the air you breathe.
Who came to visit you with agony?
And you decided to keep it to host!
Who came to convince,
A draining of your happiness...
Was a duty to impose.
With a closing out of any light...
That has left you etched against a darkness,
You decided to select with a satisfaction...
You chose!
How many days of sadness,
Have you sat?
With still no reception,
Of an inner peace.
Or a wish to be reprieved,
From a wound self inflicted.
You pamper it as if...
Holding onto it,
Will eventually...
Clear the air you breathe.
And nothing but a suffocation,
Is all I witness!
All that I see...
That keeps you shadowed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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Lets Bring It Back
(annie roboff/jeffrey steele)
Lotta people talkin bout
Givin up and walkin out
These days
Made up their minds dont want the hurt
Theyre resigned not to do the work
It takes
Well whatever happened to hangin on
And goin the extra mile
Whatever happened to believin
Lets bring it back
A true love that lasts
Lets take a chance
At spending a lifetime together
In a slow dance
In a deep trance
In a romance
Lets bring it back
Used to be a simple thing
All it took was a simple dream
And love
And when the ride got a little rough
Youd buckle down, stick it out
And rise above
Well, whatever happened to knowin
That we kept the promise made
Whatever happened to those days
Lets bring it back
A true love that lasts
Lets take a chance
At spending a lifetime together
In a slow dance
In a deep trance
In a romance
Lets bring it back
The kissin, the laughin, the passion
Lets bring it back
Thats what two hearts should have
In a slow dance
In a deep trance
In a romance
Lets bring it back
In a slow dance
All that romance
Lets bring it back
song performed by by Lonestar
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Impressed: Anger Is a Habit
Tim LaHaye is an excellent psychologist,
he devised seven steps for curing anger,
resentment and bitterness:
Recognise anger as harmful and counter-
productive, a problem to be overcome by
achieving the victory
Clearly express anger while repeating the
decision to let go of angry thought-patterns
over and over
Forgive those who caused anger, knowing
you have done, or have the capacity to do
the same or worse
Repeat the procedure when hostile thoughts
return, giving thanks in every case of insult,
rejection and injury
Be thankful for everything as thankfulness
is therapeutic, helps to reduce the flaming
anger and brings positive thoughts
Filled with love for others, including object of
wrath - then you cannot be plagued by anger
and hostility yourself
Anger is a habit of temperament ignited by any
distress or unpleasant conditions; anger can
ruin your mind, health, business
And family life; repeat above formula when-
ever you get angry because doing it only
once cannot help immediately
The formula has to be acquired by carefully
cultivated habit which can then become
second nature
pp 280 - 282
Why You Act The Way You Do - Tim LaHaye,
Tyndale House Publishers, Living
Books edition,1984
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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For Pity's Sakes
Oft in the stilly night, I wake
for no reason apparently.
Then I recall each past mistake
that I have made regretfully.
A self inflicted punishment
for wrongful deeds which I recall
Some hurt I caused without intent.
The guilt I felt still lingers yet.
I fall asleep eventually
my guilty conscience satisfied.
Allows me to sleep peacefully.
My past misdeeds are set aside.
I can’t deny I made mistakes
so do we all for pity’s sakes.
11-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Exchange In Two Minute Sound Bites
I am not seeking a great performance.
I desire some love,
To be made.
And nor am I looking for it to be debated.
Or exchange in two minute sound bites...
In claims from heated tirades.
What has happened to that innocence missed.
And meeting someone nice,
To add to a friendship list.
And open to share some good advice.
What has happened to that magic kiss.
That excited feelings right...
Morning, noon and night.
And what has happened to the basicness...
Free of medication.
Free of disceet and vice.
I care that we please our needs.
I don't come to get, receive and leave.
I want a truth we both believe.
I'm not a quick fling thing...
To be stung then stinged.
I am not seeking a great performance.
I desire some love,
To be made.
And nor am I looking for it to be debated.
Or exchange in two minute sound bites...
In claims from heated tirades.
I care that we please our needs.
I do!
I don't come to get, receive and leave.
I want a truth we both believe.
I do!
I'm not a quick fling thing...
To be stung then stinged.
What has happened to that magic kiss.
I care.
And what has happened to the basicness,
Of it!
What has happened to that magic kiss.
I care.
And that sweetness left upon one's lips.
What has happened to that innocence missed.
What has happened to that magic kiss.
And what has happened to the basicness,
Of it!
An accident has happened and it should be dismissed.
What has happened to that innocence missed.
And what has happened to the basicness,
Of it!
What about that magic kiss?
That greeted when we met,
With a wish our lips repeated.
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.
Least said soonest mended.
Least said soonest mended.
In the anger of the moment.
We react instinctively
Harsh words spill out by accident
Which we regret immediately.
Anger looses inhibitions
We do not think before we speak.
The spoken word can’t be unsaid
However much we may regret.
Although our anger’s long since fled
Those we offend do not forget.
Anger loosens inhibitions.
We do not think before we speak.
Old friends become new enemies.
Misunderstandings on both sides
Exchanging apologies
may help but bitterness abides.
Anger loosens inhibitions
We do not think before we speak.
Reacting to a perceived slight.
Something we are prone to do.
We forget to be polite.
It’s unfortunate but it’s true.
Thursday,13 October 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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On The Internet
Forget about it being fresh,
If it is discovered...
On the internet.
It is not as if a wrong telephone number,
Has been called and placed.
One makes and chooses to forget.
To dial another!
Today anyone can be traced...
As if face to face.
To become as close,
As a brother, sister, father or one's mother.
With a spending of more time electronically...
On a keyboard that connects...
Wherever in the world one wishes to be.
And whenever the need.
'I've felt closer to you in these past few days,
Let's get married!
We'll meet at the alter...
And exchange introductions.'
Anyone can be researched,
From birth until death.
And if someone has claimed,
Notoriety and fame...
A simple 'burp' heard while eating,
May stir the beginning of one's shame.
And if one should make a mistake,
No matter how small or insignificant it is...
Someone may decide to use it,
As a means to remember!
And never to forgive.
'You burp while eating?
I had no idea.
That's disgusting!
I thought you were more,
Than just an average human being!
Let's divorce.
We still have time to select another course.'
Forget about it being fresh,
If it is discovered...
On the internet.
As just as disposable!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Turning Back To Him
Running as far, knowing that he will catch up
Tears are made and fall and doesn’t stop
And running away seems like the only way
Running so far, get tired and drop.
Yet running away, he still comes back for me
As down on the ground, he helps me up
Still betrayed and hurt, wanting to turn away
Like this heart it wants more from the cup.
Not being able to run, just standing there
Afraid of what he might do and say
An apology and forgiveness is asked
Saying no seems to be right, but nay.
Trying to forget what had just happened now
Knowing that he had deceived me hurts
But, the hearts speaks of its own for it want to love
And just him, and no one else to flirts.
As many times as this may happen to all
And always wanting to stop the pain
The right answer seems to be letting him go
Yet this heart cant, it’s as sturdy as a chain.
Love for him will always misinterpreted
Still willing to put up everything
For this one simple thing, a kiss, a hug,
Or just for Love, like the loving King.
Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXII: Accident
It’s not a terrorist attack
It’s not a battle of war
It’s just an accident
It’s not natural disaster
It’s not global tragedy
It’s just an accident
It’s not a conspiracy theory
It’s not a character murder
It’s just an accident
It’s not a careless mistake
It’s not a wrong decision
It’s just an accident
It’s not a misfortune
It’s not a twisted fate
It’s just an accident
It’s not a planned piracy
It’s not a suicide party
It’s just an accident
It’s not a mechanical failure
It’s not a human error
It’s just an accident
It’s not a crash
It’s not a downfall
It’s just an accident
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Do You Want More?
Do you want more?
I've got it to give.
I was that kid...
Compared to those of 'influence'
Taunted by those,
Who laughed at me and what I did.
Do you want more?
Or should I ignore your sadness,
With a regret?
Forgive and forget!
Since I have long earned my happiness.
Perhaps I should.
Since you have inflicted,
Your own wounds much better...
Than those I could inject!
And with such imaginative bitterness,
I would have never suspect.
Do you want more?
Perhaps my satisfaction,
Seeing you in disarray this way...
Is enough.
And I have much to be thankful for!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shadowed By The Thieves
The misdeeds done to do because one can do them,
To others discreetly...
Is a choice made one takes.
Like one who schedules an event to occur,
In one's future before it has happened.
Only to arrive at the date to find that date erased,
By someone thought to have been chased away....
By deceiving strategies layered and laid carefully.
But as facts being as they are when faced,
Devious tricks eventually lose their slickness.
And one with true abilities is discovered to be,
Profoundly cemented in consistent stability.
Overlooked but when revealed as a producer of quality,
A different level has been achieved.
Since those researching have discovered the identities,
Of the true innovators shadowed by the thieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes
You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes
You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes
You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes
You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes
You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes
You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes
You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes
You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes
You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes
You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeply Blue Indigo Hued
DEEPLY BLUE
Your grief, as anger on your skin, tattooed
with hornet stings, I’ve scraped red raw again.
I see you deeply blue, indigo hued.
From deep articulate wells, you yell blood
curdling echoes of your past. You display
your grief as anger on your skin. Tattooed
drum beats protest, berate, constant and loud.
My love can’t penetrate the noise you make,
I see. You, deeply blue, indigo hued
by fossilised recollections of abuse
I don’t recognise, are stultified as pain.
Your grief as anger on your skin tattooed.
Slinging stones remorselessly, you’re good
at hurting, wounding, searing with your aim.
I see you deeply blue, indigo hued.
You choose to proffer me your open wound.
Prefer, to my voice, your scarlet futile stain.
Your grief as anger on your skin tattooed
I see you deeply blue indigo hued.
INDIGO HUED
I shall not speak again, shall not pursue
you, beg you not to misconstrue, assure
I loved you in the only way I knew.
The time is done, I did not protect you
in ways you needed, wanted me to do.
I shall not speak again, shall not pursue
emotions you have refused me. Although
my memories of joy have slipped from view.
I loved you in the only way I knew.
Your vehement, violent screamings of abuse
echo in my head, bounce around the room
I shall not speak again, shall not pursue
the past, as if we could begin anew,
undo mistakes, bridge chasms, plaster wounds.
I loved you in the only way I knew.
I broke convention’s chains by loving you;
boldly caught a kite’s tail in a tornado.
I shall not speak again, shall not persuade you
I loved you in the only way I knew.
poem by Janet Budd
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If It Offends
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
Or do something done,
Without being consciously attached.
I use to be the one to forgive and forget.
No matter who said what to me.
To show no concern or expression of a regret.
And I would laugh when publicly,
I was shown nothing but disrespect.
I awakened no longer beholdened,
To those emotional traps.
The kind that others leave,
With expectations...
Something done I did disliked,
Eventually to have me feeling guilt ridden.
And I would then offer an apology.
Well those days do not exist for me anymore.
I say what I mean and if it offends,
I let others know immediately...
Being provoked I don't consider to be a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have None Of It
If anyone that has been invited in your space,
Disrespects you and your space while they are in it...
They need to leave.
If your peace of mind has been threatened,
By anyone you have let in...
They need to leave.
Especially if they feel that comfortable,
To upset your environment...
With an immaturity their insecurities,
Are focused to set upon you,
With a wish to bring an intent to cause you grief.
They need to leave.
And you without apology must do this!
Request without attitude and insist.
Since folks come to spew their venom,
To enhance their own lack of peace...
Missing within them.
Clear the air and sweep away this sickness.
Do it quick.
Have none of it.
It has to leave!
This polluted air shared,
Is not yours to breathe.
Know it has to leave.
'People like that will always use others,
To enhance their point of view...
At the expense of someone believed to be,
Accepting of their ignorance.
And their ability to hide behind excuses made.
No one should feel victimized by them.
Let them know who you are.
And you have no tolerance for that BS! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Sorry, Sir!
Discerning deeply what I was wrong,
I felt guilty and sad songs.
I deserve being scolded for my mistake.
'I'm a humble student, 'it's my faith.
Though this is not the terrible trauma,
I made you angry and bitter.
But I never failed to pay respect.
Anyway I'll compensate with the tacit attempt.
By grappling ruth and racy words,
You help me be on the right tract
And kill unaccpectable and dangerous thoughts
For my future not to be locked.
Via the nib of plea-showing soul,
Nail myself the troth, 'Eager to bow.'
This poetry declares my heartfelt apology.
Please.....Please.....I am so sorry!
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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