maybe one day, in another time, another universe, the little girl in me doesn’t feel so deeply. maybe she learns to balance her emotions so she won’t end up getting so hurt every time. anything remotely upsetting in her life, makes her sad for weeks on end. enough to the point where she won’t eat. if she doesn’t get her way, she holds a grudge and people judge her for it. i hate that i’m like this, that the little girl in me is like this. but maybe one day, the little girl inside of me won’t feel this way.
A Poisonous growth, a grudge to hold, buried deep inside.
Lays there slowly festering, the darkest corners of your mind.
I have on good authority you think people favour me.
Riddled is your blood, such deep rooted jealousy.
You say that you have no one, but there’s people all around. And so you’re infecting others with the insanity you’ve found.
Learn to be at peace, with what you have and who you are, because the ones who had no malice, you’ve pushed them long a-far.
Bubbling mouth everyday
Like an old maid out of reason
Bearing false words in every way
Like a holy tongue out of season
Going to church four times a week
Trying to work for their salvation
But everytime their tongues speak
Nothing but vilification
Better far not preach your faith
If by your tongue you defame
For you don't know the turns of fate
All the days are not the same
August 27, 2023
The old crow knows my face and does not like me at all
for in the corn filed I threw rocks at him while shouting Caw! Caw! Caw!
Now in the mornings he is perched high into the trees
watching and waiting for me to get out and leave
Once I am outside and walking down the path
he dive bombs me hoping for a cut or a scratch
I try leaving from the side door but his friends to him warn
cawing twice for him to come and together they swarm
So now I wear a monkey mask and use a walking stick
trying to confuse the crows or give them a whack and hit
At last the old crow died his body on the path
another crow spotted me staring at him and screamed in wrath
A mob of crows flew into the trees and on the branches perched
still and quiet they congregated as if they were in church
Than all at once a chorus thunder of shrill calls
aggravated and scolding tones they warned of a death fall
Suddenly the mob of crows launched and disperse
shaking and quivering the branches left none the worse
So now I can walk freely on the path and go where I need to be
but always sensing the stare of angry crows all watching me.
She did not speak to me for a year.
I was busy, and did not realize she was holding a grudge.
I did not do anything to her, as far as I knew.
I kept leaving messages, but she never called me back.
One day she was at a mutual friend’s house.
I said “Marilee is there!” The friend said “yes”.
I said, “Put her on the phone.”
I was delighted to find her.
Merilee did not get on the phone easily.
She was sobbing and shrieking and screaming.
Apparently her husband thought I did not like him.
So, she had cut me out of her life.
I asked for her husband’s phone number so I could speak to him.
She shrieked at me “I am not giving you my husband’s number!”
I never knew what it was, and I doubt I ever will.
We were close until this moment. Anyway, I thought we were.
I do not think it is up to me to try and fix this.
I have moved on with other friends.
I would not ignore her if I saw her on the street,
but I would not embrace her either.
When you are as a fool titled
Calmly proceed with no grudge
In case you abnormally erupt
You just take the title firmly
Criticisms all can level
Without a tinge of truth
If you take it seriously
Peace will ditch you soon
Those making a scary attack
Will forget you very soon
If you carry their rotten act
You mind does accept filth
They achieve a silly pleasure
By cornering you vehemently
Their minds contain only trash
Their behavior is unhealthy
If those people are ignored
Their action will slowly die
They may feel fully rejected
Next step will be quitting.
Can someone explain to me holding a grudge?
Even when it’s harmful some folks won’t budge
On their personality it leaves a noticeable smudge
In the long run, it’s a terrible thing to misjudge.
Isn’t it true that jealousy leads one to begrudge?
Can someone explain to me holding a grudge?
It’s sort of like a lingering oily residue called sludge
Every time we stoop down, persisting to judge.
I’d rather take the wasted time making fudge
Or, giving somebody who needs one a little nudge
Can someone explain to me holding a grudge?
Seems like holding one long would be a drudge!
Holding a grudge makes one walk with a trudge
And worse still, I suspect, to always misjudge
Even when it’s harmful, some folks won’t budge
Can someone explain to me holding a grudge?
Written July 6, 2022
[a monorhyme quatern]
It was revealed that crows can remember the human faces who capture them. According to a study published in the journal Animal Behaviour, ravens which include crows, jays, and magpies, have the ability to hold grudges for up to two years.
hawk scolding the crows
sitting in front of street light
wait to lose the grudge
Written: May 10, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
come on, open that door to face
what did you leave in the antechamber of your happiness
(I'm talking about the sad, chained lions roaring their nightmares
of the bloodthirsty watering that produced the fruits of illusion
of the black nights that drowned out the desperate cries
of those who didn't care to be exuberantly happy
while his brothers were swallowed by the murderous maw
of those who gorge themselves on the flesh of the innocent)
all these spilled cups for your disguised smile
that inflates and explodes in the egocentrism of an infinite space
(I'm talking about these empty tributes we pay
to the sadists who torture us with their inhumane successes
while we crawl on the slime ground of the defeated).
If different ways we see,
And so you don’t agree,
I beg you not to judge,
For I will hold a grudge.
My grudge is often long,
Because my will is strong.
And far too deep inside,
The grudge will often hide.
And there will be no doubt,
Of when you see it out.
And maybe not as soon,
But when it’s opportune.
For I will know it right,
With actions out of spite,
For how could I be wrong,
When I’ve held on so long?
So please respect my view,
And not to something new,
For me, I shall not budge,
And I will hold the grudge.
will not give a budge
she always will bare a grudge
never liked my fudge
a slap in my face
no freedom or any trace
was their style and grace
Combat at the Capitol
sure to transpire
Trump liked being a liar
he does desire
how can we forget
things happened we will regret
standard start to set
made analogy
regarding psychology
need an apology
saw Trump swing in swamp
which is where he liked to romp
and do Bristol Stomp
deal consummating
we must be vaccinating
so should stop waiting
began to bereave
after that did always grieve
when loved one would leave
on long trail have trod
when I finally found God
near beach on Cape Cod
on the way to grave
for me vaccination save
then I will behave
She is the best grudge holder I have ever met.
I must give her the crown for longest stamina for a grudge.
It is a rare person who would take satisfaction from this title.
She is one who not only likes it but thrives in it.
Reveling in her pouty ways, scaring off suitors and family.
I would ask her friends if this behavior affects them
But there aren’t any….
Neither revenge take
Nor a grudge bear; sure the first
will the second be...
For I am the Lord
Revenge is Mine; yours, to love
your neighbor, like Me
~ See Leviticus 19:18 ~
when we had a grudge
bought a mask and did not budge
need another nudge
Jim Horn
The hate that uglifies a sweet face
The betrayal that makes trust fade
The enmity that isolates
The sadism that inflicts hate
The envy that breeds futile hostilities
The grudges that darkens memories
The jealousy that erodes satiety
The ill-will rewarded with vanity
The long distances, weights and heights
Don't weigh us down like the burdens of the heart
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